Monday, May 22, 2017

New Release: FINDING FULFILLMENT by Lynn Burke #Erotic #Romance #BDSM



Finding Fulfillment
Found by Fate 3
Erotic Romance
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: May 22, 2017

Keywords: Erotic, Romance, BDSM, Novella, Series, Bondage

Jade Matthews may be young, but she knows what she wants in a man--someone mature and kinky, a man who shares her deepest desires to have her pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen and submissively compliant in the bedroom.
Archer Brennan aches to unleash his dark side on the too-young grocery bagger, with her pert pony tail and glossy lips that makes him yearn for a taste. With an ex-wife and a messy divorce threatening to destroy his pursuit of happiness, he binds himself to one rule -- hands-off Jade's tight body until his divorce settlement is final.
A submissive must obey her Dom, but some rules were meant to be broken, and when one misstep threatens the dominant lawyer's life, will Jade defy Archer's hands-off decree or lose the only man capable of fulfilling all of her dreams?


I jerked off after my late lunch, thinking I’d be more relaxed and in control once Jade arrived for my…little test. No such damn luck. Nancy rang to let me know Jade had arrived and I instantly went hard. I wanted to tell Nancy to just send her on in, but the gentleman in me wouldn’t allow such an action, hard-on or not.

Standing, I buttoned my suit coat to hide the bulge in my pants and headed for the office door. When I pulled it open, our gazes collided and my attention slid down her neck to where her pulse thrummed. Satisfaction coursed through me.

“Jade,” I smiled, knowing the lust simmering inside of me shone in my eyes. “Come on in.” I stepped back, gesturing her past me and breathing in the scent of snickerdoodles. My hand moved without thought to rest on her lower back as she walked into my office. Her breath caught, and a quick glance up into my face had me jerking my hand away.

Fuck. Can’t touch.

I cleared my throat and shut the door behind her. “You look amazing.”

Pink tinged her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch today?” I motioned toward the loveseat beneath my office’s lone window with its upward slanting blinds for privacy.

I sat in my office chair but swiveled to my right to face her.

Jade perched on the couch’s edge, knees together and hands folded on her lap.

I took my time drinking in the sight of her—barely there makeup, hair caressing her shoulders, naked lips, and that dress.

Goddamn, she’d never looked better. The color of her name, the dress wrapped snug around her, the cleavage of her pert breasts barely concealed by the deep V-neck. Stiff nipples, bare legs, and strappy tan heels…and if she followed my thoughts for our meeting, no panties.

My cock strained, hands shook.

Get a grip, man. You’re thirty-five years old, for Christ’s sake, not some teenage jerkoff who can’t control his shit.

“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” I murmured, tearing my attention from the darkness between her legs.

Her blush deepened as she shrugged.

I forced myself to settle in my chair. “Sit back, darling. Relax.”

She eased backward into the couch, but tension hitched her shoulders high.

I wanted the test I had in mind to reveal what I hoped it would, but being strung tight would hinder her response to me. “How was your week?”

“Long and boring, same as last week.” She sucked in her lower lip and released it, sending another jolt of lust straight to my cock. “I’ll admit, my nervousness over today probably made it worse.”

“What are you nervous about?”

“The meaning of your note. Your plan.” Her voice escaped as a whisper, and she swallowed. “Wondering if you’ll finally touch me beyond a mere brush of fingers.”

My hand flexed at the thought as my heart picked up pace. “More than anything, I want that exact thing.”

We stared at each other for a few long seconds, the sexual tension thick between us.

I needed to wait until Nancy left. “All in good time,” I finally said, needing to clear my throat. “For now, talk to me. Tell me about your hobbies. What you like to do for fun.”

Jade heaved a deep breath, her breasts rising and drawing my focus downward. Pebbled and begging for my teeth, her nipples pressed tight against the green material covering them.

“Talk to me, Jade,” I encouraged, returning my gaze to her face with a slight smirk which she returned.
A half hour flew by as we chatted, and the inner office ring of my phone startled me. I picked up. “Yes, Nancy?”

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to head out early for the day.”

“That’s fine. I’ll finish up with Miss Matthews here in a few minutes. Would you mind locking the front door on your way out?” I asked as always whenever she left before me.

She agreed and I hung up, turning back to Jade. Her brow furrowed, she played with the ties of her wrap dress.

“Jade.” She glanced up. “Close your eyes for me.”

She obeyed without hesitation, her brow smoothing, and my chest swelled with the trust she showed me.

“I’m going to tell you a story, and I want you to imagine it in your mind. Can you do that for me?”

Her plump lower lip disappeared inside her mouth again as she nodded.

The sound of the front door closing filtered through the blood rushing between my ears.

Time to play.



Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.




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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Cover Reveal: Must Love Fashion by Deborah Garland #Contemporary #Romance

Must Love Fashion
Contemporary Romance
By Deborah Garland
Release Date: August 7, 2017

Keywords: Contemporary, Romance, Novel, Fashion, Widower, Model, Second Chance

Gwendolyn Mallory has landed her dream job. After years at a small fashion retailer, she’s been given a chance to show off her public relations skills for a major brand. What woman wouldn’t be excited to work for Prada in New York City?

Former male model turned Prada Brand Manager, Andrew Morgan is ready to move on with his life—his wife passed away from cancer fifteen months ago. Even though he and Gwen share an initial fiery spark, getting involved with a co-worker has always been on Andrew’s to-don’t list.

The weeks leading up to an L.A. fashion show bring Andrew and Gwen closer to the flame. At night, she dreams of this tall handsome man taking her on his desk. And Andrew is having a hard time keeping his own fantasies under control. But when one of the designers vies for Gwen’s affections, Andrew is awash with jealousy. And out of excuses.

After the show, they share an intense, passionate kiss and some killer heavy petting in one of the dressing rooms. And in her bed, Gwen brings out the man Andrew used to be, wild and hungry. But in the afterglow of their bliss, Andrew learns Gwen has been hiding something about her health. Unable to deal with all that pain again, he leaves.

During a business trip to Milan, Gwen and Andrew give into the heat still smoldering between them. Then Gwen finds out she’s about to be transferred to Italy. Andrew doesn’t want to hold her back from such a great opportunity, but he can’t live without her. He proposes in hopes of keeping her in New York, with him.

What woman wouldn’t be excited to marry a devilishly handsome man in a Prada wedding gown?


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Monday, May 15, 2017

#FREE on #Kindle this week: EYE OF THE SOUL #Medieval #Fantasy by @TerriRochenski @RoanePublishing

Eye of the Soul
Pool of Souls #1
Fantasy Novel
By Terri Rochenski
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: January 9, 2017
Keywords: Fantasy, Medieval, Adult, Novel

That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.

Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.

Or so she believes.

Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.

Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.

Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.

And don't forget to grab a copy of Secret of the Souls while you're at it!

Saturday, May 13, 2017

SPICY BITES, a new #Erotic #Romance line with @RoanePublishing, is open for #Submissions

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce its new erotic romance ebook novella line:

Spicy Bites is a multi-author series and is now accepting submissions!
    •     Stories must be at least 15K and no more than 20K.
    •     Sexuality of the story should be integral to the plot and theme. No erotica,             please.
    •     Must be an erotic romance and include a HEA or HFN ending.
    •     We will accept all sub-genres of erotic romance, including LGBT.

For submission information and a peek into our author contract, please check out the SUBMISSIONS PAGE on our website.

Friday, May 12, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from HARPER'S WISH by Krista Ames #Romance

Today's excerpt is from Harper's Wish by Krista Ames. 

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


Duchess unexpectedly stumbled, going down on her knees. 

It was just enough of a tilt and surprise to send Luke, and some of his belongings, tumbling to the ground hard, his icy fingers still clutching the reigns. The horse immediately caught her footing, but Luke wasn’t so lucky. He pulled hard to get loose of the leather straps before his mare snapped the frozen fingers from his hands. “Ah, Duchess, are you alright?” 

The horse whinnied and nudged the back of his head a couple times. 

“Hey, watch where you’re pushing there, that hurts.” He tried to set himself up as his bones and muscles protested. Groaning, he removed a glove and touched where Duchess had pushed on his skull. Sticky liquid spread across his fingers. “Oh, that’s probably not good.”


As she came alongside the mare, it’s prancing revealed a snow-covered person huddled on the ground at its feet. “Oh, no!” Morgan immediately slid off of Pepper, her search and rescue training kicking into gear at the sight of the balled-up, unmoving mass. If the person was still alive, it was only by a thread, and she hoped he hadn’t been trampled by his own horse. 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Cover Reveal: REALITY BITES by Sharon Hughson #ContemporaryRomance #NovellaNiblets

Reality Bites
Virtual Match #2
By Sharon Hughson
Release Date: July 24, 2017

Keywords: Contemporary, Romance, Novella, Sweet, Virtual Dating, Series

Ronnie wanted a Virtual Match, until she fell for the guy on the other end of the texts and emails. After real-life dating for only a few weeks, things start to heat up. Ronnie’s crazy family gets crazier, and her therapist gives her an ultimatum.

Marcus teeters on the edge of falling in love, but when he learns Ronnie’s secret, he’s afraid of moving too fast. The idea of life without her terrifies him more than anything else.

Ronnie runs back to the safety of her career, but can her heart ever be free from what Marcus has awakened?


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Monday, May 8, 2017

New Release: BATTLE FOR LOVE by Valerie Bowes #Historical #Romance #Sweet #Giveaway


Battle for Love
Historical Romance Novel
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: May 8, 2017

Keywords: Romance, Sweet, Clean, Regency

It’s not easy, being an unmarried woman in the England of 1814. But Nancy Worth will not marry where there is no love, and every man in her small Sussex village is either too old, too young, or has a face like a fish. Except for the handsome Bartholomew Boult, and he has his own reasons for pursuing her.

When, against all the odds,  Nancy does find love, both her family and his are determined to put a stop to it.  He is gentry, and she a farmer’s daughter. With lies and gossip flying, as well as the unexpected resumption of war, it seems everyone is trying to separate her from Will Carlton.

Even Napoleon Bonaparte.



Nancy dragged the bonnet from her aching head and swung it by its ribbons, using it to dash intrusive sprays of vegetation out of her way. Wrapped in smothering thoughts, she did not hear the voices until she stepped out of the narrow way into the edge of a field.

Only a few yards away, Bartholomew Boult was speaking to one of his farmhands. He turned as Nancy appeared abruptly behind him and snapped a command. The farmhand slouched off with an interested glance over his shoulder.

Boult took a couple of steps towards her. “Miss Worth? May I be of assistance?”

Nancy blinked the angry tears from her eyes, her spine ram-rod straight. “I know my way, thank you, Mr Boult. I am quite all right.”

He came nearer. “Are you sure?”

He was too close for her comfort. She could smell the maleness of him and, despite her dislike of the man, her body betrayed her. Her belly fluttered and she was uneasily certain that he could feel the warmth that had flooded her loins.

He smiled, relishing her discomposure. His wager with Satterthwaite was as good as won. A ripe, juicy plum, ready to fall into his hand. The only question was whether she would fall without the prize of marriage. And whether it would be worth the brouhaha if she did, he thought cynically.

No harm in edging the matter along. He reached out a forefinger, set it under her chin and planted a kiss on her lips.

The next instant, his ears were ringing from the slap she dealt him.

“How dare you?” She was standing very upright, her eyes kindling with fury. “You forget yourself, sir.”

He rubbed his cheek ruefully, but a grin spread over his face. So she wasn’t the easy conquest he had thought. Better! Much better. This would provide some sport.

“I beg your forgiveness, but you must agree that some of the fault is yours. You have such damnably kissable lips.”

“Let me pass, if you please.” Nancy crammed the bonnet back onto her head. If she had remembered that this path touched on Boult’s land, she would have thought twice about coming this way on her own. She had not forgotten entirely the suspicion that had surfaced, so formless that it was like trying to catch a moonbeam in a jar. How had he known that she had been visiting Susan that day? But she was far too angry to be afraid.

“Come, Miss Worth, cry quits. Indeed, you have my sincere apologies. May I squire you back to Millcote, to make amends?”

“No, you may not.” Her thunderous face reinforced her words.

“I bow to your wishes. Believe me, I have no desire to put you out of countenance. And pray put my lapse of behaviour out of your mind. It shall not happen again.”

Sincerity, that’s the dandy. Let her think she’s got the better of me. I’ll wager she ain’t been kissed before. Give her time, and she’ll want more.

It was all Nancy could do not to run, but she kept her head up and walked steadily away down the path. Once she was sure he was not following her, she stopped to scrub at her lips, but she could still taste him.

She was uncomfortably aware of the flash of desire that had swept over her, but he could not have known of her feelings, could he? Moistening her handkerchief at her lips, she scrubbed harder. Surely, she could have these yearnings only for the man who engaged her affections? It was what everybody said happened. And she did not like Bartholomew Boult one little bit.

Water. She needed to wash his touch away with the cleanliness of water. There was a stream a little further on. She could dip her handkerchief in that. But when she came to the banks of the brook, Will Carlton was sitting there with his back towards her and his sketchpad on his knee.



I always wanted to work with animals, although I was strongly attracted to drama and flirted for a while with the idea of trying for a Drama College. But the animals won, and I became a nurse at the Blue Cross Animal Hospital.

I’d been there seven years when the hospital had central heating put in. I married the engineer and spent the next twenty-seven years driving a truck known as the Flying Pig around the building-sites of London, loaded to the gunnels with boiler sections, copper tube and the occasional smelly contents of a grease-trap.

When we stopped the installation side, there were no longer fitters waiting impatiently for my truck and me. For a while I acted as part-time secretary/book-keeper/maker of tea, but seized the opportunity to pursue my love of writing.

Do you remember ‘composition’ when you were at school? That was my favourite thing, apart from history. Even when I was driving The Pig, stories would come into my mind and I couldn’t wait to get back and write them down. Walking Polly the English Bull Terrier helps (she goes at two miles a fortnight!), as does running through our lovely Surrey countryside.

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Friday, May 5, 2017

#FlashFictionFriday Still Human by Sharon Jarvis #FREE #Read

Still Human
By Sharon Jarvis

            While sucking on a juicy peach bought just moments ago in the bustling London market by the wharf, Elias watched a young woman with interest. She’d caught his attention because she was modestly dressed, unlike the fancy kept women of wealthy men who mingled with the half-dressed whores in the marketplace. 

            Leaning idly against one of the shanties, his face in shadow under a wide-brimmed hat, Elias saw her hoist an empty basket and then, putting on a dazzling smile, she walked past him toward the nearest greengrocer. She was striking, not beautiful.  In fact, she looked nothing like a typical English rose. No blonde hair, no blue eyes. But she did have the most irresistible smile he had ever seen.

            The greengrocer had a sour expression as though she was sucking on lemons. But when the young woman approached, the dour woman slowly smiled in return. Soon the two were exchanging pleasantries and the vendor sold her some peaches for a bargain price, which he’d been unable to do.
            Elias straightened up, now certain that the lass who caught his attention was no ordinary woman. Her purchase completed, she walked on. He slowly followed, thinking he could use a pleasant distraction before sailing in search of some wizard’s hidden fortune or a cargo ship ripe for plunder. He hung back as she went to another greengrocer who also sold her fruit below the asking price. She had a distinctly bewitching effect on people the likes of which he’d never seen before.

            “Sara.” She turned to a young man at her elbow. From her demeanor, Elias guessed she wasn’t open to being courted by him. Elias watched as she placated him with a few pleasantries and favored him with one of her amazing smiles.  Seemingly mollified, the young man left. 

            Now Elias was utterly convinced of her power. And he ought to know. The latest tattoo acquired from heathens along the Ivory Coast itched. It was a protective spell in Latin, one of many spells in different languages that were incised—using a nail and colored paste--over his chest and back. His crew was convinced he dabbled in Black Magic. He didn’t. Not completely….   Elias muttered a spell under his breath, concentrating on influencing Sara for himself. 

            Elias followed as Sara turned and walked towards the end of the London wharf, past ardent sailors and common whores. Then she abruptly stopped and frowned.

             “Excuse me, Miss,” he said.

            Sara turned, her eyes widening at the tall imposing man dressed in black, with a gold earring in one ear. He sported a neatly trimmed mustache that grew down the sides of his mouth and formed a small beard. He also carried a sword on each side, the straps crisscrossing his chest, making him look like the pirate he was. 

             “Yes?  Can I help you?"

             “I believe so,” he said. Then in one movement he scooped her up and threw her across            
his back like a sack of flour. The basket fell and the fruit rolled away as Sara struggled to
break free, but to no avail.

            Elias didn’t stop until he’d climbed the ship’s gangplank—cowed deckhands quickly jumping out of the way—and entered his cabin. He set Sara down, then closed and latched the door.                                                                                                                                    
            “What—what do you want?” Sara’s brows furrowed but she smiled, perhaps in confusion.

            “You, of course.  And your smile.” Elias smiled slightly himself, anticipating a brief but delightful dalliance before his ship sailed on the high tide.

            “Whoever you are, you must be daft.” Her smile faded and Sara moved toward the door.  Elias immediately moved to block her way. 

            “Let me out of here,” she demanded. “Where is your captain?”

            “I am the captain. This is my ship. And you are my…guest.” 

            He reached out to touch her but she stepped back smartly. Elias sighed. Kidnapping Sara was completely impulsive; he’d never done anything like this before, though he usually took what he wanted, albeit with better planning and foresight. He was used to whores and he really didn’t know how to deal with someone like Sara. He chanted another spell under his breath but Sara stared at him, unmoved, lips clamped shut.

            He could sense her heart beating wildly. Slowly she calmed down and said softly, “Captain, you may take me as you please, but know that you cannot take my smile. My smile can only be given.”

            They both stood still, not moving until the backwash of a passing ship made the deck lurch under their feet.  Elias kept his balance but Sara’s arms reflexively flew upwards while she began to fall backward.  He instinctively reached out and grabbed her forearms; she grabbed his arms in return and righted herself.

            “Thank you, Captain,” she said, favoring him with her brilliant smile.      
            That’s when Elias suddenly was struck by what felt like a blow. He realized her smile was akin to the rising sun sending shafts of light through dark clouds. It felt as though one of the rays had speared his chest—stabbing him in the heart. How strange, he thought. He wasn’t supposed to have a heart.

            Arms clasped, they stood motionless, dark eyes locked with dark eyes. Sara’s shining smile faded. Elias longed to stroke her smooth skin and kiss her full breasts, but decided her smile was worth more to him than brief carnal knowledge. He would see her again. He could make sure of it with a few strands of her hair and by fashioning a candle in her image during a full moon. But what he really wanted was for Sara to smile at him and come to him of her own free will.    
            For the first time in his life he said, “I’m sorry, I’ve made a mistake.”

            He unlocked the door and pulled her down the gangplank so quickly that Sara had to hold onto him to avoid falling. When they set foot on the wooden wharf, he released her. 
            “Go home,” he ordered hoarsely.

            Sara turned to leave, then hesitated. “I have no supper, thanks to you.”

            Elias fished in his weskit pocket for a handful of coins, enough to buy a week of suppers, and held them out in his palm. “My apologies.” 

            “I wish you well, Captain,” she said solemnly, taking the coppers. Instead of leaving, Sara paused and then said kindly, as though she could feel his longing, “I hope you find what you are looking for.” Then she slowly walked away and did not look back. 

            Elias waited until Sara was lost in the crowd before returning to his ship. He had found what he was looking for: a woman who was everything he was not. A woman who could balance out his darkness with warmth and light. In the meantime, until they met again, this was another first for him--giving money to a woman without asking for anything in return. But it was worth every penny to know that he was still human.


About the Author:

Sharon Jarvis is a former book editor, literary agent, and small press publisher. She has had her own books published in the past (mostly non-fiction) but is now working on several fiction projects.