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A gilded cage is still a cage.

 

From the womb, she was owned. Shula Kelley was signed away before her first breath, just like everyone else in secessionist Texas. She was called beautiful like it meant something important. Like it would get her a kind husband, or one less cruel. She hoped Jared Agnesson was kind.

 

And the devil you know is still the devil.

 

As punishment for his son’s rebellion, the patriarch of the Agnesson clan claimed Shula for his own. And she saw only one way out. Shula had a plan, but she didn’t realize it would require a savior.

 

Suffer not the sins of the father.

 

First acts of rebellion open doors that are best left closed. Until Jared walked through it. Her savior. But how can she truly love when she only knows obedience?

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“I‒” She removed her hand from her knickers.

“Don’t do that, my love. Pretend I’m not here if you must, but I’m going to watch you, and you will continue.” His need was just at the surface, but he found he wanted to hold on to it, just a bit, no matter how unsettling it was to him. He was quite spoiled by his bride, and she tended to his every desire, whether she realized it or not.

But this was different. This was unexplored territory. He hadn’t realized desire could be on a spectrum and that revelation made him want to feel everything all at once. Do everything all at once. The thought of untapped desire was distressing. Intoxicating.

Oh God. He wanted to watch her? She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She arranged her night dress and sat up, deeply ashamed, but found herself quickly on her back with her husband over her, palm pressing the center of her chest. “No, Shula. I said you will continue.” He barely recognized his voice. He grabbed her right hand and pressed it to her damp panties. His zipper rubbed against the back of her hand, and she could feel he was hard.

He was going to make her. He’d never made her do anything she hadn’t wanted before, so why was he making her now? To punish her? Surely not. “I don’t think I can, Jared. I don’t want to displease you, but I’m terribly embarrassed, and I don’t want you to think‒” That you’re not enough, she thought miserably to herself.

“Think what, Shula? Tell me.” Her panties were moved to the side and his thumb a centimeter from her clitoris. It was maddeningly still. His mouth spoke into hers after a thorough kiss. “Tell me, and I might help you out.”

Shula was relieved. Not for the help, but because she hadn’t wanted him angry. “I’ve just done this since I was young, and I don’t know. I just enjoy it.”

“Well, then. Let me make it better for you.”

“You do‒Oh!” His face was between her legs, lapping fully at her labia. “Now. I want to watch very closely.” He circled her clitoris with his tongue before moving back out. “Do it.”

And she did. Her fingers moved rapidly, while his tongue and mouth tasted and explored everything else. His tongue would work its way in beside her fingers and she would buck against his face. He didn’t bother dissuading her.

He felt slight tremors against his face and decided he wanted to draw this out a bit more. “Stop.”

It took her a few seconds to comprehend it, but she did. She removed her hand and clutched it to her chest. She didn’t know what she was doing wrong. She was afraid she would cry if she spoke.

Jared saw. He saw how he scared her, and it was intolerable. “Shula, love. Slow down. That’s all.” He kissed the skin of her thigh closest to his mouth. “Slow, slow, slow,” he begged. He kissed her fingers once they found their way back.

He watched her. He saw how her body adapted to a slower pace. He saw how she would quicken, then slow again as she was getting closer.

He could watch this for hours.

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Arden Aoide lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and three cats. Turn ons include men who cry during sex, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. Turn offs include mean people and trying to figure out how to write an interesting author bio.

She doesn’t write about the typical men you normally read about in erotic romance novels. She likes her men brainy and just this side of manic.

She’s an introvert, she loves coffee, Internet, British television, and pot stickers. And pie. She loves pie.

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Race the Darkness~cover reveal by Abbie Roads’

Today we have the cover reveal for Abbie Roads’ Race the Darkness! I am so excited to share this fantastic new romantic suspense with all of you! Check it out and make sure to preorder your copy today!!

Title: Race the Darkness

Author: Abbie Roads

Release Date: Oct 4th

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About Race the Darkness:

Cursed with a terrible gift…

Criminal investigator Xander Stone doesn’t have to question you—he can hear your thoughts. Scarred by lightning, burdened with a power that gives him no peace, Xander struggles to maintain his sanity against the voice that haunts him day and night—the voice of a woman begging him to save her.

 

A gift that threatens to engulf them…

Isleen Walker has long since given up hope of escape from the nightmare of captivity and torture that is draining her life, her mind, and her soul. Except…there is the man in her feverish dreams, the strangely beautiful man who beckons her to freedom and wholeness. And when he comes, if he comes, it will take all their combined fury and faith to overcome a madman bent on fulfilling a deadly prophecy.

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Seven Things about Abbie Roads:

  1. She loves Snicker Parfaits. Gotta start with what’s most important, right?
  2. She writes dark emotional books featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages.
  3. By day she’s a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. At night she burns up the keyboard. Well… Burn might be too strong a word. She at least sits with her hands poised over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. And when it does—the keyboard might get a little warm.
  4. She can’t stand it when people drive slowly in the passing lane. Just saying. That’s major annoying. Right?
  5. She loves taking pictures of things she thinks are pretty.
  6. She’s represented by Michelle Grajkowski of 3 Seas Literary.
  7. Her first book RACE THE DARKNESS will be published October 4, 2016 by Sourcebooks. Yay!

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Release day launch of A PROMISE KEPT by Anissa Garcia with Giveaway & Review!

Today is the release day launch of A PROMISE KEPT by Anissa Garcia. I am so excited about this fantastic new contemporary romance! Check out the excerpt and enter her giveaway today!

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About A Promise Kept:

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Closing her heart a long time ago, Grace Clark made a promise she’s vowed to keep. Having Hollywood heartthrob Evan Matthews move in next door with his alluring good looks, charisma, wit, and sexy smile is a temptation that runs the risk of compromising the importance of that promise.

 

Evan is drawn to his new neighbor. Grace is the exact opposite of the women he normally encounters. Enticing, down-to-earth, and confident, she captivates him. She has no problems facing off with Evan, and he soon realizes Grace is much more than just a challenge. He wants to prove himself to her.

 

Grace can see the man beyond the actor, and with more than just her pride at stake, she needs to hold tight to her promise before Evan breaks through all her walls, exposing her heart.

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“How many homes do you manage?”

He walked with her across the yard and to her door. “Mine, plus four more. It’s an easy job most of the time. Stephen is a friend of my father’s. He’s always traveling and needed someone to look after all the small things he can’t.”

“Gives you time to write?”

“Yes, definitely. And I get discount on my rent. He and my dad are close, so he didn’t hesitate to help me out.”

“Well, I’m glad I rented this place. And that my pipe leaked.” He watched her body tense up as she turned to unlock her door. “The cast party is on Friday night. I’m renting a small shuttle to come pick us up.”

“A shuttle?” She stepped partially inside before turning.

“Yeah, so everyone can party recklessly but get home reliably. Besides, who wants to find parking and drive in downtown traffic, right?”

“Smart move.”

“Be sure to wear a sexy costume, Grace.”

“I don’t do sexy.” Grace placed her bag on the hall tree and turned back toward him. “And one date down, one to go.”

“You are sexy. And today was not a date.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“See? If this was in the old days, we’d define this as a date.”

He laughed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s not the old days, honey buns.”

She crossed her arms and continued. “So what, in your opinion, defines a date, Mr. Matthews?”

Evan grasped her arm and tugged her forward. Their bodies were so close, and he could feel himself stir as he breathed in her scent. His hand brushed her cheek, and his lips drifted near hers. She didn’t push him away, but he knew if he got any closer she would. “When I get to kiss you at the end of it, Gracie. And I will eventually kiss you, doll.” He winked at her and walked away, letting her settle with that notion and knowing he was getting closer to winning her over.

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A Promise KeptA Promise Kept by Anissa Garcia
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

SWOON!

This is your first summer read! This should be mandatory reading this summer, involving at the minimum a pool/bubble bath/ or sandy beach in the reading mix. I personally found myself locked away in the bathroom finding the privacy of a luxurious bubble bath and my kindle the perfect beginning to my summer.

If you know me, you know I lean towards the darker reads. Sweet reads don’t tend to hold my interest very long. That being said there are a few authors that can write sweet romance that I pick up in a heart beat. (That’s right ladies…I have a soft side *gsap lol) Now added to that list is author Anissa Garcia her debut novel A Promise Kept is swoon worthy romance that made this girl’s icy heart melt.

Evan Matthews…. I say again…Evan Matthews…. he is … well…He’s perfect! He is every girl’s dream! No games No deep dark tortured past that makes him an a$$. Evan Matthews is every girl’s dream! Good looking, romantic, fun, down to earth guy that makes every girls heart go pitter patter. Grace Clark (our leading lady) walks into his life and he is instantly drawn to her independence, quick wit, and wet t-shirt…what he’s a man you can’t blame him!

Grace is strong. Yes she has some things holding her back (I mean we need something that keeps us turning the page!) But she’s a strong woman. Again if you know me, you know I loath a mousy woman. Grace is what I look for in my books.

Grace fights her attraction to Evan and that’s where the fun begins. Evan fights to spend time with her and what we get is swoon worthy and laugh out load moments. In fact my cheeks hurt from reading because I was smiling the entire time.

Personally I love when you get great friends added to the mix. The secondary characters are wonderful additions to this novel. Grace and Evan’s friends added so much more personality and depth to your reading pleasure, and I can’t wait to see what may come next. (I haven’t seen or heard of a novel staring some of their friends but I do hope it happens *hint hint)

Again, this is you first summer read, and a perfect beginning to Anissa’s writing career and I can’t wait to see what’s next from her!

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About Anissa:

Author Anissa Garcia

Anissa Garcia resides in Austin, Texas and earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Speech Communications and English. She held an array of jobs including Public Relations Manager for Barnes and Noble. Wanting a change of pace, she moved to Los Angeles where she attended The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and trained full-time in theatre. After working in Hollywood, she returned to Texas where she has written articles for Cosmopolitan and Lady Couture. When not writing stories, watching movies, or drinking a latte, she loves to daydream about romantic fictional men.

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But now my past is threatening my future—threatening the woman I love. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if I have to lie—pretend to cheat—I need her to leave my world and remain safe.
 
Breaking her heart is killing me, but I refuse to let my old sins destroy the only good in my life.
 
If you love her, let her go. If you’re dangerous like me, pray she stays away. I won’t let her get caught in the crossfire. No matter who I have to break.

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“Sebastian says touch yourself.” His husky
voice brushed the side of my neck, sending chills to my toes. “Slide your
fingers into your sweet pussy so I can suck them clean.”
 
I melted beneath him, my thighs widening
automatically as my wandering fingers rolled over my clit. Sensation moved over
me and my body tensed. Sebastian was the king of foreplay, leaving me wet and
ready—throbbing so hard I thought I’d die if he didn’t put me out of my misery.
 
“Please, Sebastian. Give me what I want,” I
begged.
 
All this time together and he was still able
to make me beg for his touch—make me breathe his name until he soothed the sweet
ache he’d built between my thighs.
 
“Ah, come on, Mrs. Black. How do you expect
me to hold out when you beg so sweetly?”
 
“I’m not Mrs. Black yet, Mr. Black,” I teased.
 
Sebastian had officially proposed the night I
graduated from Tech with my Associate’s
in Criminal Justice. He’d offered to pay for an expensive four-year college, but I was determined to do
things on my own, which meant Tech it was. And with my past and the many years
I’d spent needing justice for the murder of my parents, criminal justice made
sense.
 
His proposal was unexpected since everyone
who knew Sebastian knew he wasn’t the marrying kind. Even I was shocked when he
dropped to one knee in the middle of our bedroom and asked me to spend the rest
of my life with him.
 
I’d had some champagne at the celebratory
dinner after my graduation ceremony, and I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly,
but then he looked up at me with pure adoration and I knew—I just knew—I never
wanted to be away from him. I’d never love another man the way I loved
Sebastian, and no other man would ever love me the way he did.
 
 
 
I said yes, and we spent the rest of the
night making love.
 
It was beautiful.
 
Perfection.
 
Everything Sebastian embodied.
 
That was a week ago, and his look of
adoration still lingered in his expression, but as he looked down at me, it was a raw,
unadulterated need that filled his clear blue eyes.
 
His grin was dark and dangerous as he pulled
my fingers from my trembling body and sucked the glistening moisture from their
length—his tongue flicking at the tips. Desire struck me deep and I bit into my
lip to control the animalistic growl that crawled up the back of my throat.
 
Dark, damp hair fell over his scorching blue
eyes and I brushed it away with my free hand, losing my fingers in its thickness.
My hips lifted from the plush mattress, begging on their own for his length.
 
He chuckled, the sound rich and exotic as it rumbled across my skin.
 
“Official or not, you’re mine, Rosslyn.
You’ve been mine since the first time I laid eyes on you. Do you understand?”
 
His thick cock massaged my entrance soothing
the ache briefly as he teased me in return. With his skin beneath my nails, I
dug my fingers deep into his flesh as I tried to pull his body into mine.
 
“Now, Sebastian. I need you,” I breathed.
 
“No, beautiful, not until you give me what I
want.”
 
I knew what he wanted, but like him, I liked
to make him beg for it. It was why we worked.
 
Push and pull.
 
Give and take.
 
I was able to hook Sebastian Black because I
wasn’t afraid to fight him—to make him quake with want, quiver with need. We
drove each other crazy, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Still, I
pressed my lips together, holding out for a little longer.
 
He pushed against me harder, my insides
burning for his intrusion.
 
“Fuck,” he rumbled. “Say it, Rosslyn. Tell me
what I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you what you
want all night long, baby.”
 
I lifted my hips to draw him in, but he
pulled back letting the cool air rush between us.
 
“Give me what I want and I’ll tell you what
you want to hear,” I countered.
 
Again, he snickered; the evident strain in
his voice letting me know I was close to winning.
 
His body was stiff above me, his biceps trembling from holding up his weight and his
hips shaking against my core. I could see the defeat in his eyes as he licked
his lips and his breath quickened. He was incredibly sexy all the time, but
nothing beat Sebastian in the heat of the moment—the
seconds before he climbed into me and set both our bodies aflame.
 
And then he shifted and filled me.
 
Deep.
 
Thick.
 
Stretching me so completely I mewed in
appreciation.
 
He closed his eyes against the pleasure, and
we sighed in unison at the sweet relief.
 
“Is this what you want, dirty girl? You want
my cock deep inside you?” His breathing was erratic; his eyes steeled in
preparation for taking me hard and fast the way I liked it.
 
I nodded as I internally celebrated winning
our little game of tug-of-war.
 
“Say it, Rosslyn.” He pulled back and pushed
into me—hard and swift—deeper and deeper with each thrust. It felt amazing.
 
He felt wonderful.
 
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled. “I’ll
never get over how perfect you feel. So tight—so wet—wrapped around my cock.”
 
My toes dug into the mattress as desire worked its way from my hips and into my
stomach. I loved the way Sebastian talked to me—especially during sex. It was
an aphrodisiac for my senses, and it made me feel powerful. It made me feel
wanted—like he could never get enough of me, which was good considering I knew
I’d never get enough of him.
 
“Say it, baby. I need to hear it.”
 
I loved it when he begged—the strain in his
voice fulfilling me emotionally while his body pleasured me physically. The
tension in his voice thick and ready to
snap. He wanted me—he needed me to soothe his ache the way he was soothing
mine.
 
It was physical, but it was also mental.
 
Emotionally, Sebastian needed more. He needed
me to reach inside his mind and soothe him in a way I couldn’t with my body.
Spiritually, he needed depth. To know that I was latching on to him and never
leaving his side. All his life he’d been left. Put on the side of the road and
never collected. I’d always known how broken he was, but I also knew it was my
job to keep him together.
 
I opened my mouth to say the words he longed
to hear, to give him the relief he was giving me, but he plowed into my center
once more and the words melted on my tongue leaving a pleasured moan in their
stead.
 
“Say it, Rosslyn,” he demanded.
 
He was getting louder, his body
stronger—faster—ruthless.
 
I was lost in a sea of baby blue as he stared
down at me with determination. Sweat dotted his brow, threatening to drip onto
my flaming skin. I dug my fingernails into the flesh of his firm ass, making
him growl. He quickened, taking my body with passion—slamming into me—pushing
me to the head of the bed and to the brink of release.
 
“I can’t … I can’t say it,” I stuttered.
 
Confusion swept over his expression. “Why
not?”
 
And then I smiled because I knew I’d
officially won our little game. It wasn’t often that I won in our little game
of wits and foreplay, but I’d held out regardless of the intensity of his
movements—the passion in his eyes—the pleasure that flowed through me so
completely.
 
I’d won.
 
“Because you didn’t say Sebastian says.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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SEXY HOT COVER REVEAL~ Six by Ker Dukey

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Title:SIX (Men By Numbers Series Book 2)

Author: Ker Dukey 

Release Date: Please see “A letter from the author”

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SIX:

I grew up in the foster system and bounced around from place to place… I know what you’re thinking.

Bad things happened to me and fucked me up?

Don’t feel bad for me. I didn’t know a privileged life therefore I didn’t miss one.

I was what I was and I made it work. I actually had a few good homes in my lifetime, met some good people but that’s not what my stories about.

It’s not a Romeo and Juliet saga either, even if our stories do revolve around similar bases.

I knew a real love, a rare love… a love between two people that were never supposed to fall in love.

Rival gang members are never allowed to fall in love and it cost us everything.

The things I learned growing up the way I did is this:

Love is deadly and often not real.

People come and go and only the rare few stick around when shit gets tough.

I learned the hard way what lurks behind false smiles and that deceitful truths get whispered in sexual moans.

I was taught that dark souls are not born but they are created and you can avoid them, hide from them or learn and become them.

Revenge sculpt and molded me into the darkest of souls and with my wrath comes agony and torment more severe then hell itself.

I took out six of the men who hurt my woman and I will be coming for the rest.

Get in my way and I’ll come for you too.

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“SIX?”

I awake with a jolt, my hand reaching effortlessly for the blade kept under my pillow. With the other hand I grab the intruder around the neck and bring them down on to the bed. In a quick flurry of movements I’m straddling the invader with the blade to their throat. The room comes into focus and I become fully aware that I’m not stuck in the dream world any longer but reality, when I recognize the wild, scared eyes of Misty Cooper, my new bar manager staring up at me. Her soft, small frame pinned beneath my own.

Just above the sound of her heavy, restricted breathing is that persistent beeping that was in my dream.

“I didn’t know you were here.” She whispers barely audible.

I remove the knife from her throat and stand abruptly from the bed.

Sitting up her eyes widen and then dart to her lap. I hate the paleness of her cheeks and the glisten in her eyes, knowing I caused her fear.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly push past my lips. “I was working late last night, on a clients tattoo so I crashed here.”

“You don’t need to explain.” She tells me shaking her head. She won’t look at me and it makes me fucking angry with myself.

“Misty, look at me?”

…“Ermm, you’re naked.”

Her cheeks flush a beautiful crimson as her eyes dart up to my junk and then quickly back down to her lap, her teeth popping out to worry her bottom lip.

She’s twenty-five years old surely this isn’t the first naked man she’s been around?

“It’s just a dick Misty, I’m sure you’ve seen one before.” I grab the pair of jeans from the chair I slung them over the night before and slip them up my legs.

“Not that big” I hear her mumble under her breath. Folding my arms over my chest. I quirk a brow at her. “What was that?”

Her eyes pop wide and she quickly shakes her head “Nothing, nothing”

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A Letter From The Author

 

Dear my wonderful readers,

As some of you might know (if you follow me on social media) I’m currently ‘very’ pregnant. My daughter is due in less than three weeks and although we are extremely pleased to have our precious gift join us, it has been very tiring and will continue to be so. I’m telling you this to ask that you have patience when it comes to Six’s release. I’m hoping to stay on a steady writing course but we all know baby’s can be unpredictable. As can recovery after surgery, and that’s how our daughter must enter this world.

I have given Six, a July release date to relieve any pressure on my part. I may finish and release sooner but would rather give a later date to begin with than an earlier one and have to push it back. Six is shaping up to be a wonderful, fascinating and extremely yummy character and I know any wait will be worth it. Thank you for your understanding and support, you all mean the world to me and I can’t wait to bring you Six’s story. I hope you like the cover as much as I do, Amy Queau is very talented, and done an amazing job capturing everything I envisioned for this cover.

I would just like to mention a huge thank you to you amazing bloggers. Thank you so much for all your selfless work in sharing this cover and any of my work. As soon as I have dates for arcs an email will be sent out to inform you.

All the best, Ker.

 

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Covet Not~Cover reveal & BOOK REC! I love this series!


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A gilded cage is still a cage.

 

From the womb, she was owned. Shula Kelley was signed away before her first breath, just like everyone else in secessionist Texas. She was called beautiful like it meant something important. Like it would get her a kind husband, or one less cruel. She hoped Jared Agnesson was kind.

 

And the devil you know is still the devil.

 

As punishment for his son’s rebellion, the patriarch of the Agnesson clan claimed Shula for his own. And she saw only one way out. Shula had a plan, but she didn’t realize it would require a savior.

 

Suffer not the sins of the father.

 

First acts of rebellion open doors that are best left closed. Until Jared walked through it. Her savior. But how can she truly love when she only knows obedience?

 

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He had been told long before he was to take a bride that it was important–imperative–to assert his place on top of her, between spread thighs, claiming relentlessly that which belonged to him. Her opinion forever insignificant.

He had never been told that a thirst so indelible could suffocate every blessed second. That an unsated hunger would leave him unsettled and a little terrified.

That he would need those same thighs to spread for want of him.

It had been several months, but the gift of her was still overwhelming.

“Did your mother ever call you Shulamith,” Jared asked innocently. He had been watching her for a short time as she methodically and efficiently chopped the onions, carrots, and potatoes for their stew. She was more adept with the large knife than even he was. He wasn’t quite sure why kitchen work made such a difference. Maybe it didn’t, and Shula was just very good with her hands.

He didn’t know why he enjoyed watching it.

She gasped as the knife slipped from her grasp and she nicked the tip of her fingertip holding down an onion. He was at her side grasping her hand with muttered apologies. He had meant to shock her with his new found knowledge, but he hadn’t meant to hurt her. She pressed her lips together, because she didn’t want to complain.

She gasped again when he pressed her finger in his mouth. “I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered.

“How did you find out?” She was afraid she might cry. She hated being named for a harem girl. She liked to believe that her mother did it to make a point.

“I didn’t really. Your name. Shula. I’ve never heard it. I looked through some genealogy information online and no one on either your mother or your father’s side shared that name. But, everyone had sacred names. First and middle. I saw a smudge by yours.”

“Father. He was ashamed. He tried to change it. But, it was too long–”

“Shh. Not now. Later.” His hands moved to both hips. He gripped tightly, and lifted her easily onto the counter. She sucked in a breath and held onto him tightly. The light in the room was waning, but it was the brightest light he’d ever been so close to her in.

He loved it when she was supplicant under him, trying to hide, trying not to spread her legs wider. He loved that by the end, she’s panting in his mouth, with her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. She was his completely, and he never had to ask. She just gave.

He found himself wanting her to want him. Was it fair for him to ask for that when she hadn’t a choice previously? He frowned and stepped back a few inches.

She dropped her hands from his shoulders. “Have I done something to…displease you?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. It took a few moments to speak. “You are my wife.”

She nodded, unsure of his point.

“We didn’t get to choose, but I was happy at the wedding, unexpected though it was.” He stepped in close to her again, and her legs spread for him. He pressed both fists on either side of her hips. “You were my punishment, and I think it’s the grandest cosmic joke ever.”

 

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Arden Aoide lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and three cats. Turn ons include men who cry during sex, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. Turn offs include mean people and trying to figure out how to write an interesting author bio.

She doesn’t write about the typical men you normally read about in erotic romance novels. She likes her men brainy and just this side of manic.

She’s an introvert, she loves coffee, Internet, British television, and pot stickers. And pie. She loves pie.

 

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NEW RELEASE & GIVEAWAY ~ Liquid & Ash

 

 

Title: Liquid & Ash
Author: E.M. Abel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: March 1, 2016

 

Blurb
Love was my weakness. 
In the light of the truth, no one can hide. Derek had ignited a spark inside of my heart, a hope for a love I never expected to find. However, our connection lacked the substance it needed to burn. Weakened with resentment, our relationship crumbled under deception, slowly dissolving into ash.

I had sacrificed myself for him and paid the price.

By the time Brandon entered into my life, the longing in my heart had turned cold. But fate was not done with me. His crystal blue eyes and fluid touch revived a wish that had been frozen in time. He gave me hope once again. 

Hope is a dangerous thing, especially when you dare to dream.

**WARNING: This book contains adult content and drug use.

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Author Bio
E.M. Abel was born and raised a Marine Corps brat. She spent a large portion of her life moving and living in her mother’s home country, Japan. As a result, she gained independence and a unique perspective on the world. The youngest of three girls, E.M. Abel spent a lot of time alone in her room writing or sketching in her journals and dreaming up stories. Growing up, she wrote poems, short stories and articles for her high school newspaper. She also fell in love with art and discovered her deep need for self-expression.Now, a Navy wife with two small children of her own, she still loves being creative and most of all translating her stories into novels. E.M. Abel, now referred to as E or Em by her friends and readers, can often be found with her headphones on jamming out to punk rock, in a chair getting tattooed or cooking dinner for her kids and attending gymnastics practice. No matter what she’s doing in her life, she’s always sure to do it her way.

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