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Alexandr's Reluctant Submissive - Release 9/29




The much anticipated, and super sexy & steamy, finale to Alexandr and Jessica’s story: ALEXANDR’S RELUCTANT SUBMISSIVE by Ann Mayburn

The wait is over! Get the super sexy, and climatic (pun intended) ending to Alex and Jessica’s story. We hear it’s too hot for words! Fans of erotic romance and BDSM or who are looking for #whattoreadafterFiftyShades, are going to love Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive.
Readers will want to make sure they’ve read Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive as this is a two-part story and Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive is part-two.


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Synopsis: Note- this is part TWO of Alex and Jessica's story. Part ONE, Alexandr's Cherished Submissive, should be read first for the most enjoyment.

After believing for five years that his wife and daughter were dead, Alexandr Novikov’s world changes forever when he learns not only are they alive, but that the vile person who tore his family away from him was none other than his father, Jorg. Determined to make up for the lost time, Alex has to set about winning not only the heart and trust of his wife and daughter, but also healing the emotional damage done to Jessica by their forced separation. Something easier said than done when jealousy rears its ugly head and Jessica has to deal with all the women Alex was intimate with after her supposed death.

Jessica has been praying for the chance to reunite with Alex, hopeful that they can be the family they were meant to be, while reclaiming and rebuilding their relationship. That is, if she can get her husband to see her as something other than the naive twenty-year-old girl he married who was content to let him run the show. She’s grown up during their difficult time apart, and she’s no longer happy with just being a piece of arm candy for her powerful husband. If he’s going to bring her back into the deadly world of the Russian mafia Alex needs to realize that she’s strong enough to be his partner in name and in truth.
But Jorg isn’t done meddling with their lives yet and his actions will have deadly consequences for generations to come.

Warning- This book contains a rather kinky Bravta lord who likes to give his woman all the pleasure she can handle with the help of his friends and includes anal, F/F play, spanking, domestic discipline, and a M/F/F/M/F/M/F/M/F scene that'll make you squirm.


About Ann Mayburn
With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

   From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

   Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

  Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she's weird, and that sarcasm doesn't translate well via text.



Coming Home Texas by Laura Harner

Title: Coming Home Texas 
Author: Laura Harner
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2015
You know what they say—you can’t go home again—and Brandon Masters doesn’t want to. But when he gets a call that his father is down hard with a broken leg, he puts his thriving real estate business, his fiancé, and his life on hold and returns to his small town roots in Goldview, Texas, temporarily picking up the reins of the world he left behind. A dozen years gone should be long enough to erase the pain and humiliation he suffered when the town’s bad boy broke his naive teenaged heart.
Twelve years ago, Joe Martinez was left standing in the dust, his heart in his hand and his future on the line when the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy from the right side of the tracks left town without a backward glance. Or so he thought. Since then, he’s rebuilt himself from the boots up, to earn the respect of the community his father shamed.
When the now-Sheriff Martinez discovers Brandon has returned long enough to help his father recover, he realizes he’s been handed the perfect opportunity to get the answers he needs to move on—and maybe seek a little payback for pain and suffering. But businessman-Brandon has learned a thing or two about protecting his heart—and breaking down those walls may not be as easy as it appears. Irresistible force—meet immovable object.
      
“This is a fast paced book, and it's a great read. If you're a fan of Laura's work, this is a must have book. If she's new to you, this would be a great place to start falling in love.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
“What to say about this book other then I loved it!!!” ~ Inked Rainbow Reads 
Blinking at Joe’s sudden exit, Brandon followed, his own long strides barely able to keep up. “Slow down, Joe—I want to talk to you,” he said, nearly out of breath.

Although he had to have heard his name, Joe didn’t stop, just lowered his head like a steamroller and made for the truck. Brandon barely caught him when he slowed to open the door and climb inside. With a bit of a jump, Brandon managed to clamber onto the running board to stand between Joe and the door, preventing him from closing it and driving off. 

Leaning inside, he got right up in Joe’s tight, angry face. “What the hell’s the matter? Talk to me…” he demanded.

Joe’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. In profile, his features were set in a frown, his jaw clenched. 

“You want to talk?” he ground out. “That’s different. Let’s skip the talk and you just run back to San Diego, Brandon. Save us all a lot of trouble.”

The words hurt more than they should have. More than was right. After what had happened in the tack room with Hugh, Brandon’s emotions were as frayed as an old rope, and just as likely to give under pressure. “You want me to go back to San Diego?” 

Staring out the windshield, Joe pressed his lips tight together and said nothing. 

“What’s wrong? What did I do?” Brandon asked, unable to hide the hurt in his tone.

“You came back to Goldview,” Joe replied, turning to face him. “I thought I was finally getting my shit together, then you come back and set me flat on my ass again.”

“What does that even mean? You’re the most put together guy in town, from what I can tell…otherwise no one would have voted for you for sheriff. I’m proud of you,” he added. “They couldn’t have hired a better man for the job.”

Joe snorted. “Right,” he drawled. “Let’s recheck those numbers. You drop in to take care of your dad—and suddenly I’m taking a sabbatical from my job. Today I beat a man half to death and was considering doing the same to my best friend. Randy was right. You’re trouble, and whenever you’re around, I seem to stay knee deep in it. You’re no good for me.”

Anger finally snapping, Brandon leaned in and got right in Joe’s face. “Wait—it’s my fault you decided to take a vacation and come out here to help work a ranch—something you haven’t done since college?” he asked indignantly. “Newsflash. I didn’t choose to come back here to make your life miserable. I had to come back to help my dad. This”—he leaned back and waved his arm—“had nothing to do with you.” 

Brandon was breathing hard, wondering exactly why he’d chased after this confusing man. “I have a business in San Diego. A life, a home. A fiancé. If my dad didn’t need me, I wouldn’t have ever come back.” Brandon met Joe’s angry eyes. “I didn’t want you here. I don’t need you here. The thought of seeing you again is exactly what kept me away. So tell me again whose fault it is that you’re in this situation?”

Joe growled, and his arm shot out to grab Brandon around the waist, then he jerked him inside the truck. Barely ducking his head in time to keep from banging it on the frame, Brandon found himself caught between the steering wheel and Joe’s chest. He started to protest when Joe crashed their mouths together. 

Slick and hot, they fit together like they’d never been apart, never stopped sharing their mind-numbing kisses. Their tongues slid together, their teeth bumped, their mouths moving to deepen the connection. Brandon moaned as he sucked eagerly on Joe’s tongue, a silent promise or an unspoken wish—either way, he knew what he wanted. 

Heart racing, he slid his hands over Joe’s chest, then up to his neck, before dragging his fingers through the thick dark hair. It was like nobody in the world existed except the two of them. When Joe moaned, it came out like a sob. Need and desire, love and fate, all mixed up into one potent arrow that shot Brandon straight through his heart—taking down every one of the protective barriers he’d built.

Joe gentled the kiss, lapped at Brandon’s lips, then pulled back, breathing heavily. 

“We need to stop, Brandon.” With considerable effort, he dragged Brandon the rest of the way into the cab of the truck. In the process, he gave Brandon’s ass a good feel for the pressing need building between them. Then Joe eased Brandon onto the driver’s seat as he scooted across the bench onto the passenger side. 

In a fog of desperate need, Brandon felt disoriented by the sudden change. “What—?”

“We have an audience.” Joe gave a chin nod out the windshield.

Brandon blinked slowly, trying to focus on anything other than Joe’s red and swollen lips. He looked out the front window. Randy and Hep had stopped a good twenty feet from the SUV, but plenty close to see exactly what had been happening. They wore suspiciously similar grins as they’d clearly been watching the fireworks in the cab of the truck. 

“Aw, shit…not good,” he groaned and slammed his back against the seat.

Joe looked over at him. “Felt pretty damned good to me.” There was an edge to his voice; he almost sounded…sad.

Kissing Joe was beyond spectacular—just as it had always been. They could light each other up from zero to sixty in two point nine seconds. And wasn’t that just the problem? That kind of heat left Brandon defenseless. Being with Joe again…making love again…would be beyond perfect. Something Brandon had never dreamed possible—and something he wanted more than his next breath. Which was completely and totally wrong. He shouldn’t feel that way. Couldn’t feel that way.

“I-I’m engaged… I-I don’t cheat.” 

“Brando, there’s something between us—some unfinished business. We need to get it out of our system so we can both move on.” Joe’s dark brown eyes would have been easy to get lost in, and for a moment, the temptation to agree with him was nearly overwhelming. 

“Joe, we can’t go back in time. It wouldn’t change…anything. We’d both just wind up getting hurt. And E-Ellis would wind up hurt too.”

Joe twisted in the seat and grabbed Brandon’s shoulders. “Dammit, Brandon—to hell with Ellis. How the hell can you say you’re going to marry him when it’s obvious you want to be with me?”

Brandon jerked away and stared down at his hands, unable to look Joe in the face.

“I l-love him.” Brandon’s throat was so tight he thought he might choke on the lie. They would both be better off if Joe believed him—if Joe would stay away until Brandon headed back to San Diego. If Joe never knew how much thinking Brandon had to do about his relationship with Ellis.

Joe growled and thunked his fist on the dashboard. “Get out, Brandon.”

Nodding, Brandon blindly reached for the handle and jerked it up to open the door. Before he climbed out, he turned to look at Joe once more. His jaw was clenched so tightly he thought Joe’s teeth might crumble. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Sorry I left like I did, and sorry I let things get out of control just now.”

“Get out, Brandon,” Joe repeated, his voice as rough as sandpaper. “But you think about what I said—you know I’m right. We need to finish this. If you change your mind, let me know.” 

Brandon shut the door and stepped away, and it only took a second before Joe started the engine. He tore down the driveway, leaving a dust cloud—and Brandon’s aching heart—behind.
I live on waterfront property in Arizona because I've always wanted to be an oxymoron. I once enjoyed hobbies such as gardening and travel--now the characters my head compel me to tell their stories, so I write. (It doesn't actually help quiet the voices--but it keeps the folks in the white jackets at bay.)
I love to tell stories of people who find themselves in unusual situations (attracted to a best friend, in a haunted house, kidnapped for his own good, etc.) and then have to find way to push through whatever it is holding them back from finding love. I'm a big believer that love comes in many flavors, so among my titles you'll find MF, MM, and multiple partners of various combinations. In other words, love outside the lines. Suspense included, no extra charge.
My home is filled with an ever-revolving cast of characters--some of whom are actually real--and outside of writing and watching my Diamondbacks baseball, I am building my own version of the Willow Springs Ranch to turn into a writer's retreat.
With over fifty published novels and novellas, I'm rapidly approaching a half million books sold! I want to thank each and every reader who's taken a chance on one of my books--that makes you family.

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INDIGO LOUNGE BOX SET by Zara Cox


INDIGO LOUNGE BOX SET COMPRISING BOOKS 1-4 - “HIGH”, “HIGHER”, “SPIRAL” AND “SOAR” by Zara Cox

Date of Publication: September 21, 2015

Blurb


A BOX SET FROM THE EXPLOSIVE BESTSELLING SERIES!
LOSE YOURSELF IN THIS INTENSELY HOT SERIES!
HIGH
Welcome to The Indigo lounge, the scandalously sexy sky-high playground where anything can happen...
Flirty, dirty and utterly delicious, HIGH is the perfect next read for lovers of the internationally renowned EL James' Fifty Shades and Sylvia Day's Crossfire series.
Zachary Savage is a man accustomed to getting whatever and whoever he wants. He's buried his demons and risen from the ashes to become the playboy owner of the internationally renowned Indigo Lounge, a fleet of ultra-exclusive sky-high pleasure palaces.
He has everything he wants, until he sets eyes on Bethany Green. One look is all it takes ~ she has to be his.
Bethany Green has endured the worst year of her life; bad luck and heartbreak at every turn. Karma swings wildly in her favour when a money-can't-buy golden ticket lands in her lap - an invitation to experience the scandalously sexy Indigo Lounge for herself.
Green by name and green by nature, is she brave enough to accept the hottest ticket in town?
One glimpse of Zachary Savage is enough to convince her that she isn't cosmopolitan enough to play in his glamorous, sinfully sexy world.
But they're already in the air, and reality is a long way behind them. The only way is up.
The Indigo Lounge. Step aboard and check your inhibitions at the door.
HIGHER is the sizzling conclusion to Zach & Bethany's love story which began in book one, HIGH.
When Bethany finds herself back on board the Indigo Lounge, this time for work purposes, she knows her life is about to once again slide into free fall.
Zachary Savage has branded himself onto her senses, and despite her attempts to protect her heart she's pulled right back into his sizzlingly intense orbit of sex, more sex and dark secrets.
But even out of this world sex won't save Beth's heart when Zach is finally ready to reveal the truth…
HIGHER. The only way is up, and this time they're going all the way.
HIGHER is the perfect read for lovers of the internationally renowned EL James' Fifty Shades & Sylvia Day's Crossfire series.
SPIRAL & SOAR
Sinfully sexy venture capitalist, Noah King - a man with a haunted past and dark cravings - is a short fuse away from being consumed by his needs. When his desires propel him to the Indigo Lounge, there's only one course of action - unleash his innermost hunger or lose his mind.
Leia Michaels has spent the last five years trying to find her way out of a shattered labyrinth of pain and tragedy. In a daring move, she takes a chance on a sizzling adventure aboard the Indigo Lounge.
Within seconds of meeting on the luxury, decadent adults-only jet, they realize they're better off apart...but their chemistry defies logic and their needs have gone far too long unanswered.
Seven Nights. Seven Highs. He will strip away her inhibitions and show her that edgy existence between pleasure and pain. Will she survive his dark secrets and risk revealing her own, or will her world spiral out of control?
Seven Nights, Seven Highs…the story continues!
Noah King thought he'd left his past behind in New York. He should have known better. The past isn't not done with him yet.
Leia Michaels thought she was finally free. Free of the shadows of her past. Free to contemplate a future with Noah. She should have known better. The past isn't done with her either.
Perfect for lovers of Sylvia Day's Crossfire series, SOAR is the conclusion to the scorching duet in the bestselling Indigo Lounge series. Step back aboard and check your inhibitions at the door.

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About Zara Cox



Zara Cox has been writing since she was thirteen years old, but it wasn't until eight years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone besides her close family (the over 18s anyway!). Her best-selling Indigo Lounge Series is Zara's first step in her erotic romance-writing journey. In 2015 she hopes to bring her readers even more sizzling-hot stories featuring panty-melting alpha heroes and the women who rock their world. She's also working on an entirely new super-hot series, so watch this space and keep in touch! She loves to hear from her readers.

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Teaser

Chapter One
The first thing Bethany Green saw when she opened her mailbox on Friday evening was the indigo-colored envelope. Against the rest of the junkmail and bills, it stood out like an exotic jewel in the dust.
Even as she cautioned herself against excitement, her heart skipped several beats. Fingers trembling, she reached for the rectangular envelope and felt it, real and heavy in her hand.
"Omigod, it came. It actually came." Realizing she was talking to herself, albeit in the empty foyer of her apartment building, she quickly stuffed the mail in her oversized handbag and hurried to the elevator.
She'd barely stabbed the button for the fourth floor when she pulled the envelope out again. The words written on the front in raised gold embossed lettering were simple—Your Invitation. She turned it over. No return address. No surprise there. Because, seriously, only a crazy person would turn down this invitation.
Ten minutes later, Bethany, despite being fortified with half a glass of Rioja, still hadn't gathered the courage to open it. The harsh buzz of her cellphone made her jump. Unable to tear her gaze from the envelope, which now rested on her coffee table, she fumbled on the sofa for a few seconds before her fingers closed over her phone.
"We still on for tapas in an hour, right?" Keely Benson, her best friend, snapped in her no-nonsense Brooklyn twang.
Keely was pure New Yorker, not an up-stater like Bethany. Many times during their long friendship, Bethany had thanked God for having Keely in her life. She'd been there for her when Bethany had been hit with the worst news of her life.
"Umm…yeah…I guess," Bethany replied, her attention still absorbed by the envelope.
"You…guess? How many times over the last week have I told you how important tonight is to me? Fuck, Bethany, if you chicken out on me, I'll never forgive you. You know Clark will never go all the way if I come on too strong. I need you to pull me back. Once I get him to my place, I'll be fine, but I can't have him wimping out on me at dinner, and for that to happen, I need you there!"
"Jesus, Keel, I've never understood your insane addiction to nerds."
Her friend gave a rich laugh that started off as a schoolgirl giggle and ended in a dominatrix's growl. Bethany had seen grown men drool like little boys when Keely laughed.
"You don't need to understand, baby girl. All you need to do is to turn up and help a friend out."
"I…okay, sure, I'll be there."
Keely huffed with impatience. "Ok, tell me what's going on. You haven't had another run-in with She-male, have you?"
Bethany smirked at the nickname they'd coined for her balls-shriveling boss. "No, she's out of town till Tuesday."
"Then what the hell's the problem?"
"It came," Bethany blurted out, incapable of keeping the news to herself any longer.
"It? What it?"
"An invitation. To The Indigo Lounge."
Silence. For as long as Bethany had known her, Keely had never been at a loss for words. For her to be silent now made Beth's heart hammer. Her friend knew, just as she did, the gravity of the moment.
"You're. Shitting. Me!" she finally whispered.
"I am not." A sound bubbled up from Bethany's throat—half incredulous, half terrified. Because she still couldn't believe what her eyes were telling her.
"Have you opened it? What does it say? When do you leave? How long for? Are you allowed to bring a guest? Fuck it, girl, spill!"
"I…haven't opened it yet. And, seriously, Keely, I don't think I want to."
"You don't think you want to open it or you don't think you want to accept the invitation?"
"Umm…both? I mean there's no way I can get away on such short notice. Besides, I have too much work to do at the moment. June is our busiest month because it's right before everyone disappears for the summer…it's just not practical—"
"Bethany!" Keely's steely voice cut across hers.
"Yes?"
"How much wine do you have at your place?"
Bethany finally managed to blink and focus on something other than the indigo envelope. Glancing over at the alcove set into the short hallway leading to her kitchen, she counted. "Three reds, one white, one rosé. Why?"
"I'll be over in twenty minutes. I'll bring take out."
"What about Clark?"
Keely sighed. "As much as it kills me to deny myself some super-hot nerd cock, Clark can wait. This is way too important to let you do what I know you're thinking about doing."
"But—"
"Twenty minutes." She hung up.
Bethany forced herself to breathe. Willed her hands to stop shaking. Taking another sip of wine, she picked up the invitation.
The Indigo Lounge—owned by thirty-one-year-old billionaire Zachary Savage, the fifth-richest man in America.
The piece she'd read about Savage in Time Magazine last year had expounded on his Midas-touch business savvy and hinted at his rags-to-riches background, but she'd known the report was largely rehashed from other articles. The very private Zach Savage had revealed almost nothing about his past to his interviewer.
The picture used in the piece had been an old one from his college years, but it didn't detract from the fact that at twenty-five, Zachary Savage had been magnetic and gorgeous, with eyes that captured and held a woman's attention and made her want to get to know the man behind the enigmatic, sexy smile.
Nowadays, all anyone knew about Zachary Savage was that he lived somewhere on the West Coast, probably San Francisco, owned several homes around the world, and had fingers in multiple entrepreneurial pies, the most renowned being The Indigo Lounge.
Operating from ten super-jumbo private jets, the lounges offered prime, private adult entertainment. Rumors said they were flying sex palaces, but the specifics were an extremely well-kept secret that only the cream of A-listers were familiar with.
The events organizing company she worked for had made overtures for his business last year and been met with a flat refusal. Bethany, as part of the bidding team, had been tasked beforehand with finding out everything she could about Zachary Savage.
Coming up near-empty had more than pissed off her bosses and made her position at Neon Events, Inc. precarious. She'd had to work her ass off after that debacle to redeem herself in the eyes of her immediate supervisor, Sheena Malcolm.
The sound of her buzzer interrupted her thoughts. Springing to her feet, she buzzed Keely in and waited by her front door.
Her blonde, green-eyed friend exited the elevator with her usual brisk, sexy stride, carrying a takeout bag from their favorite Chinese place in one hand and two Louis Vuitton weekenders in another.
Bethany frowned as Keely walked past her into the apartment. "What are the bags for?"
Keely dumped the luggage on the floor next to the nearest sofa and headed for the kitchen. "One is empty and is for you to use once I convince you you're going on this trip. The other is for if I've lost all my powers of persuasion and I don't succeed. In which case, you and I are taking off for the Hamptons for the weekend. The weather forecast says mid to high nineties. If I won't be sweating it out on my sheets with Clark, I might as well go sweat on a beach and top up my tan while we discuss the serious issue of how you live your life." She grabbed two plates and came back into the living room where she'd left the food on the small dining table tucked into a corner, and started dishing out Kung Pao chicken and noodles.
Bethany stemmed the fierce reaction to the word beach and tried to hide her fear-induced shudder. Keely saw it anyway.
Sympathy softened her gaze. "Crap. Scratch the beach idea. In fact scratch the whole contingency plan. You won't be needing it."
"Actually, about the invitation…"
Keely grimaced and pointed her chopsticks at her. "You've talked yourself out of going, haven't you?"
"I don't think I can take the time off work, Keel."
"Sure you can. Your Aunt Melanie has suffered her second heart attack in two months. All those donuts and greasy short ribs the doctors warned her about are finally taking their toll. They don't know if poor Aunt Mel will make it this time."
"Jesus, Keely, Aunt Mel is as healthy if not healthier than the horses she rides several times a day. I spoke to her on her birthday last week and she's as fit as a fiddle."
"Iron Balls Sheena doesn't know that. She's approved you taking all of the vacation time you've accrued in the last two years to visit your aunt's death bed in Montana. And…" Keely fished her cell phone out of a pocket and waved it at Bethany, "she just texted me back to say she's also happy for me to keep her updated so you don't need to check in every fucking day."
Bethany couldn't stop her mouth gaping. "You packed a bag, ordered food for us and texted my boss asking for time off all in what…twenty minutes? Just so I'll go on this trip?"
"Yup."
"And Sheena believed the excuse you made up?"
"Why wouldn't she? She still thinks I quit Neon last year because she drove me to a nervous breakdown and not because Rubio Events poached me. Bet she's scared spitless I might sue her ass." Keely grinned and handed over a steaming plate. "I love it when you get that look on your face."
"What look?"
"The one that says you don't know whether to kiss me for coming through for you or bitch-slap me for grinding your excuses into dust."
"Yeah, because I've learned to my grief that when you're this determined, one of us ends up doing something she'll regret. And most of the time, it's me."
Keely waved her away and went over to the sofa Bethany had vacated minutes earlier. She stared down at the envelope with the same awe Bethany had felt since opening her mailbox almost an hour ago. "Wow. I mean…fucking wow."
Bethany released a shaky breath and felt a little better that she hadn't blown the momentousness of the situation out of proportion. "I know, right?"
Keely nodded. "We still need to open it, babe. We're not going to get the juicy details by staring at it all night." With a deep breath, she snatched it off the table and ripped it open.
Bethany held her breath until the need for oxygen made her inhale greedily. "What does it say?"
"You're leaving on Sunday from Newark. First stop is Shanghai…you'll have your own personal guide, chef and a bodyguard throughout the experience…holy crap!"
"Bodyguard? Why would I need—"
Keely held up a hand. "Second stop is Bora Bora. Jesus, Bethany, I'd kill to go to Bora Bora! Third stop, the Aleutian Islands—where the fuck are they?"
When Bethany shrugged, she continued. "Fourth stop London, fifth stop is Monte Carlo." She stared into space and sighed. "This is fucking unbelievable, Bethany. Did you think you'd hit the jackpot like this when you researched The Indigo Lounge and found out they take a wild-card guest once a year free of charge?"
"Nope. We both thought it was a joke at the time, remember? I mean, what would a multi-billion dollar organization have to gain from offering a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this?"
"Maybe Zachary Savage doesn't want the world to think he's just a super-rich dick?"
"Why should a guy who doesn't give personal interviews and is practically a recluse care what the world thinks of him?" Bethany asked.
"Jeez, I don't know. But let's not stare this gift heifer in the mouth." She pointed the edge of the envelope at Bethany. "This invitation has fallen into your lap and you. Are. Going."
Bethany pressed her lips together to stop the torrent of objections rising inside her. On the one hand, she was thrilled—beyond thrilled. On the other, her self-confidence had taken a severe blow six months earlier when her long-term boyfriend had left her…for another man. Her shock at Chris's double betrayal still hadn't worn off. More and more lately, she was beginning to wonder if it would ever wear off.
"What else does it say?" she asked to distract both herself and Keely from the reasons why taking this step felt so very daunting.
Keely glanced down at the envelope. "The usual disclaimers—total, unwavering confidentiality or you lose both kidneys, no drugs on board the jets…no drugs on board the jets…no drugs on board the jets or you'll be prosecuted…jeez, they really hammer the ‘no drugs' things home."
"Maybe someone had a bad experience with drugs on board?"
"Hmm…they have twenty-four hour entertainment on board, but the private suites are private. Fuck, if you come back and tell me you never left your suite, I'll kill you." Keely glared at her.
"I haven't agreed I'm going yet, Keel."
Her best friend sighed and dropped the envelope. "Listen. I know why you don't want to go. Chris-the-A-hole did a real number on you with that I-prefer-men thing, I get that. Hell, it didn't even happen to me and I was fucking traumatized. But you need to move on, baby girl. You've worn out six vibrators in the last six months and God knows how many more dildos, and those are the ones you've told me about—"
"Keely!"
"You'll break your goddamn clit if you don't stop using battery powered gadgets on it and believe me, you need your clit for when a real man comes along. Seriously, can you tell me you don't miss the real thing? A warm body against yours, a hard cock inside you?"
Heat suffused Bethany's face and she sagged onto the sofa. "Okay, fine I do but—"
"No buts."
"Yes, buts! For fuck's sake, Keely. The last hard cock I had inside me decided it preferred anal with other men. It is any wonder I have a goddamn complex?"
Keely's green eyes gentled in sympathy. "Of course not."
"Those are stories we read in trashy magazines and laugh ourselves hoarse. Do you know how it feels to know I'm suddenly that girl? The one who couldn't keep her man happy enough, so he jumped into bed with another man?" Even after all this time, just saying the words made her stomach turn over with pain, anger and disgust.
Slowly, Keely shook her head, but then she got the look in her eye. The look that said, I love you but... "No, I don't know how it feels, honey, but neither am I going to let you hide away forever because of what that asshole did. What better way to get over it than to open yourself to new experiences? You go, you have a sizzling, no-strings-attached hook up in the lap of pure luxury, and you come back and move on with your life. Bethany, the Indigo Lounge couldn't be more perfect for you right now."
"It's not that easy…"
"Yes, it is. You need to get your ex out of your system, and a flying sex palace is just the way you're going to do it. You really should give up trying to fight me because I'm not letting you chicken out of this, B. It's time to step back into the real world." She picked up her dish and sat back, chopsticks poised. "Now eat up, you'll need your strength to keep up with the to-do list I've drawn up for you."

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Aaron thought he was dying, Jaret showed him how to live.
Now the only thing standing between them and forever
was an ancient enemy set on their annihilation.

Living in Montana and working the ranch is all Aaron wants to do for the rest of his life. Diagnosed as allergic to the sun thirteen years previous, every day is a struggle to get out of bed. Having to wear long-sleeved shirts, gloves, and even material to cover his face from the effects of the sun, just makes it all worse. Now, in his thirty-second year, he is sure this will be his last summer. While he hates it, he knows he needs to come to terms with the truth and put things in order for his younger cousins. Before he does so, he heads out for one night of pleasure before facing what’s coming.

Jaret loves excitement and new adventures. For over five hundred years, he has sought them out. In Montana on a whim, he comes across someone he doesn’t expect, someone who makes him feel things he does not understand and does not want to give up. In no time at all, he feels like he cannot live without Aaron. The only problem is Aaron doesn’t know who he is, what he is, nor that he isn’t going to die. Not on Jaret’s watch. With a plan to help the other man discover who he is in place, he only has one thing to worry about: whether an ancient enemy will come and destroy everything he now holds dear.

Warning: This book is a paranormal m/m romance with some horror elements. It also crosses cowboy and vampire genres. If you don’t think cowboys look hot with fangs, you’re missing out.


Excerpt:
Where was Jaret? He stood up tall and looked around, but at first all he saw were their horses who seemed spooked. They had huddled into a tight bunch, looking prepared to run away at any moment. He’d never seen them do that before.

Slight movement out of the corner of his eye made him reach for his gun. Only to realize he hadn’t even thought to bring it. “Fuck.” Stalking toward him—or actually Blaze and Krage—was a huge cougar. Before he could sound an alarm that would have his horses running away quickly, Jaret came out of nowhere.

Faster than he could have imagined, the man tore around the herd heading straight for the cat. Moving as fluidly as the mountain lion did, he sped up, a growl leaving his mouth. Wait. A growl? Nothing that alarming could have come from him. Sure, he’d heard Jared growl in annoyance or to tease him. But the sound that just left his throat was menacing. Obviously the cat thought so to as it whipped around and let out a roar. It hunched down and Aaron felt completely useless at protecting his lover until the cougar suddenly flumped to the side. Blinking in confusion, he looked again even as his heart beat so fast in his ears, he couldn’t hear anything.

Strange sensations overtook him as Jaret looked up and nodded at him, as if this was all supposed to make sense. His fingers tingled and he flexed them over and over, his upper jaw throbbing painfully, the ache increasing exponentially as Jaret picked up the lion. A low rumble filled the air but Aaron wasn’t sure where it came from and he couldn’t look away from the man walking toward him.

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Thianna Durston is a writer by day and supernova by night. Or at least that’s what the faeries tell her. And who is she to deny those pesky *cough* lovely little creatures?

She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.

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Closet Confessions by Kindle Alexander with BONUS SCENES!!!!

Title: Closet Confessions
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance Novella
Release Date: September 8, 2015
This version includes Bonus Scenes adding an additional ten thousand words to this edition. Closet Confession was previously released in the Night Shift Anthology. 
Dr. Derek Babineaux is intelligent, dedicated, and one of the best ER physicians in the fast-paced world of critical care at Tulane Medical in New Orleans. Always on top of his game, he's thrown off balance when the newest medical staff member finally unleashes his hidden desires. 
Justin Delacroix's job at the inner city's busiest hospital might be just what he needs to ease back into civilian life after a long stint in the military. High-performing shifts make working as a trauma nurse at TMC the perfect way to utilize his skills and quick reaction times. There's only one problem, his attraction for one sexy ER doctor is off the charts, but he has his reasons for not returning Dr. Baby's night shift advances. Or maybe he doesn't.
...

“I’m starting to think you might have a crush on me, Dr. Baby.” His own crooked smile spread, hoping he was getting past the too quiet remark from earlier. He didn’t want Derek to see him that way. 
“Then quit dodging me and let’s play doctor,” Derek growled. Justin could feel Derek’s heated gaze on him, but refused to look his way. 
“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Justin playfully fired right back, like he had every night they’d worked together. Besides, Derek had to know he was such a liar. It took everything in him not to jump the smug doctor right there in the hallway and show him exactly how well he played with others.
“I’m not buying it. Besides, if you don’t want to play with me, then why do I always catch you eye-fucking me?” Derek cockily countered. The doctor grabbed his forearm, stopping Justin in his tracks. Derek turned toward him and their eyes locked in an instant. Justin wondered if Derek could hear his heart pounding against his chest as he held his challenging gaze. 
This was new to the game.
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com