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Tamed

New Adult MC Romance

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“Sometimes the biggest risk a heart can take, is giving love a second chance.”
Quill and Jasmine are back to win your hearts.

After catching Quill in bed with Club Whore Jess, Jasmine has given up on love and the idea of a future with Quill. She wants nothing to do with him or his club, and will do anything not to see that man again. But with her best friend Luisa, dating Hawke, the VP of the Blood Brothers MC, running into Quill is inevitable.

He hurt her, he betrayed her and he lied to her, yet her body still craves his. She may want nothing to do with him, but she can’t fight the connection that they have.
Quill’s life is in turmoil. After getting his life back on track and cutting all ties with his old man, he ruins the only relationship that he’s ever had by hurting the only woman that he has ever loved. Jasmine Marques. Quill’s control is challenged when he agrees to give her time by promising his VP not to contact her. But patience doesn’t come easily to Quill, and when he sees her with another man he decides to take matters into his own hands. She may think they’re over but he won’t give up. He loves her, he wants her and he will prove it to her.

With new threats arising to his club and his woman, Quill is torn between his loyalty towards his brothers and Jasmine.

Will Jasmine and Quill get their happily ever after? and can Jasmine look past Quill’s betrayal and forgive him?
**WARNING**
This novel contains explicit language, sex, drugs, violence, and sexual situations that some might find offensive. This book is intended for adults 18+ years of age. It is recommended that you read Book #1 Tame Me prior to Tamed

 

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J.A. COLLARD lives in Melbourne Australia and is a busy mum by day and a saucy writer by night. She married her high school sweet heart and they have two children. J.A. Collard writes MC Erotic Romance and her first book in the Blood Brothers MC Series was published in October 2016 titled Tame Me. Her second book, Tamed, was published in February 2017 reaching number one on various platforms. Her third book, titled Taming Hawke is being released on the 15th of July 2017. She has plans to give all her bikers their own stories but she is also working on other projects.

As a child, she always had a passion for reading and that continued through to her adult years. It had always been a dream for her to write her own story, but all that was, was a dream. So one day with the kids tucked away in bed and her hubby left to his own devices, she decided to open up her laptop and make her dream a reality. Her characters had finally been given a chance to be in their own story. When not writing, J.A. Collard enjoys reading, dancing and spending time with her family and friends. J.A. Collard would love to hear from you, so please contact her through the following links.

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Tame Me

New Adult MC Romance

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“I will give you time, Jasmine, but I’m not a patient man, believe me when I say I will make you mine in every way, it’s only just a matter of time…”

Quill Owen wasn’t looking for love, but when innocent and beautiful Jasmine Marques turns up to his father’s hotel, he finds that he cannot ignore the unfamiliar feeling that’s burning within.

As an ex-marine and current president of the Blood Brothers MC, Quill has obligations to uphold; never did he image that one woman whose feisty personality and sexy as hell body would turn his world upside down.

He wanted her and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Jasmine Marques doesn’t understand the pull she feels towards the bad boy biker, Quill Owen.

But she knows it’s unlike anything she has ever felt before and it doesn’t help that he’s hot as hell!

She tries to ignore her bodies’ response to him, but Quill and fate have other plans for her.

Will Jasmine submit to Quill’s desires?

And if she does, how will they survive their pasts?

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As a child, she always had a passion for reading and that continued through to her adult years. It had always been a dream for her to write her own story, but all that was, was a dream. So one day with the kids tucked away in bed and her hubby left to his own devices, she decided to open up her laptop and make her dream a reality. Her characters had finally been given a chance to be in their own story. When not writing, J.A. Collard enjoys reading, dancing and spending time with her family and friends. J.A. Collard would love to hear from you, so please contact her through the following links.

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Shattered


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Genre: Contemporary Romance
 


In life, you always learn one important lesson you’ll never forget.
 
For me, it was to never have hopes and dreams. They could shatter into a million pieces in a matter of seconds.
 
I’d lived by that one rule my entire life, until the day Harper and her little boy moved in next door. One look into her guarded eyes and a flame of hope was lit. Little did I know; her green eyes held more pain than my heart did.
 
Breaking through the fortified walls she’d erected around hers would cause me more agony than I’d ever imagined possible.
 
I didn’t know if two broken and bruised individuals could come together and create something beautiful out of nothing but shattered pieces.
 
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Professor Hot Pants

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Author: Ember-Raine Winters

Publisher: Ember-Raine Winters

Cover Artist: Heather Bryant

Genre/s: M/M Student Teacher Taboo

Length: 50 000 words/200 pages

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Ryan

My mom always told me that I was better than random hookups but she was a drug addict, what did she know. Sex fulfilled a need in me. I’m not your average college student, but like many students I have one professor I fantasize about. Professor Marks is a great big no-no in the hookup department, so why can’t I stay away?

Philip

I’m a professor of psychology at the University. Being in my position, it was necessary to keep him at a distance. But, he’s slowly becoming an obsession of mine, the sexual tension between us is stifling. Now, we are expected to work together when all I want to do is bend his ass over the table. How will I be able to keep my hands to myself?

Can an unexpected ally bring these two people together and teach them the meaning of family?

Excerpt

I was shocked when he opened it and I got my first good look at him in more than a week. His dark hair was sticking up all over the place, there were bruise-like circles under his eyes, and it looked as though he’d lost ten pounds. He looked like hell.

“Professor Marks? Uh, what’re you doing here?” He eyed me warily, as he probably should, since showing up at his dorm room was unprofessional at best, stalkerish at worst.

I cleared my throat. If I was going to do this, I’d come off as professional and courteous as possible. “I haven’t seen you in class in over a week.” Looking down at him, I confessed, “Sissy told me what happened. I’m here to talk.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need to talk.” He started to close the door but my hand shot out and grabbed it.

“Sissy is worried about you,” I said softly, trying to conceal the hope in my eyes at wanting him to confide in me. “I can be a really great listener.” He paused, then nodded his head and opened the door wider to allow me entry.

“I don’t know why she worries. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to hurt myself. I’m just grieving. My mom was the only family I had, well, I have my half-sister, but she has her own life and we were never super close.” He kicked some clothes out of the way and sat down on his bed, leaning up against the cement block wall that was covered in posters. “My sister was raised by her grandma and she’s seven years older than me. Mom always felt bad about them taking Court away, so she did everything in her power to make sure the same didn’t happen to me.”

He twisted around, dropping his feet to the floor buried his face in his hands as quiet sobs racked his body. I dragged the desk chair over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him by the edge of the bed. Our knees brushed briefly and I sucked in a lungful of air before moving back a fraction. My hand came down on his knee and I squeezed. “It’s good to grieve for your loss, but would your mom want you to sit here alone, wallowing in that grief?” He looked up at me with red rimmed eyes. “Absolutely not. She’d want you to live. I’m aware of your scholarship, if your grades slip they could take that from you, Ryan.”

“Yeah,” he said attempting to take a few deep breaths and pull himself together. “It just hurts so fucking bad knowing that I wasn’t enough of a reason for her to get herself clean. I know it was a disease taking her life, but honestly, I don’t give a fuck about that at the moment.” His anger was palpable and well deserved, but it’d been a week of him holing himself up in this room alone, suffering alone.

“I know this sounds contrite, and while this is painful, it will get easier. As you progress through your degree—and you will, Ryan, make no mistake—you’ll understand more of the anatomy of an alcoholic and drug addict. It may not be of comfort to you now, but eventually you’ll learn to forgive her.”

Anger flashed in his eyes as he jumped off the bed, pushing me back, and screamed the most guttural heartbreaking sound I’d ever heard in my life.

“I don’t want to forgive her! She left me. That’s the one thing she always promised she wouldn’t do.” He slammed his hand down on his desk. The container full of pencils fell over scattering across the floor. “I did everything for her. I work two jobs so she has a place to stay and a phone to call me. I put food in her fridge every week. Yet, she couldn’t even keep the one promise she made to me.” His hands were braced on the desk, his head slumped forward, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him; it was like the dam burst inside of him. He turned around, then buried his face in the crook of my neck as loud racking sobs tore through his body.

I knew what I’d said was the truth about him eventually forgiving her, but he was still so raw there was no way he’d be able to accept anything until he passed through the overwhelming sadness and anger. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m not judging you, Ryan. If you need to cry, do it. If you need to get angry and throw things, I’ll sit quietly and watch that you don’t hurt yourself. The one thing you aren’t is alone.” I rubbed his back soothingly before I realized what I was doing. Ryan must have gotten the same weird tension because he sniffled before taking a step back.

“Thank y-you,” he stammered. “I’m okay now.”

“Right.” I cleared my throat, shifting from foot to foot, taking a step back from him, now completely uncomfortable with the tension radiating from him. “I, uh, brought the work you missed the last week.” Walking back over to the front door, I grabbed my satchel and dug around for the packet of papers I’d printed for him. He took a few hesitant steps forward and our fingers brushed as I handed him the assignment. A spark of electricity sizzled up my arm and I drew my arm back quickly.

“I’ll be in class Monday with all of this done.” His eyes refused to meet mine.

“My personal cell number is on that card in case you need to talk.”

“Is that… allowed?” He finally looked up.

“Look, Ryan, I’m just a professor making sure that a student is okay. It’s my responsibility, not only as a teacher here, but knowing what had happened, it’s the right thing to do.” I shrugged casually.

“None of my other professors have come to my dorm offering to talk or leaving me their phone numbers.” He pointed out with a lifted eyebrow.

“Look, use the number, or don’t. I don’t really care. I was just offering my help if you need it.” So what if I was a bit righteous in defending myself? He was acting as though I had ulterior motives—and as much as there was something about him, the person before me was in pain, and I’d never cross that line of causing someone more.

“Are you sure that’s all it is, Professor Marks?” Ryan took an aggressive step toward me, his hands balled into fists at his sides, crumpling the papers I gave him.

My jaw clenched tight as I ground out, “Positive, I’ll see you in class on Monday, Ryan,” then I hightailed it out the door, Ryan’s soft chuckle following me.

Shit. What was I thinking going in there?

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Ember-Raine Winters lives in sunny California with her two beautiful kids and a wolf. Also known as Apache her pure white Siberian Husky. She loves writing romance and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. And, football! She loves watching football and going to games. It’s one of her favorite ways to unwind. She dislikes the super-hot temperatures in her city and exercise. She hates to exercise but somehow her sister still gets her to do it every day. She also thinks it’s completely awkward talking about herself in third person. Ember loves connecting with readers so don’t be afraid to stalk her and drop her a line on social media.

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Once Upon a Time…

ONCE UPON A TIME…

by A.L. Simpson

Genre: NA Military Romance

A high school graduate.

A Special Forces Operative.

Friends their whole lives.

Or, were they?

PIPER

Once upon a time……

It’s how every fairy-tale begins or, almost every fairy-tale.

My tale begins on the night of my prom, but would I capture my prince?

Would I have the happily ever after?

Chapter One

PIPER

Once upon a time……

It’s how every fairy-tale begins or, almost every fairy-tale.

My tale begins on the night of my prom, but would I capture my prince?

Would I have the happily ever after?

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Everyone expected us to attend my prom together. As a couple. Dalton and I have shared everything in our lives. The good times and the bad—the cuts, scrapes, bruises and broken hearts. Throughout everything, we’ve been there for each other. But no, we are not attending the prom as a couple. We will be there, hand in hand, as best friends.

We’ve known each other since I was born – Dalton was four years old. Our parents are best friends, both of our fathers serve in the Navy and have been posted to the same places together. So, we’ve always been neighbors. Dalton and his older brother, Mitchell, my protectors. Where Mitchell is my knight in shining armor, Dalton is my prince.

I can’t wait to see him. Much to our father’s dismay, Dalton joined the Army – Special Forces and has been posted out of Fort Bragg for the past three years. It’s been almost a year since he was last home. He promised to take leave for my prom and he kept his word, like he always does. He flew in late last night.

Turning to the mirror, I check myself one final time. My gorgeous dress was carefully selected because the deep blue matches my eyes. The strapless bodice is lacy and dotted with sequins. The plain silk skirt flares ever so slightly over my hips and falls to my knees. My stiletto-heeled shoes afford me some much-needed height and I pray I can manage to stay upright in the damn things. My cornsilk blonde hair is swept up at the sides with sparkly clips while tendrils of loose curls have been left to dance over my face.

I twist from one side to the other in an effort to capture every angle. Does my ass look enormous? Why don’t I have more than bee stings for breasts? I sigh deeply. There is nothing more I can do; Dalton will be here in ten minutes. There is no time to change into anything else. Not to mention, I have nothing else suitable.

My mother’s voice floats up the stairs. “Piper, Dalton has arrived.”

“Coming.” I swipe on a final lick of lipstick, gather a wrap in case it becomes cool and leave my room. My descent down the stairs is calculated and slow. The last thing I need is to faceplant at Dalton’s feet.

Dalton whistles and I feel my face heat. He’s never seen me dressed so formally before, I was ill on the day of his prom and like the good friend he is, he’d refused to attend without me. On occasion, I’ve worn dresses, but mostly jeans and a shirt fit the bill. I guess you would say I’m a tomboy.

My date offers his hand as I reach the bottom and I slip mine into his. I laugh as he twirls me around. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. Where have you been hiding?” He kisses my cheek—a chaste, brotherly kiss.

“Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.” Dalton is mind-blowingly sexy in his tux. Tall at more than six and a half feet, he dwarfs me even in my stilettos. Without them, I don’t reach his shoulders. Our height difference is hilarious.

As I take him in, I notice his shoulders have become broader in the past couple of years. His waist is narrow, hips are slim. His body is a testament to his daily workouts and sensible diet; he carries not one ounce of extra fat. He says he has to be fit and strong to be part of the Special Forces.

He tugs at his tie. “I’m glad you approve. I have something for you.”

Dalton holds a clear box toward me. A gorgeous purple orchid with glossy green leaves is inside. I open the top and remove it at the same moment mother and father step into the foyer. My mother leans over my shoulder as Dad shakes Dalton’s hand. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart. Would you like me to pin it on?”

I glance at Dalton and see the disappointment in his eyes, but I don’t understand why. I turn back to Mom. “Dalton will pin it on. After all, it’s his gift to me.”

My dad glares at me and I try not to giggle. I know exactly what he’s thinking. No man is going to put his hands anywhere near my eighteen-year-old daughter’s breasts. The fact Dalton and I are only best friends means nothing to my dad.

Dalton takes the orchid from my hand and moves closer. His hand trembles slightly as he positions the flower and reaches inside the top of my dress to secure it. His hand brushes my breast and my body responds with a powerful tingling sensation. Our eyes lock and I search for any sign that he felt it too.

“It looks beautiful, sweetheart.” Mom kisses my cheek and then kisses Dalton. “Have fun.”

“Not too much fun,” my dad growls. He moves to peer through the glass at the side of the front door. “The car is here.”

I stand on tiptoe and kiss my father’s cheek as we leave. “I’ll be fine, daddy. Dalton will take care of me like he always does.”

“Peter, stop fussing. Dalton isn’t one of your sailor’s you can order about. Let them leave.” Mom takes dad’s hand and they stand in the doorway watching as we descend the steps and head for the stretch limousine which is parked out in front.

Dalton manoeuvres the driver out of the way and holds onto the door. “Your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He kisses my cheek before I slip onto the soft leather seat. As he closes the door, I fasten my seatbelt and within seconds, the other door opens and he climbs in beside me. After fastening his seatbelt, he gathers my hand into his.

“Excited? This will be our last school function. Probably our last function together with me in the Army and you joining the Navy.”

I tense at Dalton’s words, I’ve been avoiding telling him my plans. “When we arrive, can we find somewhere quiet so we can talk? I have something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been keeping from you.”

Dalton swivels on his seat. I can barely see his face in the darkness, but I know if I could, disappointment would be clear.

“You’ve been hiding something? We never keep secrets from each other. It sounds serious.”

“It is. It’s time you knew and I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

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Nipslip

 

 
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by Gwyn McNamee
 
 
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: A Scandalous Slip Story; Book Two
 
 
 
One nipple. A world of problems.
 
I own the runway. Until my nipple pops out of my dress during New York Fashion Week and it suddenly owns me. Being called a worthless gutter slut by a fuming designer is the least of my problems. My career is swirling around the toilet like the other models’ lunches. Until smoking hot Tate Decker steps in with a crazy idea about how his magazine can maybe salvage my livelihood. 
 
It’s less thank two feet in front of me. Perfect and perky and pink. And the woman it’s attached to looks absolutely horrified. I need to help her, and not just because she’s beautiful and has a perfect rack. Using my position in the industry to expose the volatile nature of our business puts my career in jeopardy in an attempt to save Riley’s I’m willing to risk that, but falling for her isn’t part of the plan.
 
When love and tits are involved …
Things can get slippery.
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Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and two fur babies). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husband’s home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respite from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat.
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Secrets?

SECRETS?

by A.L. Simpson

 

Genre: New Adult LGBT Romance (M/M – Friends to Lovers)

Kyle is a cowboy who has lived on a ranch in the Australian Outback all his life. He is also gay and hasn’t yet found the courage to come out.

Luke’s father owns a prestigious law firm and as the only child and heir, he’s expected to become a lawyer and rule by his father’s side. Problem is, Luke has other ideas and one is to be as far away from his asshole father as possible.

Wendy is the only daughter from a ranching family. She has four brothers, is Kyle’s foreman and best friend, not his lover. So, why she is at his ranch and not at her father’s?

Can Kyle break down the barriers and discover the secrets to help the two people he cares about more than anything else in life?

Can Wendy and Luke learn to trust?

CHAPTER ONE

KYLE

I gathered the reins on Grifter, my majestic black gelding and scanned the horizon one last time before turning toward home. I hoped I’d done enough to prevent the feral cats and foxes from taking down any more of the cattle. Electrifying the boundary fence had been costly and time consuming but, I couldn’t keep Dufus in the barn for the rest of his days and couldn’t risk losing my prized bull. The randy bull produced high quality calves which sold for a small fortune and it was what kept us making good money rather than just scraping by.

I galloped my mount across the open paddocks and felt the strength between my thighs as his muscles rippled and flexed. The horse’s strides were lengthy, he loved to gallop flat out and he ate up the ground in no time. When I slowed to approach the barn, I noticed my foreman, Wendy, talking with someone. Someone who caused my groin to tighten and heart to beat faster. Even with his back to me, I knew who the curly blonde locks belonged to.

His shoulders were much broader than the last time I’d seen him, his hair longer and it lifted in the slight breeze. The jeans he wore were molded over one helluva sexy ass.

Wendy waved when she saw me approach and the man spun around to face me. My heart missed a few beats when he smiled, pressure mounted behind the zipper of the jeans as my cock thickened with interest.

“Luke Kelly.” I barely whispered the words. It had been fifteen years since I’d last seen the man who’d haunted my dreams for more than half of my life. He’d gone off to university in the big smoke to study law and his family had moved away shortly after. I’d assumed Luke would be working in his father’s legal practice in Brisbane. So, what was he doing here? It wasn’t as if we’d ever been friends.

Wendy took the reins I held out and I dismounted. Luke took two long strides toward me, his hand outstretched. I knew it was a mistake the moment our fingers touched. A shudder cannoned through me and I fought to keep my composure as we shook.

“Kyle Walker, been a long time.”

“Luke Kelly. It has been a long time. I guess you’re working with your father, how’s the legal business going? What brings you back here to Clearlea?” More specifically, my ranch.

“Didn’t much like the business of being a lawyer so I joined the police force, worked out of the Gold Coast. I tired of being in the city though, missed being here in the country. I got a promotion to Detective Senior Sargent and requested a transfer here to take charge of your town.”

“Congratulations, but why my place?”

“I heard your dad left the property to you and wanted to come by and say hi. I know we weren’t friends or anything in school but, I always admired your ability to ignore those around you and get on with what you wanted to do.”

“It wasn’t hard to melt into the background when you’re a country geek surrounded by football studs and cheerleaders.”

“We never purposely ignored you, we….”

I waved my hand in the air. “Long time ago, Luke, water under the bridge. You still haven’t answered me though, I find it hard to believe you only came out here to say hello. Was there something you needed?” Me? Please say me. Get your fucking head on the right way, Walker. Football Player. Cop. Straight!

I caught the glance he shot in Wendy’s direction and it hit me. Straight guy remember and Wendy is one gorgeous woman. One very single, straight, gorgeous woman.

“Oh, sorry, you’re here to see Wendy, I’ll leave you to it.”

I stepped away but was stopped in my tracks when Luke’s large hand gripped the top of my arm.

“No, it’s you I need to speak with. I kind of need a favor.”

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