Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Bound by Cotton by Patrick Khayler

 
Bound By Cotton

Contains a character introduced in The Present and featured in Valentine Dreams
Becky’s Valentine Dreams left her with a longing for the supernatural and as another holiday approaches, she’s ripe for another sexual adventure. Museum curator Peter isn’t what she’d expected but, then again, trying to fathom the wants of unearthly beings is complicated at best. His tastes are far more exotic than she’s used to and may just be more extreme than she can handle. Her mysterious new lover can fulfill her every lust-filled fantasy, force her to her knees with a look, have her wet and writhing with a touch and leave her aching for the explosive release only he can bring.
Unimaginable desires tease just beyond her reach, unimagined pleasures tempered by pain, a lifetime of learning in a single night—but first Becky must learn to submit.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
A contemporary BDSM erotica from Ellora’s Cave

 
An Excerpt From: BOUND BY COTTON
Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
The door closed, plunging her into a darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.
“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in reply. “You’ve already begun.”
She tasted his lips. A soft, moist press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther, cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.
Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as long as he slid his cock into her.
With a gentle nip against her shoulder, he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could only feel.
His strong hands cupped her face, turning her chin upward to kiss her lips again. He leaned into her, compressing her breasts against his chest. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled sweetly and bared her throat to his tongue. His free hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist before raising it above her head and forcing it against the steel frame. She didn’t struggle. She had no desire to escape, only to yield.
His hand released her hair, brushing her cheek before it slid down her other arm. She felt his hot breath on her ear as he lifted her other wrist above her head to join the first.
“Are you mine?” he asked, his tone low.
She barely managed to find a single word. “Yes.”
His tongue lapped her earlobe. She tried to push her hips against him but his pelvis ground hard, holding her in place. He shifted his grip, holding both her wrists in a single hand.
“I can smell your arousal. The scent of beauty.” His voice had become heated passion.
He stepped slightly, opening space between them but refusing to release her hands. She opened her eyes to see him but a dark outline was all he’d become. His fingertip touched her lips and she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly. A promise to yield. She released the suction with regret, allowing his finger to resume its downward pull. Her chin. Her throat. Her chest. He cupped her breast and slid lower. She gasped and urged her hips forward.
“I will make you my masterpiece.” His hand found the hem of her dress, pulling upward. “Are you willing to learn?”
“I am.” Her resistance had faded long ago. She wanted him inside her. Nothing less would quench her need.

Valentine Dreams
Patrick Khayler

Assistant Principal Becky moved to Houston for a new start but as Valentine's Day approaches, she can only think about the couple she left behind and that life-changing night they allowed her to share. So when a breathtaking woman suddenly appears and melts Becky’s panties with just one hot look, newly awakened Becky can't wait for what their next encounter might bring. Hiding her desire to be with another woman is hard enough but dodging her work duties to be with the mysterious, almost unearthly, object of her desire might just end her career. The enchantress promises Becky a Valentine's Day she’ll never forget but first Becky has to be brave enough to seek out Valentine Dreams of limitless pleasure.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
An erotica romance from Ellora’s Cave

 
An Excerpt From: VALENTINE DREAMS
Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Becky could actually hear her own heart pounding. The air seemed to move as the woman spoke. Every hair on Becky’s body felt lifted and pulled at the same time, as if the visitor’s presence alone had become a palpable touch. Ethereal fingertips brushed across her neck before dancing down her spine in an indescribable bouquet of sensation. Warmth expanded in her chest, rushing toward her abdomen before leaping across each of her toes.
What’s happening to me?
Becky watched the woman levitate herself into the chair only a few inches from her own, the same perfect posture pressing her breasts outward and hinting at the nipples below. The overpoweringly seductive scent. The woman’s knees touched and turned inward, letting the fabric of her dress brush against Becky’s. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hand, staring with what could only be described as rapt fascination.
“I’m Valentine,” the woman said.
Becky licked her lips, nerves frayed. She didn’t want to move her legs farther away but she wasn’t quite ready to move them closer either. “Like the day?” Her flush deepened. How could I say something so stupid?
Valentine smiled sweetly before setting her palm on Becky’s twitching knee, immediately calming it. “Exactly like the day. As in four days from now.”
Her hand felt wonderful. So warm. So close. “I’m Becky. I can’t say Valentine’s Day is one of my favorites.”
Valentine pushed out her lower lip and tilted her head in a pout. Her hand moved gently from Becky’s knee to her thigh and back down again. “Well then, I’ll just have to change your opinion of my day, won’t I, Rebecca?”
Becky was wet and horny as hell. She’d only met Valentine minutes before and she was already aching to kiss her beautiful mouth but her eyes were drawn to the small tattoo. Half of the heart was now obscured by the top of Valentine’s dress but Becky couldn’t look away from the voluptuous skin beneath it. She wanted to touch it, draw her finger around the outline until she discovered where the arrow led.
“It’s a birthmark,” Valentine said.
Becky’s gaze leaped back to the luscious smile and insanely green eyes. No. Blue eyes. Dark blue. Infinite dreams. I can’t believe I’m thinking about her breasts! “What? I wasn’t
“That damn word again. You have to be willing to ask for the things you want, Rebecca, or you’re never going to get them.”
Becky inhaled sharply. Lisa had said the same thing. A coincidence. “I was looking at the tattoo—”
“Birthmark,” Valentine interrupted.
Valentine took her elbow off the table and cupped Becky’s knee between her hands. She leaned forward, sliding both hands upward as she moved. Her advance halted with her breasts inches away from Becky’s lips. Her fingers pressed through the fabric of Becky’s dress until Becky could feel them against her damp panties. Becky’s breath caught at the touch as she struggled to keep her legs open.
Valentine’s hot breath whispered in Becky’s ear seductively, “Now you can see it properly. All you had to do was ask.”
Valentine’s dress pulled against the skin only a kiss away. Becky stared at the birthmark. Deep red. Perfectly shaped. The arrow disappeared beneath the fabric, hidden from view. God I want you!
“It points to my hard nipple. But,” her soft lips found Becky’s ear with a gentle kiss, “you’re going to have to ask if you want to see for yourself.”
Before Becky could beg for her permission, the seductress sat up slowly, then stood. She placed a fingernail beneath Becky’s chin and led Becky’s gaze upward until the two of them connected across the intervening space. Her voice was sex without limits. “It’s been a pleasure, Rebecca. I’d like to see more of you. A lot more. If that’s what you want. Wear a smile next time. Panties are optional.”

 
The Present
Patrick Khayler

Lisa and Davis love each other as much as any two people can. With the children gone for a single evening for the first time ever, the couple’s tenth wedding anniversary already promises unbridled pleasure. A chance meeting with recent divorcee Becky leads Lisa to stumble on the opportunity of a lifetime and she realizes she’s found a priceless object both she and Davis have long desired. If she can just acquire this perfect present, a lust-filled erotic fantasy beyond imagining will provide them all with a night they’ll never forget.
An adult contemporary romance from Ellora’s Cave

 
An Excerpt From: BOUND BY COTTON
Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
The door closed, plunging her into a darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.
“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in reply. “You’ve already begun.”
She tasted his lips. A soft, moist press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther, cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.
Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as long as he slid his cock into her.
With a gentle nip against her shoulder, he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could only feel.
His strong hands cupped her face, turning her chin upward to kiss her lips again. He leaned into her, compressing her breasts against his chest. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled sweetly and bared her throat to his tongue. His free hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist before raising it above her head and forcing it against the steel frame. She didn’t struggle. She had no desire to escape, only to yield.
His hand released her hair, brushing her cheek before it slid down her other arm. She felt his hot breath on her ear as he lifted her other wrist above her head to join the first.
“Are you mine?” he asked, his tone low.
She barely managed to find a single word. “Yes.”
His tongue lapped her earlobe. She tried to push her hips against him but his pelvis ground hard, holding her in place. He shifted his grip, holding both her wrists in a single hand.
“I can smell your arousal. The scent of beauty.” His voice had become heated passion.
He stepped slightly, opening space between them but refusing to release her hands. She opened her eyes to see him but a dark outline was all he’d become. His fingertip touched her lips and she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly. A promise to yield. She released the suction with regret, allowing his finger to resume its downward pull. Her chin. Her throat. Her chest. He cupped her breast and slid lower. She gasped and urged her hips forward.
“I will make you my masterpiece.” His hand found the hem of her dress, pulling upward. “Are you willing to learn?”
“I am.” Her resistance had faded long ago. She wanted him inside her. Nothing less would quench her need.
About the Author:
 
Patrick Khayler lives in Texas with his wife of many years and two children. Together, they enjoy active family vacations to exotic locations with diverse outdoor activities such as camping, biking and SCUBA diving. He enjoys reading everything, regardless of genre, in any subject that manages to hold his interest at the time.
In fiction, Patrick enjoys stories with detailed character development. Those few gems in which the author has pulled the reader in so deeply, the reader can no longer determine where their own life ends and the protagonist's begins. Stories where the reader is engrossed the entire time, turning page after page just to find out what happens to themselves. They have lived every moment of each character's background or know others who have. They can actually see themselves acting in the same way and know it is themselves living the fantasy. Hoping it will never end.
Patrick Khayler's first book, The Present, was written as a gift to his wife for her birthday. Written in the erotic romance genre that she enjoys so much, he wanted to compose a story set within the realm of probable while still providing an absolute and total escape from reality. Two people, parents, who love each other completely, actively searching to fulfill their own sexual fantasies... Together.

Where to Find/Follow Patrick Khayler
 Amazon Author Page:
 https://www.amazon.com/Patrick-Khayler/e/B019TNJJ3M/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Author Facebook Pages: 
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 Buy Links:

Bound by Cotton:
https://www.amazon.com/Bound-Cotton-Patrick-Khayler-ebook/dp/B01BZCKXRG/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Valentine Dreams:
https://www.amazon.com/Valentine-Dreams-Patrick-Khayler-ebook/dp/B01ATVGU80/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

The Present:
https://www.amazon.com/Present-Patrick-Khayler-ebook/dp/B019P7UA7G/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Rise (Pre-Order) by Barbara Winkes

RISE

Out September 30th, now available for pre-order:
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Angel. Vampire. Witch. Fairy. Shifter.

For a long time, paranormal beings have lived alongside of humans, and minded their own business. After being mocked, hunted and used for millennia, it’s not in their best interest to get involved in human affairs—yet, these five females can’t turn away from the attacks on the dignity of human women. They have intervened before, but one incident convinces them that the time has come to turn their efforts into a global movement. The tide is finally turning.

 
Excerpt:

Halfway through dinner, the doorbell rang. Cass went to open, startled to see a somber looking Daphne standing in front of her door.
“Hey. I was hoping you had a nice bloody steak for dinner and could share.”
“Didn’t you have your share today?”
“Can I please come in?” Daphne asked, and Cass stepped aside.
“Avery has a friend over,” she said.
Daphne gave her a wry grin. “You want me to come in through the backdoor? Too scary for the kids? I need to talk to you.”
“Don’t be silly. You don’t need to sneak around. I just don’t know what we could talk about. What’s done is done, and judging from what these men have done, no one will miss them. Rafi will read you the riot act, and we move on. By the way, I don’t have steak, but I made burgers from scratch. You want some?”
Daphne shook her head. “I’ll take a drink.”
“All right. Come on in.”
Avery had seen Daphne before, but Carly’s eyes widened at the sight of the woman all dressed in black leather, including the high-heeled boots. She whispered something to Avery that made Cass smile.
Is she a witch?”
No, silly,” Avery returned.
Carly was a nice girl, but apparently she had no idea how to recognize paranormals, being off by a whole species. Of course, any witch or vampire she might be aware of came from fiction, and they didn’t look like Daphne. Carly might sense something different about her, but like all humans, she didn’t know what to make of it. Would she be frightened to come here if she knew?
Cass served ice cream with sprinkles and chocolate sauce to the girls, and, seeing Daphne’s longing gaze, filled another bowl for her. She didn’t claim to understand all of Daphne’s cravings.
Daphne sat on the barstool at the peninsula, and Cass poured a glass of red wine for both of them. They waited until the girls were done with their meal and went up to Avery’s room to play before tackling the more difficult subjects of the day.
“It wasn’t all me,” Daphne said. “I agree with you, no one will miss them, but this wasn’t my idea. We got the tip, we got some friends together quickly and…”
“Things got out of control,” Cass finished. She still couldn’t fathom how she could help in any way, or what Daphne wanted from her for that matter. Absolution? She was the last to be able to give it.
Daphne sighed and finished her glass in one swallow. “There’s something nasty about the blood of people like this. You didn’t see the place. I couldn’t stop any of those who came with me, and I’m not sure I would have. I’m scared though. Madina has sure found out by now.”
Madina knows you.” Come to think of it, she knows you better than Mike knows me, and that’s something I’m quite jealous of.
“Maybe, but her coven…They never liked me to begin with.”
“Why did you do it then?”
Daphne straightened, a dangerous look in her dark eyes that would have alarmed Cass if they weren’t friends—maybe even have triggered a reaction. She almost expected her to show her fangs.
“Did you hear all the news? Some of those bastards turned themselves in today. They are afraid. That’s a good thing in my book.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve been wondering, ever since we started this. You and I are closest in nature, but I don’t know if I can believe in the good in humans. What we saw today is the lowest garbage of mankind you can imagine—they target runaways and vulnerable girls, and they kill them slowly, bit by bit—and this is what they bring out in me and my kind, ravaging beasts. What did ever possess me to think I could have a happily ever after with a cute, too trusting witch?”
What did ever possess me to think I could have a happily ever after with a good and kind human man?
“Talk to her. She’ll understand.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
Cass wordlessly poured more wine. This subject hit too close to home. Frankly, she had nothing to encourage Daphne, as the same subject kept her up at night. Madina, at least, had some idea of what Daphne was capable of, at her best, at her worst. One quarter of human DNA wouldn’t create any sympathy for some of the worst sex offenders in the book, would it? Who could say for sure?
“Then you move on,” she said with a hint of anger she couldn’t suppress. “Come on, you don’t think it’s the last time we’ll face a dilemma like this? Everyone knows what’s at stake, including Madina. We all knew it wouldn’t be easy.”
“Would you move on from all this? Mike, your kid? For the cause?”
“I think you’re feeling sorry for yourself. You know what they did to those girls. There’s nothing human, nothing redeemable about beings like that. Get over it. Everyone else will too. At least you have something to fall back on if all of this blows.”
“Yeah. Maybe.” Daphne looked thoughtful, perhaps understanding that Cass had her own issues to deal with when it came to the specifics of this new arrangement. The species their friends belonged to lived in groups. Cass had never met another shifter except her parents. Leopards were suspicious, not prone to bonding easily. She had found something good in her human form, and she was busy trying not to lose it, too busy to be much of a help to her friend.
“I’m sorry,” she offered eventually. “I know this is tough for you, but we all had to make decisions here. Speaking of which, what did your clan leader have to say about this?”
Daphne shrugged. “She generally understands the situation and signed off on our idea—in general. There might be some disciplinary action though. Not because we got rid of some human scum, but because it puts too much of a spotlight on us…I think.”
Cass remembered a discussion she and Mike had once had about the death penalty. Despite all the human cruelties he had witnessed, he was adamantly against it, arguing that killing a human being would put people on the same level as the perpetrator…Cass could understand his point rationally, but the other part of her nature wasn’t quite satisfied with it.
There were no easy answers.
“Go talk to Madina,” she said. “She will understand.”

About the Author:

 
Barbara Winkes writes suspense and romance with female, mostly lesbian characters at the center. Expect high drama and happy endings.

Coming soon: Intrusions (Carpenter/Harding IV)

Blog: Word Affair www.barbarawinkes.blogspot.ca

Books:
Callie & Rebecca: Autumn Leaves, Winter Storm, Spring Fever
Amber Alert
Secrets
The Design of Everything Perfect
The Interpretation of Love and the Truth
Carpenter/Harding thrillers: Indiscretions, Insinuations, Incisions
Jayce & Emma: Halfway Home, Familiar Places, New Rooms





Watch Me Walk Away, Walk Into Me Special by Jill Prand



Special Price until October 3rd!

On sale now for .99 cents and lasting till October 3 of 2016
Book 1: Watch Me Walk Away

Blurb:
At the age of seventeen, Lisa was broken when Bobby left. He was supposed to be her first. First Love. First Time. First Everything. No word for six long years. She moved away from the painful reminders sacrificing her relationship with her best friend Brad. She struggled to rebuild her life.

Now six years later she returns as a strong, successful woman grabbing a job at one of New York’s hottest marketing agencies. She is dating a gorgeous guy with his eyes on a corner office. But it all changes when she sees Bobby again.

Can she risk another heartbreak from Bobby? Will she be able to repair her friendship with Brad? Lisa will have to decide between the man she's with, and the two men that want her.

Who will she be with, and who will she tell to "Watch Me Walk Away?"

Buy Links:
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Book 2: WALK INTO ME

Blurb:
I know I will never get over her. Watching her walk away with him ripped my heart out and left it bleeding on the floor. But I can’t hide anymore. I have to face my life without her. ~ Brad
Brad has been in love with Lisa for as long as he can remember. One night years ago they took each other’s virginity but while it was the best night of Brad’s life, for Lisa it was a way to forget about Bobby. Or was it?
Brad re-emerges right when Lisa needs him most. Only Brad knows everything about her and when Lisa’s insecurities come to the surface the shoulder Lisa needs is Brad’s. Now Brad has to decide if he has it in him to trust his heart.
Buy Links:
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About the Author:
 
Living in Northern New Jersey originally from Long Island, Jill Prand is a wife and mother of two girls. She's been an avid reader all her life, spending Sunday afternoons curled up with a good book. "We had a huge bookshelf in our den when I was a child with a diverse set of authors like Ayn Rand, Stephen King, Mario Puzo & Danielle Steele. I cut my literary teeth on Walter Farley, Judy Blume and SE Hinton before raiding my parent’s library." Jill is currently working on the Walking Series as well as a standalone novel. She loves to hear from readers.
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The Nymph’s Oath Series by Authoress Laurell Emily Grey



BOOK ONE: BLURB
The Nymph’s Oath, curse or blessing?
A yearly ritual where all nymph kind will go into heat, sending their sexual hormones into overdrive, but there’s a catch. If the females are not mated by the time they reach the age of thirty, they die tragically.
For years, Rose has been dreaming the same intimate dream with two men, only to wake up alone. Time is running out for her as the Oath quickly approaches, a death sentence reigning above her head.
Two men on a mission. Trent and Kraven are so close to finding their mate they can almost taste her. But will they be able to claim the woman that they were destined to be mated with?
Or will it all be in vain...
A lost cause. 


BOOK TWO: BLURB

That damn woman. Zeus, the womanizing Greek God has a peculiar mission up his sleeve. Determined to convince a stubborn headed nymph to rethink her options but he can't do it alone.
Jade, the high-spirited dancing nymph, finds herself on one hell of an assignment. And with the Oath so powerful, she will find herself locked into a mesmerizing trance as she dances erotically with her dragons.
Walter and Lynn, two of the sexiest bachelors on the island of Mana, and the owners of The Dragon's Playground, never expected to settle down with a woman. And now that she's here, the men can already feel their world crumbling down.
But there's a darkness brewing underneath.
Another plan that's left to be seen.
The true question is, how far will we allow our minds to expand? Will we open up our minds to see what is beyond the norm. Seeking the pleasures that we were all taught to be wrong.
Are they really wrong... 


 BOOK THREE: BLURB

It's a good thing that Helena is wearing her fireproof boots because The Nymph's Oath is back and things are about to heat up quickly. Zeus of course, has put the special fire nymph on an important assignment. And when she meets her partners, she swears her body feels like it's engulfed in flames.
James and Nicholas, the Sabertooth tiger shifters, or as most people know them as the famous tag team wrestling champions, prepare for their last fight in the ring. What little they do know is that not only will they finally meet their mate. The men will soon find themselves fighting in their biggest battle with the life of their mate as well as their own at stake.
And then there is Hades. The magnificent God of the Underworld, Lord of the dead, and ruler of all that evil. The God not only stands up to the plate and fights, but he too will find himself right in the middle of The Nymph's Oath. And there is nothing he can do about it.
Hera is up to her tricks all over again, but who will she have in mind to free from The Prison of the Damned this time?
This Novella is Book Three from The Nymph's Oath series. Warning: It contains adult content, hot sex and mild BDSM themes so only check it out if you are ready to get very, very hot.


BOOK FOUR: BLURB

It's the fucking end of the world.
She’s never been with two men, much less in a relationship that lasted without accidentally murdering the poor souls. Alyssa, the curvy singing nymph sister with vocals that can kill, finds herself partnered up with two hunky demigods Caspian and Zaire.
Black sheep of the family finally getting a chance to save the world and make it into the history books? Hell yeah, bring it. What the men didn’t expect was finding their mate. And damn she’s got some attitude. Not like that matters. The men are ambitious to put her sassy behind where it belongs, up close and personal. Despite the circumstances, the men will claim and fight for the nymph that belongs to them. And good heavens, these men sexy. Hot, sweaty, and oh so very naughty.
They know exactly what it takes to please this bratty nymph.
The grounds are trembling.
A battle is brewing.
And the gods are fleeing from the terror that is quickly approaching.
What is to come of Alyssa and her men are yet to be seen.
But what is to come for Zeus and Emily?
And what does Hera have planned up her sleeve this time?
Side note: If you are ready for hot erotic, panty-dropping sex with steamy menage scenes, this is the book for you. Adult language, violence and blood are also within this book.
It is the end of the world, after all.
*****
Buy Links:
The Nymph’s Oath Book One http://smarturl.it/TheNymphsOath1

The Nymph’s Oath Book Two http://smarturl.it/TheNymphsOath2

The Nymph’s Oath Book Three http://smarturl.it/TheNymphsOath3

The Nymph’s Oath Book Four http://smarturl.it/TheNymphsOath4

The Nymph’s Oath Series (4 books). http://smarturl.it/TheNymphsOathSeries



About the Author:
Laurell Emily Grey is a stay at home Mom, wife, and good girl but when she has time for herself, she loves to write sexy paranormal erotic stories! She creates worlds for readers to open up their minds, taking them places where some have only dreamed about. Steamy, hardcore and wickedly delicious stories that will leave the reader panting for more..
Laurell lives in Arkansas with her hubby and their four kids. They are her world and keep her going nonstop. She also loves rock music, knee high boots, mocha, and getting dolled up, even if it means going out to Walmart. hehe
Come by and visit her, she loves to meet new readers!! 


Where to follow Laurell Emily Gray,

Stefan of Caeli by Aurrora St. James



 Purchase: http://bit.ly/StefanofCaeli (on sale through 9/24/2016!)

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Scraping, like something hard dragging against metal, woke Isabela. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the rock ceiling and dirt floor of her cell. She felt a cool chill on her face, but the rest of her body was deliciously warm, and she was loath to move. She looked down and discovered the reason for her warmth was the blanket tucked around her. Isabela smiled. Her last memory before finding a healing sleep was of Stefan spreading his blanket over her. Holding her through the bars to share his heat.

She closed her eyes, savoring the memory. That muscular forearm draped over her stomach, so close to her breasts. Through her pain, she’d wanted him to slide that hand higher, but still accepted the warmth and comfort he offered. Instead, it touched a part in her heart that she hadn’t known existed.

Isabela’s breath caught as the thought fully formed. No! She couldn’t fall for him. His kindness to her after her pain couldn’t affect her reason for being here. That kiss! Oh goddess, that kiss which had torn apart her soul and put it back together again, forming a new Isabela, couldn’t happen again. Stefan made her forget her goal. Something drew her to him fiercely and she had to push that away. Push him away when the very thought of his kiss made her head swim and her body burn with desire.

Isabela took a deep breath and let it out. Stefan was simply a strikingly handsome, honorable man. One among many. Once she was Keeper and mated to Valko, she would forget him. Ignoring the sharp pain in her heart at the thought, she solidified her purpose. She had to gain her father’s respect. She ached to talk with her father as they once did. To see him smile at her. To be noticed by him. Only by befriending Stefan and learning his secrets could she do so. She hadn’t lied when she said she wanted to know him.

She opened her eyes as the scraping sound echoed through the chamber, drawing her from her thoughts. What was that? She took stock of her surroundings once more. The cell smelled faintly of earth and rabbit stew, making her stomach ache.
Isabela huffed. Everything ached, if she were honest. The healing sleep healed her wounds and broken bones, but the pain had yet to fade. Once Andrei took her to the next chamber, she’d reminded him that he wasn’t to treat her as a fellow member of the Guard.

A mistake.

Andrei had grinned in wicked delight and punched her with all the force of his dragon. He beat her with abandon, all the while telling her that a woman didn’t belong in the Guard. She should be at home with other women, finding a mate. That angered her as nothing else could and she swore at him, calling him every name she could think of. The hours that followed were filled with pain and anger as she and Andrei faced off. 

Isabela turned to her back, feeling soreness in her arms and legs. She never should have provoked him as she did. He would be no less easy on her from now on.

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.

She lifted her head. What was that sound? Isabela searched the dim chamber until she found Stefan. He crouched before his cell door, his hand at the lock. The noise seemed to come from him.

Gingerly, she sat up and pushed the heavy fall of dark hair out of her eyes.

“Stefan?”

He glanced at her, shadows lingering in his green eyes. “’Tis good to see you awake.”

She nodded. “What are you doing?” Peering closer at his hand, she thought she saw something shiny and black. Her mind scrambled, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Her brow furrowed. It looked like... but no, that was impossible. “Stefan?”

Stefan cocked a silky, dark eyebrow at her. “You don’t plan to spend the rest of your days here, correct?”

“No, but...” How could he have a claw coming from just one finger? A claw that looked like a dragon’s talon. Impossible, but she was sure... no one could shift just part of themselves. Could they? What was Stefan?

She opened her mouth to ask. To demand an answer for what she was seeing.

“I will get us out, and you will take us through the passage you used the night you brought me bread. I will take you from this place to somewhere safe,” he said.

His deliciously dark voice rumbled in the small cavern, washing over Isabela. She shivered, the resolve she held moments ago to push him away sliding off her like water.

He glanced her way, and Isabela sucked in a breath. The heated look he gave her sent warmth pooling in her lower abdomen. His eyes skimmed from her lips down to her breasts, lingering. Her nipples tightened and her blood heated to molten levels.

“Somewhere we can recuperate, rest,” he said.

It was clear that “rest” meant something else entirely to the handsome warrior than it did to her.

Dear goddess, he was potent. Every cut muscle of his body called to her like a songbird. Beckoned her to explore him, learn him as a woman would.

“Yes,” she said, licking her lips.

Stefan stood and stalked to her, his eyes locked on her mouth and burning with lust. He crouched before her. “Yes,” he said, his dark voice husky. Taking her hand in one of his, he tugged her forward until their lips were a breath apart. “You will spend time in my bed.”

“What makes you think I want to?” she asked, trembling as her lips brushed his with her words. She couldn’t resist teasing the dark, sexy man. Especially as it kept her mind off a path she was afraid to look down. In seventy-eight years, most of which were spent training and working alongside the men of the Guard, no one had drawn her interest or passions. Stefan changed all of that. It frightened her.

His lips tugged up as he closed the scant space between them and nipped her lip, then licked away the sting. “You can’t resist me.”

Isabela laughed. She couldn’t help it. “You think you’re that irresistible?”

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Isabela got the full, sexy smile she’d wanted from Stefan. His teeth were straight and white, and those full lips spread and curved. His eyes twinkled devilishly and he winked at her. “Just try to resist,” he whispered.


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He Searches for Answers…
Dragon shifter Stefan Baudin’s future depends solely on answers from the past. As a boy, his mother willingly walked out of his life, escorted by a small contingent of unknown soldiers. Over a century has passed and the hole in his heart has never filled. Now a hundred questions entwine with the mystery…but the journey will lead him into dangers he never expected and to a woman who enthralls him as no other.

She Searches for Approval…
Isabela Florin is the only female in the Caeli Guard. She has fought her way up the ranks, determined to be the best. In so doing, she hopes to recapture the attention and respect of her parents—even if it means spying on the one man who awakens her desires. However, the commander of her kingdom has other plans for her: Marriage, so he can steal her magic and become the most powerful ruler of their time.

Together, Can They Find Happiness Before Death Finds Them?
When Stefan and Isabela meet, neither want to admit the attraction brewing between them. But as they work together to defeat the evil surrounding the kingdom and to find the answers Stefan seeks, passion boils to the surface until they are forced to make a choice: die together or sacrifice their happiness for the chance to live. In the midst of betrayal and civil unrest, will the lovers be consumed? Or will love, in fact, conquer all?
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 Aurrora St. James is the author of sexy, paranormal romances. Her second book, Gavril of Aquina received Honorable Mention for the 2015 RONE award for best fantasy/sci-fi romance.

She has loved ghosts, graveyards, curses, gypsies, magic, vampires, and haunted houses for as long as she can remember. Not to mention archaeology, pirates, lost treasure, lost lands, and pretty much anything paranormal.

As she got older, she started reading her mom’s romance novels and developed a love for the happily ever after they promised, sexy heroes and the heroines who always got into too much trouble. Soon all of her daydreams centered around a boy, a girl, and an adventure. From there it was only natural to write those daydreams down and watch the stories unfold. Now she loves to incorporate all that magic and mayhem into a story where love can overcome anything.

She currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, co-dependent dog, and attached at the hip cat.

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