Thursday, August 17, 2017

Promo: Shining Through


Here is your FIRST LOOK at SHINING THROUGH by Elizabeth Harmon. Dirty Dancing meets Olympic figure skating in this sweet and sexy final book in the Red Hot Russians series. Plus enter to #win a $25 Amazon gift card and backlist title!




Shining Through (Red Hot Russians #5) by Elizabeth Harmon
Release Date: October 2, 2017
Publisher: Pronoun/Macmillan
Genres: Romance
Word Count: 80k
Format: Digital & Print

The Biggest Season of her Career…
America’s sweetheart Tabitha Turner is on track to win figure-skating gold in the Winter Games. Her family has sacrificed everything for her career, but the pressure is taking its toll. Burned out and living a lie, can Tabitha let off a little steam without melting the ice?

The Last Chance of His…
Russia’s bad boy of skating Daniil Andreev is determined to prove the toughest thing about him is his competitive fight. When Tabitha tempts him to help her take a secret walk on the wild side, he gives her a taste of the freedom she craves, never expecting that one unforgettable night could turn into something more.

Two Hearts on Thin Ice…
Chicago, Vancouver, Paris… the international figure skating season unfolds. Tabitha and Daniil compete and fall in love, but as the pressure mounts in a make-or-break season, can they set aside their painful pasts and spiral into a shining future together… or will their dreams shatter like thin ice?

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Excerpt 
he propped her chin on her fist, and peered at him, brow furrowed. "Is it true what you said, about not wanting to get tied down, so you can be free to enjoy any woman you want?"
"I’d say it is until I meet the right woman. She could ask me for the moon and stars, and I would happily to give her that and more."
"Including your heart? Your faithfulness?” She scoffed. “That sounds like a line to me.”
“And you sound like a cynic. Why don’t you believe I could be true to the woman I loved?”
“Your reputation precedes you, Bad Boy of Russian figure skating.”
The role-play was starting to crack. “Maybe I’m ready to change.”
"Yeah, right. I’ve heard that song a few times.”
He stilled. “And you’ve been hurt?”
Her gaze hardened. “Never. But I’ve seen it happen to others. Personally, I haven't given anyone the chance."
Something besides skating pressure had given rise to the Ice Queen. And though he was intensely curious as to what that might be, she’d turned back to her drink, savoring every sip as though she’d never have another. When it was gone, she gave him a bright, playful smile. True confessions were over, and the blue-haired fem-bot just wanted to have fun.

About Elizabeth Harmon:

Elizabeth Harmon loves to read and write romances with a dash of different.
A graduate of the University of Illinois, she has worked in advertising, community journalism and as a freelance magazine writer. She feels incredibly blessed to have a career that allows her to spend her days imagining “what if?” and a loving family that keeps her grounded in the real world.  Her debut novel, Pairing Off is a 2016 RITA Award Finalist.
An adventurous cook, vintage home enthusiast, occasional actress, and entry-level figure skater, Elizabeth makes her home in the Midwest, where life is good, but the sports teams aren’t. She loves to hang out on her front porch, or at her favorite local establishments, enjoy good food and wine, and talk writing with anyone who will listen.



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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Promo: Treasured by a Tiger







Despised by his tiger shifter pride as an abomination, Grey has ventured far from home, deep into the bowels of Hell in search of answers about the machinations of Archangel, the mortal hunter organisation who held his twin captive. With no knowledge of the realm, and little skill with the local languages, he quickly finds himself at a dead end—until he crosses paths with a beautiful hellcat female who rouses his darkest most dangerous instincts.

Lyra has been a fool, falling for the charms of a male whose only desire was to make a fast buck by selling her. Shackled and collared, her strength muted by magic, she awaits her time on the stage at a black-market auction, but before it can come, all hell breaks loose and she seizes a chance to escape—and runs straight into a majestic warrior who steals her breath away and tempts her like no other as he battles alone to free everyone.

When Lyra offers her services as a translator to repay Grey for saving her, will he be strong enough to resist the needs she awakens in him and spare himself the pain of her inevitable rejection when she discovers the truth about him? And when the powerful male in charge of the slave ring starts a bloody hunt for Lyra, can she escape another collar and find the courage to trust the tiger who is capturing her heart?





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Someone peered over his shoulder.

A black clawed finger landed on the piece of paper in front of him, close to his. “Here.”

Grey jumped and growled at the male beside him. The warlock. Wizard. Whatever the hell he wanted to be called. He reeked of magic and death.

Even the succubus backed off, her usual bright smile and sultry air turning cold and dark. She said something, and the male said something back at her, a bite in his tone.

“You speak English?” Grey didn’t want to talk to the male, but he wasn’t going to get anywhere speaking with the bartender or anyone else in the joint.

The male didn’t nod.

Not a good sign.

“This is here?” He pointed to the name on the piece of paper again.

The male nodded and looked around. “Here.”

It was a start.

“You speak her tongue?” Grey pointed towards the bartender. “Speak. Her.”

The male frowned, his icy green eyes darkening a shade, and looked at the female, and then back at him. “Yes.”

Getting there.

But the male didn’t really understand him. He couldn’t ask complicated questions and have him relay them to the bartender for her to answer, and the male wouldn’t know the answer to them himself since he was clearly just passing through and using the village as a rest stop.

He needed to boil it down into something the male might understand.

“Mortals. Humans.” It was worth a shot. He pointed to himself. “I’m looking for mortals.”

The male’s eyes lit up. He pointed east. “Mortals.”

Grey looked in that direction. East. The dragon realm and the Devil’s lands were east of here. He slid his blue gaze back to the male, his hackles rising and his animal side growing restless, prowling beneath his skin.

Was the male telling him the truth?

“Mortals?” Grey pointed east, along the length of the bar.

The male nodded and attempted a smile. It came off twisted and disturbing rather than reassuring.

“Definitely?” Because he was starting to get the feeling that the male was trying to get him killed. 

“Because dragons are that way.”

The male shook his head. “No dragons. Mortals.”

Grey pulled the map out of his trouser pocket, spread it across the bar top and jammed a finger against the area Sable had labelled as ‘here be dragons’ and had drawn what he imagined was meant to be a dragon, but it looked more like a snake fighting a spider.

“Dragons.” He tapped the paper.

The warlock shook his head again, his eyes darkening another shade and his thin lips flattening. He jabbed a black claw against a spot west of the dragons, and east of their current location.

“Mortals. There.”

So close?

Was it possible?

“Here?” Grey pointed to the map.

The male looked as if he was going to kill him if he asked again, an inky sort of darkness growing around his pupils to devour the pale green of his irises.

“Okay. Here it is. Got it. Thanks.” Grey bundled up his papers and his backpack in his arms and left before the male could even think about muttering a spell to flay his fur off his body.

He breathed deep as he hit the village square again, shaking off his nerves and the sensation that the male was trying to get him killed. He just smelled of death, that was all it was. It had put Grey on edge.

He looked back at the tavern. Even the succubi had avoided the male. He turned away from the village and headed east, glancing at the male’s tent as he passed it. It was set up a good distance from the rest of the tents and from the huts, placed right against the perimeter wall of the village.

That struck a chord in him.

The warlock had come to the village, but had separated himself from them, was keeping his distance even though he obviously wanted to be around others.

The male had been helpful, but because he had looked different to the others, Grey had found it difficult to trust him. He had judged him on his appearance, and had believed he wanted to kill him because of that. He was no better than the others.

He should have been.

Experience should have taught him something, should have made him react differently to the male, but he had treated him with suspicion, just like the rest.

Just like his pride had treated him.

All because he was different to them.

Gods, he was no better than them.

He hated that.

It weighed him down as he trekked east, following the lead the male had given him.

It took him across the valley basin to the foot of a low mountain range.

He looked along it in both directions, and then at his map. By his calculations, the quickest route would be over the mountains, because the range stretched in both directions for miles. If he tried to go around, it would take him at least another day to reach the destination the warlock had marked for him.

By then, Archangel might have moved on.

He adjusted his pack on his shoulders, huffed and started forwards, picking a path up the gently sloping side of the mountain. He crossed a trail around two hundred metres up and followed it as it wound through the sharp towering rocks and up through tall crevasses that sliced into the black mountain. The trail grew narrow near the top, heading towards a sweeping curve between two peaks.

He brought his pack around to his front and pressed his back against the black rock as he edged sideways along the path, his eyes on the steep drop to jagged rocks below and his heart hammering against his ribs. No damn way he was going to fall. He breathed through the fear, refusing to let it get to him, and looked to his right, focusing on the path instead.

It opened up a short distance ahead.

Relief was quick to sweep through him when his boots hit the wider path and the trail led away from the edge, over the ridge.

Gods, he was tired.

He pulled a cloth from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow, and ran his other hand over his silver hair. He would rest on the other side. This high up the mountain, he was unlikely to run into any wild beasts. He could spare a few minutes to catch his breath and rest his legs. He unhooked the canteen from his pack, took a swig of the tepid water, and capped it and put it back again. He was getting low.

Thorne had warned him not to trust the water in Hell.

Apparently, some of it wasn’t water at all.

Grey didn’t want to know what that meant.

He figured it wouldn’t end well for him and that was enough to have him steering clear of hitting any stream he saw for a refill of his canteen.

He reached the top of the mountain.

His breath caught.

Good gods.

It was as if he could see the entire world.

Or at least all of Hell.

Beyond the valley far below him, steeper mountains rose, forming ridge after ridge into the distance, where the sky glowed bright gold. The Devil’s domain.

Hell was bleak, grim, but had a strange sort of beauty to it from up here.

He started down the mountain, his eyes leaping back to the view whenever they could, drinking it in. 

It was incredible. How big was Hell? He should have looked back in the other direction at the ridge to see if he could figure it out. Maybe he would stop there and drink it all in if he came back this way.

He picked out a spot to rest as he scouted the route ahead of him, a nice flat space just a little over halfway down the mountain and only accessible from one side, giving him some protection.

He was close to it when lights in the valley caught his eye.

He slowed his steps and tracked them as they flickered and danced, a row of flaming gold spots crossing the darkness, heading to his left, deeper into the valley.

Archangel?

He looked in the direction they were heading, and frowned. More lights glowed there. Another village? Or a base of operations for a mortal hunter organisation up to no good?

Thoughts of resting scattered and he marched down the mountain, intent on reaching the valley floor before the people walking towards the settlement reached it. He needed to find out if they were 

Archangel soldiers, and he needed to do it before they joined up with the others. He could handle a few hunters, but not an entire base of operations.

His boots skidded on the loose black shale as he hurried down the mountain, and he fought for balance more than once, attempting a controlled slide that would get him down into the valley quicker than using the paths.

When he hit the valley floor, he paused for breath, his eyes scanning the dimly lit world around him. 

He spotted the torches off to his left, about five hundred metres out from his current position. He drew down a deep breath, held it in his lungs to steady his heart and centre himself and exhaled slowly. His senses sharpened, his animal side rising to the fore, allowing him to see into the darkness ahead of him.

Allowing him to see the people crossing the valley.

Every inch of him stilled.

And then a slow burn started in his blood.

It wasn’t Archangel.

He growled low in his throat at the sight of the large male figures, at the thick chains they gripped, and the captives they dragged along behind them.

It was slave traders.

He caught a flash of the two tiger shifter females he had found huddled naked and terrified in their cages, held against their will by Pyotr, the male Maya had been promised to as a cub.

That burn grew hotter, fiercer, blazing white hot, and he curled his hands into fists, his emerging claws digging into his palms as his tiger side raged, battered his control and pushed him to react, to obey his instincts.

To protect.

No one deserved to be treated that way. No one deserved to be abused, mistreated, held captive and condemned to a life of fear.

He snarled through his fangs.

Dumped his backpack and stripped off his t-shirt.

These bastards were going to pay for what they were doing.









Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Promo + Giveaway: Taming the Lion


Pack bonds are tested in the Shifter Wars as the lion heir must choose between his legacy and his mate.


TAMING THE LION (Shifter Wars Series) by Kerry Adrienne
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2017
Publisher: Carina Press

For Marco, heir to the lions' throne, seizing control of the Cave of Whispers from the bear clan is more than just a quest—it's fulfilling the legacy of his breed. But the latest crusade has left Marco gravely wounded in enemy territory and in the hands of Alicia, healer for the bears. An irresistibly sensuous adversary,

​Alicia presents a serious problem. She carries the scent of a mate.
Drawn to this dominant master of his den, Alicia knows her allegiance has been compromised. His brooding sexuality is testing her defenses, but falling in love with Marco means falling in league with a rival shifter. And turning her back on the bears in a time of war is a lethal move.

Two breeds united by destiny could inspire a peaceful new future for their opposing clans—or ignite the fiercest battle yet and destroy all of Deep Creek forever.

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An excerpt from TAMING THE LION
Copyright © Kerry Adrienne 2017
“Go away.” His voice barely a whisper on the thick summer air. “I’ll kill you.”

Alicia gripped the scalpel. She could slide it across his neck in a flash, and it’d be over. No one would have to know. A mercy killing, of sorts. Though she’d be lying to herself to categorize it as such.

Her grandmother’s words echoed. Alicia was a healer, not a killer.

From the looks of the lion’s shirt, already dark, yet now wet with blood, he might not recover even with her best efforts to save him. The scent of gunpowder and burnt flesh peppered the blood-laden air. The lions had left him to die under a bush in bear territory, shot in the shoulder.

She shook her head and settled to the ground on her knees. “I’m not going anywhere.” The strength of her voice hid her fear, though he might sense it anyway. His scent was that of a strong and confident shifter, even in his current state.

He looked at her.

She blinked, trying to calm the adrenaline rush that shot through her. His eyes, mesmerizing and wide, lured her in, and she couldn’t turn away. Deep green or maybe brown or even both, they were a color she’d never seen and his gaze was magnetic. Her mouth went dry.

He was her sworn enemy. Sexy, but injured.

She glanced to the sky, but didn’t see Grandmother Hawk. Typical. Recently, she’d started leaving Alicia to figure out the moral decisions on her own, trusting that she would make the right one.

Part of the training.

“Shit.” The scalpel had warmed in her hands, and the sun glinted off the blade in a flash of silvery-white. What would her grandmother do? No doubt, she’d help the lion. Maybe she wouldn’t tell the bears, who she was loyal to, but she’d never let a lion die if she could heal him. She’d never intentionally let anyone die on her watch.

“War is for the weak minded,” she’d always said. Alicia was beginning to think she was right. Why couldn’t shifters all get along?

Because the damn lions wanted the bears’ territory. If they’d stayed in their own area, none of the bloodshed would’ve happened. Even though Alicia had heard the stories of the lions and bears and wolves sharing the cave, the actuality felt as foreign as items in an ancient history book. As remote as a fairy tale.

Fantasy.

“Go.” He turned away, but she could still see the strain on his face as he winced.

His black hair, falling to his shoulders, was damp and matted. How early in the battle had he been wounded? He was bound to be dehydrated.

“I’m here to help. Like it or not.” She slid the scalpel into its sheath and back into the pocket of her pack. Her earlier assessment was correct. The lion was no threat at the moment. He could barely move. The rise and fall of his chest showed his respirations were high and labored. Blood loss was nearing the severe level.

He needed help before his body went into shock.

She looked back toward the trail to make sure she was alone. If Griff or Derek found out about him, the lion wouldn’t need help anymore and her time as medic would be over.

She’d worry about that another day. She had a lion to save.

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USA Today bestselling author Kerry Adrienne is repped by Marisa Corvisiero at Corvisiero Literary Agency. Kerry writes in many sub-genres of romance including paranormal, science fiction, erotic, m/m, time travel, and many more.
She loves history, science, music, and art and is the mom to three daughters, many cats, and various other small animals. She loves live music and traveling most anywhere. In addition to being an author, she’s a college instructor, artist, costumer, editor, and bad guitar player. 

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Thursday, August 10, 2017

Review + Giveaway: Tamed by a Tiger

Tamed by a Tiger (Eternal Mates Series #13) by Felicity Heaton
Published: August 5th, 2017

A snow leopard shifter in the prime of his life, the last thing on August’s mind is tying himself to one female. He welcomes a different one to his bed each night, or at least he had until five months ago when he became alpha. The duties and pressures of running his pride have his libido dead on arrival—until a trip to London to discuss business with the former alpha lands him in the path of a beautiful, bewitching tigress who awakens a passion in him that flares white hot and a need of her that consumes his every moment. Promised at birth to a male she has never met, Maya has left her pride behind to go to the tiger alpha who is to be her mate, but she can’t leave without saying goodbye to her older brother, Talon. A stop in London at Underworld to see him one last time turns out far different, and far more dangerous, than how she had imagined it when she sets eyes on an alluring crimson-haired stranger who stirs new, unbidden feelings in her, desires that rouse her fiercest and most frightening instincts and demand she stake a claim on him—her fated mate. Will Maya be strong enough to place her pride and her family’s safety before the desires of her own heart? And will August unravel his feelings for the black-haired beauty before it’s too late and he loses her forever?



Maya is on her way to meet her future husband, respecting her family's wishes for her to marry the leader of another pride. But first, she needs to say goodbye to her brother so she stops at Underworld for one last goodbye. August needs some advice. When he took the tittle of Alpha, he knew the duties but that didn't prepare him for it so he goes into Underworld looking for answers and a little time away. When the two of them meet, everything breaks lose. Maya's insticts get to her and August wants her at first sight. I loved how strong Maya is. While the youngs and most vulnerable in her family, she proves to be a great warrior and leader. She's willing to go and leave her family and everything she's ever known to keep her people safe, even when everything points to her future husband being a cruel and ruthless tiger. What I also really enjoyes was watching her being the stronger of the pair with August, the difference in their species making the tiger in her need no help. Maya can take care of herself and is not only a great warrior, but a good strategist. August is willing to summit and accept that, taking her as his equal and providing whatever she needs. And you get to see Maya's brothers again! Talon makes an appearence, brooding and silent as usual but the reader can see how much he cares for his little sister and jow torn he is over handing her off. Grey is more present here, and the dynamic between him and Maya had me grinning all the time. We get to read and learn more about him and I can't wait to read his story. Tamed by a Tiger has the sexy fast paced romance Felicity Heaton has the reader acostum while bringing a bit of girl power to the pages in a world dominated by strong males. It doesn't add to the world they live in but is a great adition to the series non the less. As always, I can't wait for the next one.

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Felicity Heaton is a New York Times, USA Today and international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too. If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.



        

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Review + Giveaway: Ruck Me



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 Ruck Me (Dublin Rugby #2) BY Rebecca Norinne

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 9, 2017

She flies by the seat of her pants, and he’s a no-nonsense kind of guy. When these two opposites attract ... oh baby, it’s game on!

I’d called Aoife O’Shaughnessy a number of things, but dumb was never one of them. Through all the trouble she’d gotten into over the years, I never once thought she was actually stupid. Until now. Because I just heard her plan to lose her virginity to the biggest a-hole we know.

My first thought? How the f*ck is Aoife still a virgin? The second? Over my dead body.

So I volunteered for the job instead.

It might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t take them back. I didn’t want to. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss the pink-haired sprite I’d known my whole life, to hear her moan my name when she comes.

And I know she’s wondering about me too.

It was only supposed to be sex, but now I’m in deep. I never meant to fall in love with Aoife; this wasn’t supposed to happen. And what came next? Well, neither of us planned on that.



Note: While this is the second book in the Dublin Rugby series, you can read it as a standalone and you won't have any problems understanding the story.

Aoife is a wild child. Always doing crazy things and winging most of her problems. She loves to be a free spirit but she's a still a virgin and she's tired of it so she makes a plan to lose it.
When her oldest friend, Eoin over hears Aoife's plan, he knows he can't let her go along with it so he volunteers for the job.
They end up in a weirder arragement where Eoin has to teach Aoife a few things.

This a sweet love story. Aoife and Eoin have known each other their entire lives. They've been there through everything and most of all, they know their secrets. Eoin knows how much Aoife struggles with her mother, who prefers her brother over everything in the world, and also knows how to push her buttons.

While they feel a bit uncomfortable at first, the chemestry between them is off the charts. Their history making the next step natural and easy for the reader to believe their love, because in a way it was already there under the friendship label.

Eoin had me swooning more than once. While he loves the ladies, he's honest about his intentions with them, and once he realises he wants Aoife, there's nothing to stop him. He determined to make them work. I loved the dimensions the author gave to the characters. Eoin is more than a ladies man a rugby player. He has a level head, he plans his future and his open personality and zero judgement towards the rest of his team mates makes him a great guy.

Aoife is so much more than meets the eye. While she shows this tough charade, she's so vulnerable and scared about her future, her mother and how much she feels she ows her older brother. Sometimes she was too stuburn and you wanted to make her see some sense but the author make it so she came across as loveable characters instead of a whiny one.

Ruck Me is a great friend to lovers story that engages the reader from the beggining. It has a lot of fun moments and drama in the middle to keep a nice pace and some sexy times that will have you looking a rugby guy of your own.

The supporting characters add a nice touch. If you've read the previous books you'll see some of the characters and learn more about them. Trust me, if you haven't read the others you'll definitively want to read the next!




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“How do you like your chances against the Mariners?” Aoife asked, the bed springs creaking under the weight of her climbing under the covers.
“It’s hard to say,” I answered, sneaking past the lads to head to my room. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, I dropped down onto my bed. “Liam’s rotator cuff isn’t getting better with physio so Coach McCarthy is going to bench him until he goes under the knife. That means Paddy’s going to start. Poor kid is scared shitless.”
“Be nice, that was you not too long ago.”
“Yeah, but unlike me, Paddy doesn’t have a huge ego.”
“Oh hush, you’re not so bad.”
“Oh, I promise you I am. I’ve just kept it hidden from you all this time.”
“Come to think of it, you have always been full of yourself,” she joked easily.
“I’d love for you to be full of me.” When Aoife sucked in a startled breath, I realized I’d said that out loud. Shit. “Sorry,” I apologized automatically.
“No you’re not,” she answered, her voice coming through the line sounding like a long, slow drink of good whiskey.
“No,” I agreed, “I’m not.”
I was trying not to push her too hard, but she knew exactly how badly I wanted her. After coming in my pants when she’d given herself an epic, toe-curling orgasm by humping my lap, I’d learned my lesson. Now, whenever I’d be seeing Aoife, I beat off beforehand.
“About that. I’ve been thinking …”
“Yeah?” I asked, my gut clenching with nervous anticipation.
“I’m ready Eoin.”
Holy fucking Christ, thank you baby Jesus in a manger! I screamed in my head as I fought to keep my outward reaction steady. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice growing bold. “I want you inside of me.”
I snaked my hands under the elastic waistband of my joggers and dragged them down past my dick. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked my door on the way in, but it was too late to check. There was no way I was going to ask her to hold that thought while I made sure. If one of the lads walked in while I had my fist wrapped around my cock, that’d teach them to knock the next goddamned time.
“Say that again.” I slowly worked my hand up and down my shaft.
“What?” she asked, her tone teasing.
“Tell me you want me inside of you.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Fuck yes, I’m touching myself. You just told me I get to fuck you soon. It’s a miracle I didn’t come the second you said it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Eoin.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked on a strangled moan.
“Aoife …” I said when she didn’t respond, drawing out her name on an upward stroke. “Please tell me your fingers are playing with your pretty little cunt.”
“Yes, I’m touching myself,” she answered on a light moan. “I can’t stop touching myself.”
“Me either baby,” I agreed, picking up my pace. I trapped the phone between my ear and shoulder and reached down with my other hand to cup my balls and roll them in my hand. “I want you so bad,” I groaned, no shame in my confession.
“I know,” she answered on a shudder. “I can’t wait Eoin.”
“I’m going to make it so good for you, I promise. But before I fuck you with my cock, I’m going to make you come on my mouth. Are you picturing it Aoife—my lips on your clit, my tongue fucking your sweet little pussy?”
Staccato gasps echoed on the other end of the line. “Yes,” was all she managed to say between pants. “Yes, please.”
“That’s it baby, fuck your pretty pussy with your fingers and pretend they’re mine.”
I was getting close, but I wanted Aoife to come first. I always wanted her pleasure to come before mine.
“Oh my god Eoin, I’m coming!” she cried, her orgasm rolling through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted.
Her pleasure was my undoing. My balls constricted and my whole body shuddered just before something like an electric current shot down my spine and I came so hard that I saw stars.
Literal fucking stars. When I came back down from the greatest high I’d ever felt, I heard Aoife laughing into the phone.
“You still there?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Holy shit.”
“I know. It’s never …”
“What?” I asked, pride egging me on. I had a sneaking suspicion what she was going to say because it had been like that for me too.
“I’ve never come that hard before.”
“Me neither,” I answered honestly.
“Shut up, you’re just saying that.”
“I promise you I’m not. That was … shit. Fucking epic, Aoife.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” She chuckled.
“We are going to be so fucking good together, baby.”
“I like that, by the way.”
“What’s that?” I asked, wiping my hand on a towel from my earlier shower.
“That you call me baby. I like it,” she confessed.
I thought about it for a second. I’d never called a girl I was with anything but her name and I had no idea where it had come from. It had just slipped out, kind of how Aoife had just snuck up on me. Even though the endearment wasn’t something I’d consciously decided to use, I found myself smiling. “I like that you like it.”
“Oh shit, Colleen’s calling me to come downstairs,” she suddenly whispered. “I have to go.”
“Sweet dreams baby.”
“You too,” she said, blowing me a loud kiss just before hanging up.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments, pondered the wide grin and happy eyes that stared back. Shit. I didn’t know how it had happened or why, but I was definitely falling for this girl.





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USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes contemporary romance featuring smart and sexy heroines and the men who adore them. When not writing, Rebecca is watching rugby, drinking craft beer, or traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next story. Her favorite foods are popcorn, sushi, and French fries and she’s never met a Kelly Clarkson song she didn’t like. For more information, visit http://www.rebeccanorinne.com.