Tuesday, 30 December 2014

The new year is sneaking up on us, which also means so is my youngest's birthday. He came into this world seven years ago on New Year's Eve the way he intended on living his life, laid back and no stress. So happy birthday to my cheeky sausage. Mum and Dad are very proud of the little man you are.

Now for some other news. My next book is due out in February. When I have more info I will pass it on. Just think about that series I spoke of last month and that might give you some clues. Happy New Year to everyone. I look forward to our continued friendship in 2015.


Sunday, 28 December 2014

Suzette Rose Cauler has come by to say hello today and to share with us a little about book one from her Wolves of River Bend series.

Nikki’s Fated
[Book 1 of the Wolves of River’s Bend series]

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shifters, HEA]

Wolf shifter Nikki Black never expected her love life to mean the difference between lasting peace and all-out war. Especially when her fated, Luke Andres, wants nothing to do with her. Forced to join to prevent bloodshed between their rival clans, Nikki and Luke enjoy a blistering night of passion before facing another complication—Luke’s brother is also Nikki’s destined mate.
Mason Andres is passionate, loving, and sexy, and Nikki falls hard for him, thrilled that he feels the same. She wants the same love-match with Luke, but that’s the one thing Luke can’t risk giving her. Fighting destiny to keep his heart safe from the only woman who can claim it, Luke makes plans that could separate them for good. But when love and passion run soul-deep, fate can overturn even the best-laid plans.

Will Luke admit his love for Nikki before it’s too late, or will his wounded heart destroy the trio’s shot at lasting happiness?
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     “Nikki—” her father began, clearly not getting that she didn’t want to talk to him.
     "Excuse us.” A large hand reached between them to take Nikki’s arm. “They’re playing our song.” It was Luke, and Nikki wouldn’t have been more surprised if one of the guests suddenly sprouted wings and flew away. He was asking to dance with her? Was that a smile she saw? Nikki actually looked to the sky for the lightning that was sure to strike at any minute.
    Warily, she allowed him to lead her onto the temporary dance floor and wrap his arms around her waist.
     He whispered in her ear as he swayed to the slow music, rocking her along with him. “Let’s make it look good.”
     Nikki wrapped her arms around his neck, perplexed but hopeful. Maybe he was going to behave decently toward her now that they were officially joined. “Thank you—for rescuing me over there.”
     “You looked like you needed to get away. And we do have a common enemy. One thing we can both agree on right now is how much we loathe our fathers for this.”
     Nikki shook her head. “Who would have thought it would take mutual anger to bring us together?” She looked up into his gray eyes and the rest of the world just seemed to melt away. She felt every hard line of his body, every muscle, and if she wasn’t mistaken, that was the beginnings of an erection pressing up against her belly. His arms tightened around her and her gaze drifted from his eyes to his full lips and back again, even as her own lips parted in anticipation of his kiss. Maybe the rest of their joining day wouldn’t be so bad, she thought, as he leaned closer, the desire to kiss her clear in his eyes. But then he surprised her by moving toward her ear instead of her lips.
     “I did you a favor, getting you away from the old man, but let’s not get carried away.” His lips grazed her ear as he whispered, sending tiny waves of anticipation straight to her core.
     "What do you mean?” She pulled back to look up at him and had to remind herself, not for the first time, that it would be a mistake to get lost in his eyes. Unfortunately, his mouth was just as dangerous a focal point. His lips screamed sex, and on the few occasions she’d made the mistake of watching his mouth while he talked, her pussy had immediately gotten wet and she’d managed to miss at least half of what he’d said.
     “Look, I know I was a sort of a dick at first…”
     “Sort of? That’s the understatement of the century.”
     “Fair enough, but the point is, I made it clear I didn’t want a mate, that I wasn’t ready. And I want you to know it’s not about you.”
     “Oh great, is this one of those ‘it’s not me, it’s you’ speeches? Because if it is, spare me. I already know it’s you.” She had to work hard to keep her voice even and matter-of-fact.
     “You don’t sugarcoat much, do you?” He had the nerve to sound amused.
     “Nope, I’m a straight-shooter.”
     “Good, so you’ll appreciate what I have to say. You’re a beautiful woman, and being close to you like this has an incredible effect on me. I want you—badly. There’s no question of that, but wanting you doesn’t change how I feel about this joining. I went through with it for the same reasons you did, but I don’t want you to set yourself up for disappointment.”
     “Okay…” She wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about, and once again, he was the king of the understatement. She could clearly feel how hard he was for her. Frankly, she wouldn’t be surprised if his erection tore a hole in his pants.
     “Look, what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t expect this to be a love match. That…It’s just not in me. I’ll do my duty, but…that’s it. I can’t offer you more than that.”
     “I don’t know what to say.” Nikki hated that his words hadn’t dampened her desire any. The last thing she wanted to do after that speech was want him.
     “I have a feeling that doesn’t happen very often.”
     They danced in silence as one song ended and the band struck up another slow favorite. “Say something,” Luke said.
     “What for? You have this all figured out. I’m stuck with a mate who is determined to never love me. What do you expect me to say to that?”
     “Well…” He stroked his knuckles over her cheek, then her lips. “We can still enjoy each other.”
     Oh, God. Her pussy tightened at his touch. Nikki knew she’d live to regret how excited his words made her feel, but just then, she didn’t care. The call of her mate’s body was just too strong. “So, you want to fuck me, but you plan to keep feelings out of it. Got it.”
     His arm tightened around her waist and he trailed a single finger down the side of her neck and over her collarbone, stopping where the tops of her breasts swelled out of her dress. “Tell me you don’t feel the same.” He leaned down and buried his nose in her neck. Damn it, he was smelling her. “You can’t hide how badly you want me.”
     Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and her pussy was so wet she needed to change her panties. “I can’t hide it, so I won’t bother denying it.”
     “And you can accept that we won’t have a love match?” He was facing her again, his lips just inches from hers.
     “What possible difference does that make? As you pointed out, we’re stuck with each other now.”
     Luke smiled again, and this time she could swear it was genuine. Leaning in further, he claimed her mouth in the first real kiss they’d ever shared. His lips were the perfect combination of smooth and sensual, and firm and demanding, and Nikki couldn’t help but lean into his kiss, into him.
     When he finally released her mouth, she was breathless. He looked down at her and she could swear his eyes were darker than normal.
     “Good,” he said. “Because I, for one, am tired of waiting for the fun part to begin.”
     Groaning, Mason set Nikki on her feet. He wanted that dress off. It was a gorgeous piece of material that left her shoulders and back bare but at that moment, it was the enemy. He was impatient to see her body again, and this time, get to enjoy it, as was his right as her mate. Mason could understand why his brother had ripped her nightgown off the night before. He had the same impulse, but he took a deep breath and steeled himself to unwrap her like the gift she was.
     The moment Mason set Nikki on her feet, she was reaching for the top of the gown to shed it herself. “No, let me,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.
     A shudder coursed through Nikki’s body at his words. She smelled faintly of vanilla and clover, but under that, the scent of her arousal was strong. It threatened his ability to take care with her delicate dress. Forcing himself to put his intense need aside, he eased the silky cloth over her breasts and down to her hips, leaving it to Luke to take it the rest of the way. Mason hoped Luke would keep himself in check. He’d throttle him if he ruined their first night together.
     Standing back to watch, Mason took in the full swell of her breasts and hardened, rosy nipples. He swallowed hard as his gaze traveled over the flat belly that would one day round with his pups if he had anything to say about it. She had full hips, breeding hips, and smooth thighs that made him growl with anticipation. His hands flexed, itching to squeeze them as he plunged into her. Nikki’s calves were shapely as well, screaming to wrap themselves around him, and they were finally bare, thanks to his brother’s efforts. The only thing she still wore was a pair of strappy, high-heeled shoes, which, thankfully, Luke hadn’t removed. In some things, he and his brother thought alike.
     Mason lifted Nikki against him, bending to take her nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while palming the other breast. His touch was gentle at first, but grew rougher when he discovered that a firmer touch pulled deeper moans from his mate’s throat. He gave the other nipple the same treatment before easing down to trail hot kisses across her belly. Nikki was so smooth and soft everywhere, he could almost fear breaking her, but her touch was firm and almost fierce in its need. She wrapped her hands in his hair and urged him lower, even as her belly trembled under his kisses.
     Kneeling, Mason stroked his lips over Nikki’s smooth mound and heard her breath catch. He looked up and found her staring back at him, biting her bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted. He licked from the top of her mound to her entrance before focusing his attention on lapping her slit. Nikki’s breath came faster as she ran her fingers through his hair, holding on as his tongue parted her pussy lips and flicked her clit. That provoked a tiny growl from her, so he pressed his tongue hard against the bud, first applying pressure and then letting up to circle and suck it, and finally stiffening his tongue to apply the same pressure as before.
     When he pulled back to look up at her, Nikki’s head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. “Oh, God. Please. Please, don’t stop.”
     He smiled at her unguarded response before going back to taste her again. This time, he licked and nibbled at the inflamed bud before ducking lower to press his tongue into the sweet cream coming from her pussy. He was sure he’d never get enough of it as he lapped there, trying his damnedest to lick her dry even as her juices kept coming. Holding her steady with one arm, he stiffened his tongue and plunged it inside her, reaching up with the other hand to rub and pinch her clit.
     “Oh, God. Mason…” Nikki squeezed her hands in his hair and arched toward him, grinding her pussy against him. 
* * * * 
     Watching Mason with Nikki had Luke unspeakably horny, not that he hadn’t been in a constant state of horniness since he’d met her. It was the reason he’d acted like a caveman and ripped her gown on the night of their joining. He’d ceased to think like a man and had given in to the inner animal that only wanted to fuck her senseless. This time, he would stay in control.
     With a groan, Luke approached Nikki from behind. The sight of her full, round ass nearly drove him insane. He’d thought he would just let his brother handle most of the foreplay, but watching her and smelling her arousal from across the room, he couldn’t wait any longer. Her low growl drew him to her like she’d reached out and grabbed him.
     Still clothed, Luke wrapped his arms around her slender waist and bent his knees to press his already-rock-hard cock against the two round globes he’d been admiring. She sighed and leaned back against him, and Luke ground his cock hard against her ass as he stroked up her body to cup her breasts.
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Friday, 26 December 2014

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas. Mine was hectic, but worth the work because I was surrounded by my family. I think we will be eating left overs for many more days to come yet which of course saves me having to do one of my least favourite jobs, food shopping. That's a gift in itself!

Now stay tuned because I have some fabulous news. I'm just waiting on the specifics before I share it with you. Take care and I'll be speaking to you soon.

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

This Christmas eve, we have a special present for you. Clare Dargin's latest book is due out today, and she has popped into tell you all about it. 

Firstly, let me share a little about her before you get a peek of the book. Clare is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.
An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 31st
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.
With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a ménage, the only one happy about it is Jilly. 
Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Story Excerpt
Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.
Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.
She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.
Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.
Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.
Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.
Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.
This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.
She let out a long sigh.
“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.
“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?
“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”
“Love Play has quite a reputation.”
“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.
Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”
“So have you been married?” he asked.
“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”
“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.
“What do you mean?”
“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”
He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.
“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”
Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.
“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”
He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”
“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”
Adult Excerpt
Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his dick, making whimper.
“God,” he said, fighting tears.
Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible. Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.
He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his touch.
“You want it?” he asked.
She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her. Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole, he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.
Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward, burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a nut if he didn’t stop.
Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a condom.”
The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he felt.
She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”
The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand gave him some relief, albeit short.
“Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.
Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her heart.
He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that moment.
She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts. Finding his target, she keened her delight.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
She pushed her ass toward him.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
“Come, honey. Come.”
He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.
With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked upward while cum poured out of him.
Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are you all right?”
Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes. Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one. And he saw that she felt it too.
* * * *
Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.
“On your back,” he said, holding her.
She nodded.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her ear.
From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather, he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole. Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench. Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out along with him. He braced himself.

Monday, 22 December 2014

Please join with me in welcoming Kristy Brown, the wonderful author of the Twisted Fate series. She's here to tell you a little about book 5 in the series, Twisted Destiny.

Fate has a plan. Fate always has a plan. As supernatural creatures, they have enough problems living among humans. But when lies, deception, deaths and the threat of war all seem to conspire against them, their love will be tested as they try to change their destinies.
Connell ran over the rocks, then through two
large trees. Moss kicked up as he ran but he didn’t have a chance with the wolf on his heels. One misstep is all it took for the wolf to be on top of Connell. The sound of breaking bone told him that he had broken his ankle. Pain ran through him, but his mind was too paralyzed by fear. The wolf stared down at him and Connell looked the beast in the eyes. Eyes that he could swear had human emotions behind them. He didn’t back down from the wolf and maybe that was why the beast bite him. Connell howled in pain as the beast seemed to chew on his arm. Another howl echoed through the trees and in his clouded mind he swore he heard voices coming toward him. The wolf disappeared into the trees as Connell lay bleeding on the forest floor. Keran found him passed out from blood loss and fear. The site was shut down while they took Connell to the hospital. It didn’t matter what they did for Connell the wound would curse him for the rest of his life.

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Sunday, 21 December 2014

It's time to announce the winners of the competition that I ran throughout the Holiday Hop. But first let me say thank you to all of you who participated.

Now I asked you to name an actor who would suit the roles for each of my leading men in my five books. I was great to see such wonderful responses, so again thank you. I opted to have my boys draw the participant's names out of a hat to help me choose the winner.
Drum roll please!

Monday 15th December: June M - Charlie Hunnam as Micah

 Tuesday 16th December: C Barton - Stephen Amell as Dominic
Wednesday 17th December: Diana Merritt - Robert Downey Jnr as Gabe
Thursday 18th December: Vanessa N - Chris Hemsworth as Dustin
Friday 19th December: Diana Merritt again - Chris Evans as Parker
Congratulations to you all, please keep an eye on your in box for your US$5 Amazon gift card.

Sunday, 14 December 2014

It's here! Over 30 amazing authors, hot reads and awesome prizes, what more could you possible want? Now I hear you all asking many questions, so sit back and allow me to ease some of that curiosity.
What are the prizes?
Grand Prizes
            US Readers                                                International Readers
$100 Amazon Gift card to one reader                   $100 Amazon (INT) Gift card to one reader
$50 Amazon Gift card to one reader                      $50 Amazon (INT) Gift card to one reader

How do I enter this competition?

There is a secret code embedded in this Holiday Hop. Each author has one word of it, and readers must visit each site to collect all of the words and enter them on this form.
There are 32 Authors, and 32 Words, so be sure you capture all of them. Individual prizes on each site will be given away per terms of the author hosting them.
Feel free to hop over to the main Hop page if you have any further questions:
**** Shhh, don't tell anyone (except the entry form), my secret code word is
No ****

Now if that's not enough prizes, the authors are having their own separate giveaways on their individual pages. The links to each of the author's websites can be found on the Holiday Hop Home page. As for mine, keep reading.
My Daily Competition
To enter my daily giveaway of a $5 Amazon gift card, all you need to do is name an actor who would best suit the lead male role for each of my books in the comments section. (And don't forget to include your email address).

Monday 15th December: Micah (Trust in Me, Please!)
Tuesday 16th December: Dominic (A Stranger She Has Always Known)
Wednesday 17th December: Gabe (Reclaiming His Discarded Mate)
Thursday 18th December: Dustin (His Forbidden Mate)
Friday 19th December: Parker (Denying His Second Chance)

Since we're scattered all over the world I'm going to stipulate 11:59pm EST of each day as the cut off for that day's competition. That will make it the middle of the day for me here in Australia.

While I have you here, allow me to tell you a little about an ancient vampire so set in his ways, he rejects his mate.

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, spanking, HEA]
Why did the constant rejection of a man she barely knew hurt so much?
Allie Fisher’s a successful author and radio show host. So much so, she’s gained herself a stalker. Her life’s turned upside down when she meets Margo. With their new blossoming friendship came a heartache Allie never knew was possible.
Parker Winston’s a 543-year-old vampire. He’s had a mate and lost her. He has no room in his heart for anyone else. Even another mate. When he meets his sister’s new friend, he immediately knows she’s his second chance. To preserve his memory of his first mate, he takes what he needs from Allie but offers nothing of himself in return. By the time he realises that there’s enough room in his heart for two, it may be too late.
Can Parker convince Allie of his true feelings for her? Or will her stalker deny him the opportunity by taking her from him permanently?

Parker Winston sat in his home office, slouching in his high-back leather chair, listening to the radio. The current deejay, only known as Lady X, had been on the air each weeknight for the last year. Since first hearing her speak, Parker had been unable to do anything other than dedicate three hours of his life each night to the show. He wished he could claim that it was the show’s content keeping him loyal, rather than her hypnotic voice, but that would be a lie. Life advice wasn’t something that held his interest. He had enough family members pointing out to him what he was doing wrong with his life. He had no desire for a complete stranger to do it as well.
“I should have known I would find you in here,” said one of the aforementioned family members, who seemed content to stick her nose where it didn’t belong.
His little sister, Margo, stood at the door of his office, with one hand on her hip while the other held a strange-looking cocktail. He had been expecting either her or their mother to appear at some stage. He had left them with a room full of people to entertain. Though he could happily concede that it was their duty to do so, not his. The party may be occurring in his house, but it wasn’t one he had organised or even wanted to attend.
Since his father’s unexpected death, two years ago, his mother and sister had been trying to organise his life. It got worse when they had moved in with him a few months back after their familial home was lost in a fire, along with everything they had accumulated over the many centuries. His family believed that he should be paired by now with his chosen mate, and working on the next generation of Winstons. He was, after all, the new leader of the vampires in this city and head of their family, taking over after his father’s passing. He could understand his mother and sister’s expectations, but what they needed to accept was that he had already found his mate, impregnated her, and lost both the love of his life and his unborn child. Their kind were rarely offered a second chance at happiness, and he truly believed that he didn’t deserve one.
He was pulled from his ponderings by the leather sole of his little sister’s stiletto tapping on his wooden floorboards. “What is it that I can do for you, Margo?” he asked calmly, as if he were in the dark over what could have possibly upset her.
“Parker, there are currently over two hundred people in this house, here by your invitation. Do you think you could at least make an effort to make them feel welcome?” Margo reprimanded, like only she or their mother could. Anyone else would have found themselves ejected from the room, through the closed floor to ceiling windows.
“Now, squirt, we both know I had nothing to do with the invitations, or the guest list for that matter,” Parker stated, ensuring he had used his pet name for his little sister. The one she believed that she had long ago outgrown. “These are yours and mother’s guests, so why don’t you go and enjoy yourself?”
“Parker, I’m worried about you. This isn’t healthy, hiding away like this, obsessing over a woman you know nothing about,” Margo replied, worry evident in her voice. “Have you considered that maybe this obsession with listening to her show runs deeper than just fascination? Maybe it’s a compulsion that requires further exploration.”
Immediately, he knew what Margo was alluding to. It had been something he had also considered, in his weaker moments. But he knew it couldn’t be, and he had no wish for it to be either. Lady X wasn’t his mate. His love for his sweet, darling Liz wouldn’t allow it.
“Margo, I’ve had my only chance at happiness and lost it. It’s left to you now to provide mother with grandbabies.”
Parker would have laughed at his little sister’s muttered “that’s unlikely to happen” as she left, had he not been serious in his message. By vampire standards, Margo was still quite young, at two hundred and eighty-two years old. While she was quite mature and had lived independently for many years, procreation wise, she was considered to be coming into her prime. He, on the other hand, was five hundred and forty-three years old. While he knew he was far from being old for a vampire, he was too old and set in his ways to accommodate anyone else in his life. Especially someone he knew he had no capacity to love, and had no intentions of providing with child. When he had lost his beloved Liz and their baby, he had vowed never to allow another into his heart again. That edict hadn’t changed in the last three hundred years, and he believed there would be no other that could possibly alter it. 
* * * *
Allie Fisher all but fell into the chair at the café she often visited after work, while she waited for her hot chocolate. It was just after 2:00 a.m., and the way she was feeling, she couldn’t help but be grateful for the all-night coffee shop. She had just finished her last radio show for the week and was quite literally exhausted. Not that she would sleep when she got home though.
Unlike most twenty-seven-year-olds, Allie had no life outside of her work. Up until three years ago, she had been an average young woman, enjoying the freedom of her youth. She had just finished her psychology degree when her life took a turn, though she would never say it was for the worst. Her mother, who had moved across the country from Allie a few years prior, had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Due to their lack of closeness, Allie had only discovered the extent of the illness when it was in its final stages. Her mother had been given only a few months to live. This spurred Allie into action. She moved away from everything she knew, to care for her mother in her final moments, and couldn’t have been more grateful for the opportunity. The two months her mother had originally been given to live, turned into nearly a year and a half. It gave Allie and her mother a chance to mend their broken relationship, providing Allie with some of the best months of their entire life together. Allie finally had some beautiful memories of her mother.
Due to her mother’s illness, working in her chosen field wasn’t possible. So Allie decided to take the time to follow one of her other dreams. To become a published author. In the three years since graduating and moving, Allie had written and published five books. All, so far, had been best sellers in their genre, and more importantly, provided enough of an income to ensure there was always food on the table and a roof over their heads.
In those three years, she had also become an insomniac. With the constant flow of ideas and thoughts for her books floating around in her head, plus the twenty-four-hour care she was providing her mother, Allie found sleep had become an afterthought and cat naps had become her only source of rejuvenation. This led to her inability to sleep. Hence, the reason she now wrote her books during the day and prepared and conducted her radio show at night.
As for a social life, well she didn’t have one. Her mother’s illness had not been the cause, but the catalyst to her non-existent social life and friends. As soon as she had left her old life back in Washington and moved in with her mother, her friends slowly started to disappear from her life. Even her supposed closest friend had abandoned her because she was no longer there to ensure her safe passage home. Allie rarely drank, while her ex-friend felt she needed alcohol to successfully socialise. Within months of Allie leaving, this friend had sent her a terse e-mail regarding her desertion. It hadn’t come as a surprise to Allie that her supposed friend viewed their friendship with such little regard, but it was still a disappointment. It made her appraise her need for such empty relationships. Therein ending that friendship, and the new reserved Allie was born.
People tended to view her willingness to help others as a weakness that they could exploit. How wrong they were! In her youth, her desire to be liked had blinded her to people’s true motivation, but not anymore. It had been a hard lesson to learn, but it was one she would never forget. Her apprehensiveness about letting anyone close now guarded her heart like a solid fortress, allowing few to enter.
Now she found herself returning home to an empty apartment and a lonely life. She had no relatives left and only two people she classed as close friends. They were currently travelling the world. Her characters in her books, the regulars at the soup kitchen she volunteered at every Saturday night, and her nightly callers were her only sources of socialisation. But as her life stood at the moment, it was probably for the best. It would seem that being an accomplished author, while having many perks, also came with a few quite dangerous disadvantages.
Allie had picked herself up a stalker. One that, up until recently, the police had no interest in. It started out as a few too-personal e-mails, suggesting their relationship went far beyond that of an author-reader one. This was followed by several threatening letters to her publisher. They began arriving after Allie had opted to ignore the last few e-mails from this person. The letters accused the publisher of blocking his e-mails and putting a stop to their relationship. That was when the police got involved. Of course they couldn’t do much, and seemed to relegate their case to the bottom of the pile. It wasn’t until the publishing office had been broken into, and files rummaged through that the police began to pay attention. It also helped that a senator had his offices in the same building.
They thought his intent was to discover Allie’s true identity and whereabouts. Thankfully, the publishing company took their author’s privacy seriously. Any personal information was locked away from the world in encrypted files. Since then Allie’s alter ego had been placed on house arrest. All of her public appearances had been cancelled. This left Allie with limited interaction with the public. Since she was lacking in the friend’s department, her radio listeners, the regulars at the soup kitchen, and her stop for her nightly hot chocolate were the only form of conversation she got at the moment. Even her groceries were delivered, a necessity of an author who lived alone. Otherwise, Allie would become so engrossed in the story she was writing that a trip to the local supermarket would be the last thing on her mind. Leaving the cupboards bare, and an author to wither away to nothing.
She watched as his elegant long fingers began separating the keys. Her fear all but forgotten as her mind, along with her hormones had her imagining all the wonderful things he could do with his hands. And all of them were to her naked body. Her pussy began weeping, soaking her underwear. Parker visibly inhaled deeply before growling.

He handed her back her keys and said, “Open the door before I take you out here in the hallway.”

Her hands began to tremble, not from the threat, but the blatant promise his words held. She no sooner had the door open, than he was pushing her through it. As soon as they had both crossed the threshold, Parker had kicked the door shut, and had her body pinned to the wall just inside the door. His impressive bulge pressed into her back.

“I need you. Please say ‘yes,’” he whispered in her ear.

Without any forethought, she answered with the one reply that would provide them both with a little relief. “Yes!”

Before she could consider the implications of her response, Parker had her turned around. Her back hit the wall with such force that it pushed all the air from her lungs. Her raging hormones overrode any of her panic. Without any of the usual hesitation that went along with a first kiss, Parker’s mouth came down on hers, hard. Her hands found their way up to his hair. She held on to it as he continued his assault on her lips. His tongue pushed through her slightly parted lips, seeking a dance partner. Hers quickly obliged. As she took her first taste of the man who had haunted her every thought, she felt his extended fangs. Swiping her tongue over them, she heard him groan.

“Bedroom?” Parker asked breathlessly when he pulled back from the kiss.

Lifting her arm, she directed her finger down the hallway that led to all the bedrooms. Pointing was the only means of communication she currently had. All her senses were going haywire. Never before had she ever experienced anything like it. Parker must have realised that a pointed finger was all he was going to get. So he followed her muted directions, rushing them both down the hallway. He stopped outside the only two closed doors. Lifting his nose to the air, he smelt. Without a word, he opened the one belonging to her bedroom.

He pushed her toward the bed, only stopping when her legs hit the wooden frame. She whimpered when he stepped back. She immediately noticed the loss of his body heat. He held a finger up in front of her. That was all the warning she got before the sharp, vampire talon ran down her chest, slicing her clothing. Her tight T-shirt and sports bra slid down her arms and fell from her body.

Parker’s slow perusal left goose bumps in its wake. His eyes darkened further with lust when they fell upon her breasts. His large hands came up to cup them, squeezing them. More juices escaped her already overflowing pussy. She could now smell her own arousal. It seemed to add to her excitement. Parker wasn’t immune to its effects either.

His hands left her breasts and moved down her body. Their destination, her hips, still clad in yoga pants. With a smile, Parker ran his taloned finger over her lower body. She trembled as his path became obvious to her. Widening her stance, she allowed him access to her most private of areas. She wasn’t disappointed.

The sharp talon gave her nothing but exquisite pleasure. Its feathered touch traced her pussy, eliciting a moan from her. The sweet torture had her clit demanding the same treatment. Before she could verbalise the request, Parker had removed his finger and shredded her pants.

“Get on the bed, now!” he ordered, as he removed his own clothing.

Allie quickly scrambled onto her bed, desperate not to lose sight of Parker for too long. She wanted to drink in everything there was to this man, including the amazing body she knew he hid below his well-tailored shirts and pants. When she had settled, she turned to appreciate the view. His toned abs and sculpted chest were magnificent. But it was his cock that drew her eyes.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, in a scary kind of way. It stood thick and long, pointing proudly toward his stomach. The purple shade of the mushroom head, had just become her favourite colour. Licking her lips, she had the sudden urge to take a cock into her mouth for the first time in her life. The groan that came from Parker had her eyes reluctantly leaving the magnificent sight and moving up toward his face. There, she noticed his pained expression.

“Last chance to back out,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I need you, Parker. Please!”

“Are you on the pill?”


“Good” was all he said before he pounced.

He landed over her, pinning her to the bed. He nudged her legs apart and began rubbing his cock against her greedy pussy. She tried to lift her hips, desperate to guide his cock to where she needed it. But his body held her captive under him. It would seem that he had plans of his own. Thankfully, those plans seemed to coincide with hers.

He thrust into her with such force, her head ended up at a strange angle. She found herself facing the headboard of the bed. Not that she was complaining. Everything felt like it had righted itself in her life as soon as he entered her.

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