COVER REVEAL: SIX by Ker Dukey

Title: SIX (Men By Numbers Series Book 2)

Author: Ker Dukey 

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SIX:

I grew up in the foster system and bounced around from place to place… I know what you’re thinking. 

Bad things happened to me and fucked me up?

Don’t feel bad for me. I didn’t know a privileged life therefore I didn’t miss one. 

I was what I was and I made it work. I actually had a few good homes in my lifetime, met some good people but that’s not what my stories about. 

It’s not a Romeo and Juliet saga either, even if our stories do revolve around similar bases. 

I knew a real love, a rare love… a love between two people that were never supposed to fall in love. 

Rival gang members are never allowed to fall in love and it cost us everything. 

The things I learned growing up the way I did is this: 

Love is deadly and often not real. 

People come and go and only the rare few stick around when shit gets tough.

I learned the hard way what lurks behind false smiles and that deceitful truths get whispered in sexual moans. 

I was taught that dark souls are not born but they are created and you can avoid them, hide from them or learn and become them. 

Revenge sculpt and molded me into the darkest of souls and with my wrath comes agony and torment more severe then hell itself. 

I took out six of the men who hurt my woman and I will be coming for the rest. 

Get in my way and I’ll come for you too.

“SIX?”

I awake with a jolt, my hand reaching effortlessly for the blade kept under my pillow. With the other hand I grab the intruder around the neck and bring them down on to the bed. In a quick flurry of movements I’m straddling the invader with the blade to their throat. The room comes into focus and I become fully aware that I'm not stuck in the dream world any longer but reality, when I recognize the wild, scared eyes of Misty Cooper, my new bar manager staring up at me. Her soft, small frame pinned beneath my own.

Just above the sound of her heavy, restricted breathing is that persistent beeping that was in my dream.

“I didn’t know you were here.” She whispers barely audible.

I remove the knife from her throat and stand abruptly from the bed.

Sitting up her eyes widen and then dart to her lap. I hate the paleness of her cheeks and the glisten in her eyes, knowing I caused her fear.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly push past my lips. “I was working late last night, on a clients tattoo so I crashed here.”

“You don’t need to explain.” She tells me shaking her head. She won’t look at me and it makes me fucking angry with myself.

“Misty, look at me?”

...“Ermm, you’re naked.”

Her cheeks flush a beautiful crimson as her eyes dart up to my junk and then quickly back down to her lap, her teeth popping out to worry her bottom lip.

She’s twenty-five years old surely this isn’t the first naked man she’s been around?

“It’s just a dick Misty, I’m sure you’ve seen one before.” I grab the pair of jeans from the chair I slung them over the night before and slip them up my legs.

“Not that big” I hear her mumble under her breath. Folding my arms over my chest. I quirk a brow at her. “What was that?”

Her eyes pop wide and she quickly shakes her head “Nothing, nothing”

A Letter From The Author

Dear my wonderful readers,

As some of you might know (if you follow me on social media) I’m currently ‘very’ pregnant. My daughter is due in less than three weeks and although we are extremely pleased to have our precious gift join us, it has been very tiring and will continue to be so. I’m telling you this to ask that you have patience when it comes to Six’s release. I’m hoping to stay on a steady writing course but we all know baby’s can be unpredictable. As can recovery after surgery, and that’s how our daughter must enter this world.

I have given Six, a July release date to relieve any pressure on my part. I may finish and release sooner but would rather give a later date to begin with than an earlier one and have to push it back. Six is shaping up to be a wonderful, fascinating and extremely yummy character and I know any wait will be worth it. Thank you for your understanding and support, you all mean the world to me and I can’t wait to bring you Six’s story. I hope you like the cover as much as I do, Amy Queau is very talented, and done an amazing job capturing everything I envisioned for this cover.

I would just like to mention a huge thank you to you amazing bloggers. Thank you so much for all your selfless work in sharing this cover and any of my work. As soon as I have dates for arcs an email will be sent out to inform you.

All the best, Ker.

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BLOG TOUR REVIEW: I Pick You by Jettie Woodruff

Title: I Pick You

Author: Jettie Woodruff

Release Date: Feb 23, 2016

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When I left Nashville, Tennessee, I knew deep in my heart I wouldn't be back. I knew I would never be heard on every country music station around the world, and I would never step foot on the Grand Ole Opry stage. Cold hard guilt and responsibilities that I didn't want forced me on a different path.

Me being responsible for an eighteen-month-old was a horrible idea. Me being a second grade teacher in a catholic school was plain ludicrous.

Life sucked, love hurt, and I didn't know who to pick.

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I dozed off with Rydell in my arms and a weight on my shoulders, but I didn’t know why. I couldn’t pinpoint where the darkness came from, but I had a good hunch. No matter how many times I tried to ignore it and say it wasn’t so, something kept me from feeling grounded, something like Kit Noel Berry. The sudden thought that had turned into urgent words caused Rydell to jerk awake.

“What’s your middle name, Ry?”

“What?”

“Your middle name. What is your middle name?”

“Rydell is my middle name. Edith Rydell Brinkley. Why?”

I shrugged one shoulder and kissed her forehead. “Just curious. Come to North Carolina with me next month. I don’t want to go without you. Maybe we’ll find some place to busk or something.”

Even through the dark, I could see the puzzled expression. “I can’t. I made plans to go to Miami gambling with Wendi. I told you that, but I will be here for her birthday on Sunday. Promise.”

“But what if I said not to go with Wendi, that I really want you there with me?” I questioned.

“Where is this coming from, Brantley? I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong or not, but in case I am, I have to tell you, I won’t do it.”

I wore the puzzled expression this time. “Do what?”

“I refuse to be second best to anyone and I refuse to carry that kind of jealousy again. I love you, and I believed you when you said that there is nothing between you and Kit. I have to, Brantley. I can’t carry that around like I did with Ryan. There were always girls hanging on him, and it gutted me. I’m not that girl. If I have something to worry about with you and Kit, then I need to know this right now. Dump me, don’t cheat on me.”

I leaned in on one elbow and gave her a serious expression through the dark. “Babe, you never have to worry about that. I have everything I need and want right here with you. I was merely begging for my own self-satisfaction. I hate the thought of not seeing you for two days.”

Rydell snickered and touched my face. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Even you should know that. It’s two days. You’ll survive. Go to sleep. Bay is going to be awake in about five more hours, if we’re lucky.”

I plopped to the bad and took a long deep breath of Rydell’s scented shampoo, or her lotion. Something smelled amazing.

One second I had just closed my eyes, and the next, I heard a loud ringing coming from the living room. I jumped up and darted out when I realized it was my computer and Kit calling me on Skype. I darted to living room, cussing a plastic cow when I ran out to shut it up.

“Jesus, Kit. We’re not even awake yet. I am supposed to call you, remember?”

“You have a morning woody,” she giggled.

My eyes dropped to my shorts, and my hand covered my crotch. “Let me get woke up and I’ll call you back. Bay’s note even awake yet.”

“It’s almost nine-thirty on Christmas morning there. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

“I open a toy, Daddy.”

“See, she’s awake. Merry Christmas, my little Bay Berry.”

I looked up to Bay, holding Phil, and wearing her cute little nightgown, one sock on, one off. “I’ll call you back, Kit. Give me ten minutes.”

Of course that wasn’t good enough and I wasn’t quick enough to stop Bay. She darted in front of the computer before I had a chance to put her in the right pajamas. “Oh no, I’ll wait. It took me twenty minutes to get connected. You go take care of that and I’ll talk to my sweet baby, Bay.”

I went to the bathroom in my room, covered Rydell’s naked ass with the sheet after a quick peek, and slid on a shirt and sweats, closing the door behind me. This might go better than I had planned. Rydell drank at least a six pack, and we were up really late. If I was lucky, I’d make it through Christmas morning with my family before—Wait. Not my family. I shook off the thought and started coffee, wondering why I had just internally said that.

Two cups of coffee, and five presents from her mama later, we were done. Thank God. I relaxed realizing I didn’t have to deal with any Rydell drama. One more present and I was out of the woods.

Bay opened little leather bracelet with silver diamond way too big for her wrist, and I turned my frown from her back to Kit.

“What time is it there, Brantley?”

I looked over my shoulder just as the doorbell rang. “Ten, hang on. Someone’s at my door.”

“Oh, yay! I can’t wait.”

My frown continued while I went to the door, wondering what the hell she had bought that she couldn’t wrap. I opened the front door to a truck parked in my driveway and a boy about ten or so at my door, fluffy white kitten in hand.

“My titty, I titty, Daddy.”

I was speechless. The little boy handed it to Bay wearing a big smile. I had to pick her up and help her to keep her from breaking his neck. “The lady in the email said you’d pay me when I got here. It was only twenty-five, but she said I could get fifty since it was Christmas.”

“For a cat?” I exclaimed, uncaring of his young age.

“That’s what she said. Want me to show you. My mom has it on her phone.”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Here you go, Merry Christmas,” Rydell said from behind me, her fingers inside my wallet.

“My titty, Dale.”

“I see, baby. Merry Christmas. I’m going to shower while you finish up with Kit. Merry Christmas to you too cowboy.”

I watched her walk away amazed. That’s why I was so in love with her. Rydell didn’t do drama. Ever. She could have been pissed about the whole kitten thing, but she wasn’t. She was happy, ready for our own Christmas. What a relief.

I walked back to Kit with the stupid little cat. “Are you kidding me? You bought her a cat?”

Kit beamed from ear to ear. “I’m hoping it will replace Phil, and you sort of bought it. Sorry about that. I didn’t have time to get it sent. I have been searching for a kitten close to you for two weeks now. Ahhh, look. She loves it.”

I shook my head, catching a glimpse of Rydell, standing in the hall with a cup of coffee to her lips. She winked at me while standing there listening.

“Okay, tell Mommy goodbye, Bay.”

“I pway a titty.”

Kit laughed, pulling my attention back to her. “You better name the titty, and one more thing.”

“What?”

“Those are not the pajamas I bought for her. You’re lucky they’re adorable. Did your mom buy those?”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with this rat ball?”

“I would name it if I were you.”

“Yeah, right. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, Bay Berry Jandt. I love you so much. Merry Christmas, baby.”

“I titty.”

“You can call later and I’ll let you know whether it’s still alive or not.”

“Bye, make sure she has the best day ever.”

“I will, starting with some breakfast. Merry Christmas, Kit.”

“Merry Christmas, Brantley.”

I closed my laptop and looked to Rydell, waiting for the storm.

“You’re d-i-c-k.”

I rubbed my face while sputtering a frustrated breath through my lips. “What did you want me to say, Ry? I couldn’t say, oh no. Rydell bought her that nightgown.”

“I expected you to tell me the truth last night, idiot. That was something special from her mom. You could have just been up front with me. She could have worn my later. Don’t do that, Brantley. I love her to death, but I’m not her mom, and I will never try to be.”

Again, Rydell surprised me. I thought I was about to get an ass chewing for not telling Kit that Rydell bought it for her, and here she was mad because I didn’t tell her about Kit’s. Women were way more complicated than I could have ever guessed. Exactly the reason I didn’t get involved with them. “You’re right and I’m sorry, but you were so excited about it, I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

At least that softened her scowl. Rydell smiled at me, her head tilting to the side.

“Thank you for thinking of me like that, but next time just tell me.”

“Pinky promise, now can we get on with Christmas?”

“For sure. I’m going to jump in the shower. You go start bacon.”

I talked to my mother and Bridgett on Facetime while Bay played with her favorite toy, a white little fur ball, accusing them of being in on it. Even though they denied it, I could tell by the way they talked to Bay that they knew. Bridgett asked her what she named it before I told her she got it. Guilty.

Despite the fact that I thought about my little man Simon more than once throughout the day, I had the best Christmas I’d ever had in my life. Rydell and I exchanged gifts, and Bay opened a little pink guitar from me. She loved it almost as much as her new titty. I recorded her singing, Let it go, at the top of her lungs and sent it right to Kit’s email. She would piss her pants laughing. Rydell and I could barely contain ourselves. She was no doubt a performer. Her little foot tapped on the floor just like mine, and her face showed more emotion than Adele’s. My little county singer. Bay Berry Jandt.

Jettie Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since she was a little girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a number two pencil and a wild imagination. Her very first story was a scifi of all things.go ah

Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica now. She likes to keep her readers on edge, and deliver a story that will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the edge of taboo and dark, Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you'll not soon forget.

Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left lots of writing material. She has recently become a grandma to not one, but two of the most beautiful little girls on planet earth.

Jettie also hates doing this bio. That's all you get. She loves to read and write. What else is there? <3

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Sonja's Review

I love the Twin Duo series and even if I hadn't made Ms. Woodruff one of my authors where I read all of her books now because of that series, I would want to read I Pick You simply because it is a spin off. It wasn't at all what I expected, but in a good way, and I didn't think that it could top Suit and Slut, but boy was I ever wrong! Gabriella and Paxton will always be my favorite, but I Pick You is by far the best book not only in the series but the best book of Ms. Woodruff' that I've read so far. It was beyond amazing and I just loved it! 

I'll admit that I wasn't sure if I would love Brantley because I'm not really into cowboys and even less into country music - I'm sorry, it's just not my thing - and also, I couldn't imagine him being like Paxton and I don't know why or how Pax does it but I looooooooove him so hard and I knew that I would never be able to love Brantley like that. I wasn't wrong about loving Paxton more - he's my guy and my favorite - but I'm so happy to say that I totally did fall for Brantley! There's no denying that he can be a not-so-smart jerk sometimes but he can be funny and know exactly the perfect thing to say that will have you melting and swooning. And OMG, when you see him with his little girl - that's really when he'll make you fall in love him - he is soooo sweet with her! 

I Pick You is full of heartbreak, beauty, and depth. It's the kind of book that gets in your soul and makes you feel everything from the nitty gritty to all the happy good stuff. It made my heart ache and when I didn't cry, it made me want to, it made laugh and smile, and I was completely charmed and enchanted by Bay herself and then with her and Daddy. It was an outstanding read and I couldn't have asked for a better book! 

I Pick You is a standalone, but the Twin Duo series really should be read first, it's told only in Brantley's POV and he gets his HEA with his heroine!

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

COVER REVEAL: Until June by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Until June (Book Two) Until Her

Meet June & Evan in Until June releasing on May 24th!

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June Mayson and Evan Barrister’s whirlwind courtship resulted in a secret marriage right before he left for boot camp. Evan knows deep in his gut that June is too good for him, but after getting a taste of the beautiful life they can have together, he’s unwilling to let her go. June promises to wait for him, knowing neither time or distance will ever change her feelings for Evan—that is until she’s served with divorce papers while he’s overseas and she’s forced to let him go.

Her marriage and divorce a well-kept secret, the last person June expects to run into when she moves back to her hometown is Evan. Angry over the past, she does everything within her power to ignore the pull she feels whenever he is near. But how can she ignore the pain she sees every time their eyes meet? How can she fight the need to soothe him even if she knows she’s liable to get hurt once again?

Is it possible for June and Evan to find their way back to each other again? Or will they be stopped by an outside force before they ever have a shot? 

About the Author:

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.

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BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Soulless by T.M. Frazier

Bear & Thia’s epic is FINALLY HERE!

SOULLESS IS LIVE!

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PROLOGUE

 I was mad at the world, at the whiskey for not being strong enough, at the drugs for not lasting long enough, at the fucking whores I banged for not getting me off when it was my fault my dick was fucking useless after a bucket of fucking blow. I went so far as to be pissed at random people on the street for laughing or smiling when I felt like I’d never be able to smile or laugh again.

How dare they?

How fucking dare they be move on with their lives like my friend hadn’t just died.

I was on the verge of losing what little sanity I had left when I rode out of Logan's Beach and set off to find a place, or places, where I could numb myself against the feelings that followed me from town to town, cheap motel to cheap motel, girl to girl, high to fucking high.

Then, this pink haired girl from the past came barreling into my life and it was like for the first time, I’d found a purpose. A real genuine purpose and not just some shit Chop spewed out as orders that I and every other member of the Beach Bastards took as bible, but a true reason to live again.

To WANT to live again.

Someone to live for.

Ti was my chance at some sort of real happiness when Lord fucking knows I had no idea what that really was before her. The only glimpses of real genuine happiness I'd ever had came courtesy of Preppy, King, and of course Grace. Like when King tattooed us for the first time and we loved them, even though they were crooked and downright fucking awful. Like when Grace made me my very first birthday cake. Like the time King Prep and I sat at the top of the water tower and thought the world was ours to take.

Because at that time, it was.

Then there was Ti and my new happiness became the first time I saw her smile. The first time I kissed her. The first time I tasted her pussy by the fire. The first time she let me inside of her, shamelessly pushing through her virginity in a frantic need to make her mine.

Because that's what she was.

That's what she would always be.

And I will kill every motherfucker who dares to try and take her from me.

Mine.

About the Author:

T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!

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Sonja's Review

I was really excited to read Soulless after the way things were left in Lawless and more importantly because I wanted to see Bear and Thia get their happily-ever-after! I got my wish and a whole lot more. Soulless was even better than Lawless and I knew I would love it but I didn't expect to love it as much as did - which was A LOT! 

I totally loved Ti in Lawless and I love her even more now! She's stronger and more bada*s and really just an amazing heroine. She's stubborn and sassy, she is a fighter and always has Bear's back. I really could not have asked for a better heroine - I loooove Ti! 

I hadn't quite fallen for Bear yet in the last book but he definitely succeeded in making me love him this one! He's a much better man and you can't question his loyalty to Ti. It's obvious how much he loves her and d*mn is he sexy when he's doing all of his possessive-you're mine-growly thing! Bear completely melted me with all of that and especially whenever his sweetness came out. He's just a great hero and I have no doubt that he will steal your heart! 

Soulless is an incredible read full of heartbreak, action, passion, betrayal, secrets, and revelations. This book sucked me in and there was never a dull moment. It made me laugh and cry and scream and made me put my hands over my mouth and hold my breath at times. It was just an epic book and I can't wait to see what Ms. Frazier comes up with next because I have a feeling it's going to be just as epic and wild as this one right here! 

Soulless must be read after Lawless, it's told from Bear and Thia's POV, and their HEA ending is awesome!

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

RELEASE BLITZ REVIEW: Liquid & Ash by E.M. Abel

Title: Liquid & Ash

Author: E.M. Abel

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: March 1, 2016

Blurb

Love was my weakness. 
In the light of the truth, no one can hide. 

Derek had ignited a spark inside of my heart, a hope for a love I never expected to find. However, our connection lacked the substance it needed to burn. Weakened with resentment, our relationship crumbled under deception, slowly dissolving into ash.

I had sacrificed myself for him and paid the price.

By the time Brandon entered into my life, the longing in my heart had turned cold. But fate was not done with me. His crystal blue eyes and fluid touch revived a wish that had been frozen in time. He gave me hope once again. 

Hope is a dangerous thing, especially when you dare to dream.

**WARNING: This book contains adult content and drug use.

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Lia's Review

The cover of this book is what first intrigued me. It's simple compared to most romance novels out there. But don't let that keep you from checking out the words under the cover. Because they are anything but simplistic.

This is my first read from E.M. Abel, it was everything I was hoping for. I sat down to read early in the afternoon and by dinnertime I had finished. I couldn't seem to tear myself away. Liquid & Ash was a fast read, but just because it's not overly long doesn't mean you're not getting one hell of a story.

Ladies are going to fall so in love with beautiful, damaged Brandon. I know I did. And Penelope, God, I wanted to hug her, slap her and be her best friend. These characters are so charismatic and likeable. While this book does have its emotional ups and downs, it also left me with a big old smile on my face and craving more. The ending, sigh, perfect. I'm officially a fan.

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

Author Bio

E.M. Abel was born and raised a Marine Corps brat. She spent a large portion of her life moving and living in her mother's home country, Japan. As a result, she gained independence and a unique perspective on the world. The youngest of three girls, E.M. Abel spent a lot of time alone in her room writing or sketching in her journals and dreaming up stories. Growing up, she wrote poems, short stories and articles for her high school newspaper. She also fell in love with art and discovered her deep need for self-expression.

Now, a Navy wife with two small children of her own, she still loves being creative and most of all translating her stories into novels. E.M. Abel, now referred to as E or Em by her friends and readers, can often be found with her headphones on jamming out to punk rock, in a chair getting tattooed or cooking dinner for her kids and attending gymnastics practice. No matter what she's doing in her life, she's always sure to do it her way.

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BLOG TOUR: Specimen by Shay Savage

A soldier, a doctor, and a stark white laboratory full of lies.
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I awaken in a laboratory.

I don’t know who I am.

I’m inexplicably drawn to the doctor who cares for me.  She tells me I’ve been altered, that I’m stronger and faster, that I’ll be a key component in a war between corporations.  She says I volunteered for this.  She says I volunteered to be transformed, but I have no way of knowing if what she says is true.

Something isn’t right.  My memories have been taken, wiped clean, but dreams begin to slip into my conscious mind.  I can’t let anyone know when that happens, or they’ll remove my memories again.  Somewhere inside of me, I know I need to remember something important.

I’m fighting a war I don’t understand, and the one woman I rely on can’t be trusted.

Excerpt

“That’s why I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

Her eyes widen, and she quickly looks away from me.  She stands and starts to pull her hand away, but I push myself off the bed and grasp her arm before she can go anywhere.  Our bodies touch, and I reach one arm around her back and pull her tightly against me.

 I cup her face with my hand and run my thumb across her lips.  Her scent is all over me now, and I want to experience her with my tongue.  Would her taste resemble her scent or complement it?  I have to know.

Pulling her closer, I press my open mouth to hers.  Her body stills, and she grips my shoulder with one hand as the other presses against my chest.  Her mouth is warm.  I can feel her breath as my tongue slides inside.  Her taste is indefinable, smooth like sweet liquor I can’t recall ever tasting.

There is a shift inside of her.  It can’t be seen or heard, but I can smell it and taste it.  The smell of her skin becomes darker, thicker.  I feel her flex her fingers on my shoulder as she tilts her head to allow me to deepen the kiss.

How would her scent change if I were inside of her?  What sounds would she make when she comes?  Would she muffle her cries or be loud enough for all those watching us to hear?  How would it feel to come inside of her?  What sounds would I make?

I don’t even know if I’m a virgin.

Reaching behind her, I shove whatever is on the side table to the floor, lift Riley up, and set her down on the edge.  I grip her hips and pull her against my stomach.  The table is too high.  I can’t fuck her from this angle.  I break the kiss, lift her effortlessly, turn, and drop her ass to the edge of the bed.

“Sten, stop!”

I freeze my actions.  My entire body tightens, and my dick throbs in my shorts.

It’s too much.  I need this.  I need her.

I don’t move.

“You have to let go of me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and withdraw my hands only enough to release her.  I keep them close enough to still feel the heat from her body and detect the shift of air when she moves.  She uses her hands to push herself backward on the bed, away from me.

The muscles in my legs shake.  I’m so wound up, and I can’t let it go.  The tension becomes painful and the need for release so prevalent, I can no longer think.  I grip the edge of the bed until my knuckles turn white.  As soon as she pulls her legs back and pushes herself off the edge of the bed, on the side opposite me, I grab the bed and throw it, smashing it into the mirror.

I glare at my reflection, and the strange dark eyes glare back at me.  The unfamiliar lips are curled up in a snarl, and the unkempt beard creates a frightening image.  Everything about the man looking back at me is alien.

Didn’t I just shave last night?

About the Author:

Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich.  Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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