New Release: It’s a hot one from Rebecca Airies!

Chelsea Ash healed plants, but she can’t fix her own problems. Alexander Woods, a gorgeous, new deputy in town and her boyfriend, refuses talk about part of his past, leaving her wondering what he’s hiding. On top of that, a stalker is sending her creepy gifts and stealing her sense of safety.

Alexander is building a new life in Alden Glen. He wants a home after years of hunting the tainted. Chelsea is sexy, sweet and the sensual hunger explodes between them. He’s not walking away from her. Even as they untangle the mess of their relationship, the stalker escalates his attacks. Alex will have to use all his skills to protect Chelsea and claim the future he’s always wanted.

Content Note: This book contains scorching sex scenes and adult language. It’s intended for Adults 18 and over.



“Come on, Chelsea. Let’s get you inside.” Alex opened her car door.

She’d been so lost in her thoughts about his yard that she hadn’t even realized he’d gotten out of the car. With a sigh, she turned and let him help her out of the car. She strolled along the path to the side entrance along with Alex. The side entrance opened into his large kitchen.

She’d dreamed of kitchen like this. Dark gray granite topped the counters. What really made her envious though was the cabinet space. All those gorgeous light oak cupboards and she knew for a fact most of them were empty.

He locked the door behind them. She continued pacing forward. Alex snagged her wrist before she moved out of reach. She glanced back at him. His eyes glittered with hunger and tension.

His hand tightened. He tugged her close. She stepped willingly up to him. His arms wrapped around her, strong and secure. She leaned into him and savored the solid press of his body. With a sigh, she relaxed into the sanctuary offered in his embrace.

He held her tight against him for a moment, before he lifted her off her feet and kissed her. One of his arms slipped under her ass, holding her up as his other hand skimmed up and down her back.

Her mouth opened to the thrust of his tongue against her lips. She delighted in the touch. Her body heated. She wanted him right here.

About the Author

Rebecca Airies writes paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi/futuristic romance. She loves reading, writing, crafting, a good cup of tea, chocolate and snuggly kitties. She’s been writing stories since she was in her teens, at first trying to get over that elusive hump and finish a story. She loves creating new worlds, especially anything paranormal and fantasy related. You can usually find her working on multiple WIP at a time and she likes nothing more than losing herself in those worlds and characters.

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M: Monica’s Match (my new release) #AtoZChallenge

I’m in full-on promo mode for my new release. I sent out a newsletter yesterday with details on the release, plus some contests and parties going on to celebrate. You can see it here.

And here’s all kinds of info about my book:

Monica has the ability to see a guy’s aura light up the first time he touches his soul mate, but she’s kept it a secret since her parents shamed her as a child. Still, she decides to start her own matchmaking company—even if she doesn’t advertise her unique ability. Business is so-so until she gets a call to find matches for the singles of the small town of Perry Grove. She’s not looking for love herself but has an immediate attraction to one of her clients. Too bad another woman lit up his aura.

Hunky dairy farmer Jeremiah wants nothing to do with his grandpa’s hare-brained matchmaking scheme but agrees to play along to appease the man who raised him.  But when he meets the sexy matchmaker, he starts to rethink his single status. Too bad she’s intent on pairing him up with another woman. If there’s one thing he knows, though, it’s how to be stubborn.

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The matchmaker was two hours late. Jeremiah Thompson already didn’t want to be here. However, since hiring a matchmaker for Perry Grove’s singles was his grandpa’s hare-brained scheme, here he waited with strict instructions to stay in the Sunday school classroom by himself. Evidently the matchmaker liked to “observe initial meetings,” as his grandpa had quoted from the matchmaker’s instruction guide. A guide Jeremiah hadn’t bothered to read because he had no intention of losing his bachelorhood anytime soon.

He’d given up on the kid chairs about twenty minutes in and now had his legs sprawled in front of him on the floor and his back against one of the brightly colored cinder-block walls. Tossing his Lego creation to the side with disgust, he hoisted himself to his feet. “Screw this.” He stormed out the door and headed straight toward the fellowship-hall-turned-waiting-area for the eligible bachelorettes. Of course they had adult chairs and refreshments.

He stopped at the end of the hallway and ran a hand through his short hair. As if he was going to find his soul mate through a matchmaker. Especially when he wasn’t even looking for a soul mate, no matter how much his grandparents wanted him to.

The temptation to sneak out the back stairway and return to the list of chores he had to accomplish at the family dairy farm almost won out. Then he recalled how happy his grandma had looked that morning when he’d stopped by her house after the morning milking. She’d fussed over him and then cupped his cheek, a wide smile and a dab of flour on her work-worn face. “I think this is going to a be a good day for you, Jeremiah. I just feel it.”

Guilt hit him square in the gut. He could go through the motions for a day at least. According to his grandpa, who was hovering in the parking lot waiting for the errant matchmaker, she’d had a flat tire on her way to Perry Grove but was due to show up anytime now. However, he was tired of waiting. It was time to take matters into his own hands.

He scanned the crowd of about twenty eligible women in the church’s fellowship hall, landing on a curvy blonde showing way too much cleavage. Her short skirt and spike heels screamed city girl. Five minutes at his barn and she’d be running for the hills—at least she would be if she could run in those impractical shoes. The perfect quarry to ensure his matchmaking adventure ended quickly and unsuccessfully so he could get back to his real life managing the farm.

Erasing the smirk from his face with each step, he approached his target. “Excuse me. Are you interested in starting without the matchmaker?”

The woman swiveled to face him, her overlarge blue eyes so vivid she had to be wearing contacts. “A rule breaker. I like it.” With a predatory smile, she placed a hand on his left biceps and squeezed. “Lead away, sugar.”

Sugar? Really? He was hard pressed not to roll his eyes. Instead he nodded and led her to the Sunday school room. At least now he could tell his grandparents he tried and it didn’t work out.


Monica Morgan slammed the door of her red Camry and kicked the offending tire for good measure. “Ow. Darn it!” Her sensible black flats were no match for the doughnut wheel. Smooth move, Sherlock. Get your head in the game. You need this job or your business is toast.

She took a moment for one deep breath then hurried to the entrance of the Perry Grove United Methodist Church. Before she reached the double door, it swung open and Ed Thompson greeted her with a kind smile. His white hair was a bit shaggier around the edges than when they’d met in person seven weeks ago. She’d spent that afternoon in Perry Grove meeting with only the town council, as she had a strict rule that she couldn’t come into contact with any potential bachelors or bachelorettes in public.

That edict had raised a few eyebrows, but in the end she had sold them on her “process” with no mention of the true reason for the rules. No one needed to know she saw a guy’s aura light up the first time he made physical contact with his soul mate. In a public setting, even one as small as Perry Grove, she ran the risk that more than one woman or man could brush against a man at the same time and mess up Monica’s aura-reading mojo. So she insisted on one-on-one intake interviews with each client early on. Then she oversaw each potential couple’s first contact with no other parties in the room under the guise of wanting to see their first impressions of each other in a closed environment.

Now that she was here for her extended stay, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson would be her hosts for the next month.
Mr. Thompson held the door for her. “Glad to see you made it in one piece. Lucky you were close enough you could make it on a doughnut, but now that you’re here, Sherman’ll get it fixed right up for you. He already ordered the tire. It’ll be in tomorrow.”

Pasting on her best professional smile, she headed down the walkway, hoping he hadn’t witnessed her meltdown. “Glad to be here and to see you again, Mr. Thompson.”

The crinkle around his cornflower-blue eyes deepened with his smile. “At your service. And I told you before to call me Ed. Now let’s get you settled. We have the bachelorettes from the dating pool in the fellowship hall downstairs and the bachelor in an adjacent room, as you requested. Pat Staley—she’s the church secretary in case you don’t remember her—called all the men for today to let them know the appointments have been pushed back a few hours.”

She did remember meeting Pat briefly, as she had made a point of recording everyone’s name, occupation, and relationships in the town. “Thank you for taking care of that, Mr. Thompson. I apologize again—”

He waved a dismissive hand as they reached the stairs. “Ed. And there’s nothing you can do about a flat tire except deal with it.”

She rolled her shoulders to ease some of her tension. She hated being late. “So your grandson is still up first, correct?” An involuntary shiver echoed through her just thinking about her first client’s dimpled smile and the striking blue eyes that stared at her from the photo she’d received along with his profile information—and how inappropriate that thought was. No dating clients.

“Don’t look so glum, girl. No one blames you for being late. Although, I should warn you that Jeremiah isn’t too excited to use your services. I have to admit I strong-armed him a bit, and he’s been stuck in the Sunday school room for a few hours. I was afraid if I let him leave, I’d never get him back, if you know what I mean.” He laughed and winked conspiratorially.

Well, that explained why he was one of the few clients for this job who hadn’t made the time to come meet with her at her office in Grand Rapids. This day just kept getting better and better. She focused on the steps. Grace wasn’t her strong suit, which was the main reason she wore flats for business and not heels. Not that she hadn’t tripped in flats before.

Mr. Thompson paused at the door to the fellowship hall. “Now, I don’t mean to scare you. He’ll behave himself. My wife and I are getting older, and we just want to see him settled and happy.”

Looking into his kind eyes, it was obvious how much he loved his grandson. The desire to help people find their happily ever after was why she was here—well, that and the money. With that pragmatic thought, her eyes lost their momentary mistiness. “I best get started. Point me in the right direction.”

He opened the door and ushered her in. She smiled politely at the single women and returned the wave from Edna Murray and Bea Walters, who were manning the refreshment station. She’d met the two older women during her planning session with the town council. Edna and her husband Gary owned the hardware store in town. Bea was a retired schoolteacher who’d appointed herself the town social coordinator and was Monica’s main contact for the biweekly social dances scheduled throughout her stay.

Ed also waved to Edna and Bea, then pointed to his right. “Down that hall. First door on the right.”

“Thank you.” She put on her practiced confident smile as she set off down the hall, her shoes making a quiet susurration on the threadbare, brownish carpeting. This was by far the most complex job she’d undertaken in the eight months she’d been in the matchmaking business, and she didn’t want to disappoint Ed or the other town council members. Everyone was so excited and hopeful that she’d find matches for their singles before any more of the younger generation gave up and moved away.

At the door, she paused and took a deep breath. She disliked the unknown of the meeting-the-client part of her job. Some had unrealistic expectations; others had no idea what they wanted. Some treated her like a therapist, and still others were just plain whacked. She’d yet to meet someone who had been coerced into the process as Jeremiah had. This was going to be fun.

Yeah, right.

She put her hand on the doorknob but paused again when she heard the murmuring of voices. Jeremiah should be alone, so she wondered if he was talking to himself. In different voices? Maybe he would fall into the whacked category after all. Or…

She flung the door open to see him seated on a table next to a buxom blonde with ridiculously high heels and an equally ridiculous low-cut top. Monica’s ire flared. “You didn’t follow instructions. I was clear that each client could not meet his or her potential dates until I was present.”

He didn’t flinch. Not a hint of remorse on his handsome face. “Monica, I presume? You were supposed to be here hours ago.”

She put an indignant fist on one hip. “You know very well I had a flat tire and had to wait for AAA.”

The blonde giggled, as unrepentant as her partner in crime. Monica was sure this was Cathy Sanders, but she’d still check her profile database.

She was about to continue her castigation when her inner voice suggested that she’d let her frustrated anger rule and consequently wasn’t acting professional. Darn it!

She took another deep breath to resume her cool, detached façade and looked first at Cathy and then Jeremiah. His blue eyes held a spark of wicked mirth that made it very hard to keep her voice level. “I apologize. I didn’t intend to berate you, but my process is very specific.” Although in hindsight, she realized that having the two of them alone didn’t actually screw up her ability. She just needed to be there the first time they touched in front of her to know if his aura was going to light up or not. “Let’s get started, shall we? I am, as you surmised, Monica Morgan of Monica’s Matchmaking.”

Jeremiah stood with a lackadaisical air that set her teeth on edge. He seemed entirely too amused by her discomfiture. Or maybe this was just his way of rebelling against his grandparents’ meddling. He reached a hand toward her to shake, but Cathy rose and laid her hand on his arm, halting the movement. Monica pulled her hand back quickly, not wanting to make the situation more awkward as Jeremiah said, “Pleasure to meet you, Monica.” He didn’t sound pleased, which made her heart sink. Very irrationally, she thought.

It was also irrational that she felt a mix of relief and disappointment that his aura had just lit up at Cathy’s touch.

Her gaze skimmed first his muscled profile in a casual button-down and worn jeans. She bet his behind looked mighty good in those pants. Her perusal ended at his slightly mud-encrusted work boots, which didn’t hamper his attractiveness one darn bit. She liked a man with a work ethic.

Yeah, she needed to wrap this up.

She studied Cathy next, from the woman’s high-heeled shoes to her perfectly coiffed hair and copious makeup. These two didn’t look like a match to her, but her mojo had never been wrong. Her libido had to suck it up, and maybe now Jeremiah would stop invading her more erotic dreams.

“So tell me how you two ended up in here together.”

Cathy cut off his reply. “Jeremiah chose me out of the crowd.” She leaned into him, squishing her ample breasts against his arm. He stiffened and looked like he wanted to pull away.

“I see. Let me just look up your profiles.” She pulled out her smartphone and started to fiddle. She didn’t need to see their profiles, but it served as cover since she didn’t advertise the whole aura-reading thing. As a child, she’d told her parents she sometimes saw men with neon-green light around them. They hadn’t believed her. When she wouldn’t let it go, they drilled into her head that most people would freak out about her ability and that she’d better keep her mouth shut. She still wasn’t sure they’d ever believed her, but they had taken her to their pastor for prayers and anointing with oil.

Pushing that unpleasant memory away, she pretended to read her smartphone for a few moments longer. “Looks like you two did the work for me. You’re a match.”

Book Spotlight and Giveaway: The Blake Legacy by Rhonda Laurel

Have you seen the commercials about family members wanting their loved ones to do activities on Sunday that make them miss football? Well, those were made for me. My husband knows better than to ever plan something during football season.

For a sports lover like me, romance mixed with football is right up my alley. And today I’ve got a spotlight on author Rhonda Laurel and her new release The Blake Legacy, book three in her Blake Boys series with Etopia Press. And how about that cover? Yum!

Be sure to read to the end for info on TWO giveaways.

Book Blurb:

Two lovers. Two dreams. One hell of a hard decision…

NFL quarterback Seth Blake is having an unbelievable hot streak—he’s won his third Super Bowl title the same day his wife Morgan gave birth to their son. Life couldn’t be better for the new father and MVP. His contract with the Philadelphia Titans expires in a year, giving him a chance to make a professional dream come true: to play in his home state for the Texas Wildcats and return to his much-missed Twelve Horseshoes Ranch—this time, for good.

Morgan Reed-Blake has never been happier. She’s got the best husband, the cutest baby, and she’s successfully juggling career and family. Her bookstore is expanding, her charitable organization is growing, and she’s been offered her dream job on the literacy council. Everything in her Philadelphia world is coming up roses. Until Seth’s contract with the Titans expires, and his dream of returning home comes close enough to touch…and the powers that be in Texas start romancing Seth in earnest. Morgan and Seth both have dreams. But a choice has to be made…


Seth Blake begrudgingly prepared for the impromptu press conference in the hospital amphitheater. He didn’t know how his publicist, Daniel, had managed to organize it, but there was a media circus waiting down stairs to interview him. After he’d won the Super Bowl, Seth had found out his wife, Morgan, had gone into labor, and he’d run out of the stadium so fast there had been no time for interviews and congratulatory fanfare.

Now he held his son, Seth Jacob Blake Jr., in his arms, celebrating his third win in a row was the last thing on his mind.

Morgan assured him that she and the baby would be fine for an hour without him. Despite the fact that their entire family stood outside in the hallway, he took the quickest shower of his life, peeking out of the bathroom from time to time to check on them. Morgan looked radiant, despite not having slept the past seventeen hours. The nurses wanted to make her more comfortable, but she wasn’t interested in anything that required taking the baby out of her arms.

Seth changed and shaved, but he still wasn’t ready to go. As far as he was concerned, seeing his son being born was the most exciting and fulfilling thing that had happened all day.

He sighed. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

Morgan smiled at him. “Take all the time you need. You did it. You’re a third time MVP and Super Bowl champ. This is your moment.”

“This right here is my moment.” He leaned in and kissed her and the baby.

“The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back.” Morgan shooed him out of the room.

Seth stepped out into the hall and came face to face with the Blake and Reed clans.

“Congrats again, baby.” His mother, Teri-Lyn, gave him a big squeeze. “Sydney and I will go in with Morgan while you do your press conference.”

“I went back to the hotel and got her hospital bag.” Michelle, who was standing next to Seth’s brother Tyler, pointed to the bag in a chair. “Thank goodness my neurotic friend packed one just in case.”

Tyler smirked at him. “If he picks up a football while you’re down there, I promise I’ll come and get you.”

“That’s not funny, Tyler.” Seth punched his brother in the arm.

“I don’t know about a football, but maybe he’ll pick up a guitar,” Seth’s best friend, Tate McGill, said behind them.

“You’re both wrong,” Channing, his youngest brother, said. “One look at him and you can tell he’s a genius. It’s clear he wants to study law.”

Seth shot all of them evil looks, but he enjoyed the endless possibilities for his son’s life. He and Morgan had talked about the dreams they had for their child before he was born. Morgan had assured Seth she was OK with his secret desire for his son to one day be a football player in his own right. Both agreed as long as he was happy and healthy, Seth Jacob Blake Jr. could carve out whatever life he wanted for himself.

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As soon as Seth stepped into the crowded amphitheater, his team began chanting their battle cry. Cameras started flashing and reporters fired questions at him from around the room. He moved toward the stage and was greeted by his good friend and team mate Patton Hawkes. Patton gave him a hug and took a seat next to Seth at the center table.

“Seth, how’s your wife?” a reporter yelled from the back of the room.

“She’s fine. The baby’s fine. I couldn’t ask for a better day than this.” Seth ran a hand over his face.

“Boy or girl?” someone else shouted.

“A boy. His name is Seth Jacob Blake Jr. And before anyone asks, he will be a quarterback.” Seth grinned and winked.

The room erupted in laughter. Technical questions about the game began to flow, and he was grateful he could answer on autopilot. He congratulated the team and reinforced the group effort involved to win, thanking each of them for playing their best. Everyone agreed that his fifty-five yard pass to Lamont to score the winning touchdown was the greatest play of the game.

“How does it feel to achieve three Super Bowl wins in a row, something no team has ever achieved before?” The million-dollar question came from the back of the room.

Seth tugged on his ear. “It feels great, but it’s also a humbling experience. This achievement shows how dedicated every player was on the team to doing our jobs, and in the process we made a little football history.”

“Being three time MVP ain’t bad either, is it?”

The crowd roared.

“The honor of being named MVP is never to be taken lightly, and I have much respect for it. Somebody thought I was doing something right, and I appreciate that. But if I didn’t work with exceptional people, there would be no title.”

“Seth, what were you thinking when you threw the ball to Lamont?” a sports reporter for Sports Now yelled out.

“I was thinking, Lamont, if you never catch another pass I throw you, this is the one you should catch.” Seth laughed.

“Were you aware your wife was in labor during the game?”

“No. She told my family that under no circumstances was anyone allowed to tell me she was in labor until the game was over.” He shook his head, smiling.

Patton grabbed the microphone off the stand in front of him. “And before anyone asks, I am the godfather to his son.”

There was rumbling among the team about why Patton should have the honor. Seth covered his mic with his hand, leaned over, and whispered to Patton, “Thanks, man.”

“They’ll get over it,” Patton spoke into his microphone.

Damn. The rumblings grew louder. Seth had to defuse the situation before it blew up in his face. “Our wives are good friends. Nina was always there to help Morgan during the pregnancy.”

His teammates kept grumbling but gradually went quiet, and Seth tried not to wipe sweat off his brow. Questions about the game resumed, and Seth fired off responses as quickly as he could, anxious to get back to his family. He didn’t want to miss a minute of the first day of his son’s life. He did his best to be polite, but after forty-five minutes, he informed everyone he was headed back upstairs. After a brief conversation with Daniel and his agent, Luke, Seth slipped out a side door and headed for the elevator.

“Great game today,” a familiar voice said from the direction of the reception area.

Seth turned to see T.K. Holbrook, a friend of his father’s and one of the richest men in Texas. T.K. was also the owner of the football team the Texas Tomcats. T.K. had courted Seth throughout his football career to play for him, but timing was never on their side.

“Thanks, T.K.” Seth shook his hand.

“And congratulations on your baby boy. John Jacob let me get a peek at him; he’s a handsome little devil. I see a Super Bowl in his future.”

Seth laughed. “I’m hopeful.”

“If he does, then maybe a Blake will finally play for the Tomcats.” T.K. winked at him.

The elevator door opened, and Seth held out his hand to keep it ajar.

T.K. hitched up his pants. “I knew you could do it. I knew you would take the Titans to glory when you signed that contract. I regret I couldn’t get to you first.”

“Well, the timing wasn’t right. Things seemed to have fallen into place for a reason.” Seth smiled.

T.K. nodded at Seth’s sentiment. “You’ve given them three Super Bowl wins. I knew you were a champion the first time I saw you play in grade school. Your father and I would talk about that all the time when you were a boy. We both knew you’d be in the Hall of Fame one day.”

“It’s a little early for that. But everything I’ve done in my career was to work toward being an exemplary player and to make my family proud.” Seth held out his hand again when the elevator door began making a jerking movement.

“Well, you’ve definitely done that. Listen, I know you want to get back to your family. Congratulations again.”

“Thank you for stopping by, T.K. I appreciate it.” Seth nodded.

“Your contract with the Titans is up in a year, right?” T.K. rubbed his chin.

Seth had to think about it for a moment. There had been so much going on he’d forgotten about his expiring contract. “Yes,” Seth said as he stepped inside the elevator.

T.K. smiled and tipped his hat.

The elevator doors closed, leaving Seth alone to process T.K’s surprise visit. A few years ago the possibility of playing in Texas would have been his biggest dream come true.

The elevator opened again, and he was surprised to see the corridor leading to Morgan’s room empty. Seth gently opened the door to her room to find her nursing the baby.

Morgan looked up when he walked in. “We were just talking about you.”

“Is that right?” Seth sat on the bed and caressed her cheek.

“I was telling Jake about what a great game his dad played today.”

“Jake? That’s a nice nickname.”

“It was not my idea. The family got together and decided that S.J. sounded pretentious. Your father said he looked like a Jake. After that decision was made, they shifted to where he would go to college. I kicked everyone out.” Morgan flashed a cheesy smile.

Seth shook his head. “You didn’t.”

“I love them all, but they were driving me crazy. I threatened to institute a demerit system on visitation tomorrow. How did the press conference go?”

“I told everyone you were holding the next Blake quarterback in your arms.”

Morgan giggled. “No pressure on your son at all. Your dad brought in this man he said was an old friend of the family. His name was T.K. Holbrook. Did you see him?”

“I ran into him downstairs.” Seth moved her bangs out of her eyes for her. Her hands were a bit full after all.

“Good. He seemed anxious to talk to you. I got the feeling it was about more than a congratulatory chat. What did he say?” Morgan furrowed her eyebrows.

“He wanted to congratulate me on the baby and the win today.”

The sound of Jake’s suckling noises echoed through the room.

Seth couldn’t help but grin. “Boy is he hungry.”

“He’s going to have your big appetite.”

Seth kept watching, entranced. Morgan had to cough to bring his attention back to her face.


“You do know my breasts won’t remain this size?”

He smirked. “They might.”

“Well, if I go back down to my normal cup size, maybe you’ll start looking me in the face again.” Morgan arched her eyebrow.

Seth held his hand to his chest, feigning indignation. “I beg your pardon. I was just admiring the luscious view.”

“Well, I got a spare tire to go with the bigger boobs.” She groaned.

“Morgan Blake, you are beautiful, right now, just the way you are.” Seth kissed her tenderly on the lips.

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How much I’d like to see your naked ass… @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSWeek21

Here are seven paragraphs of red light sexy from my new release To Growl or to Groan. Jorge is a jaguar shape-shifter, hence the purring is literal. 🙂

As if he has read my mind he strips from his shirt and reveals his chiseled abs. He grins wickedly, looking most pleased with the lust and love in my eyes.

Moisture pools in my panties as he effortlessly lifts my torso and removes my bra. His lips kiss down the side of my neck even as I cling to his torso, his soft chest hair caressing my cheek before I give in and pepper his chest with kisses.

His purring kicks into high gear. The vibrations kick my libido into the stratosphere and I press my weight into him.

“I need to be naked—like now.”

He chuckles. “As you wish.” He lets my torso fall back to the bed and slides his body down mine, using his tongue to tickle my sides with pleasure and pain.

I moan as he sweeps his tongue along my hip bone and slides his hand down my with my pants and underwear. His fine ass is tilted into the air, unfortunately still covered with sleep pants, and I wish my arms were longer so I could bare his bottom, pull it to me for a tasty bite.

Then he’s dropped my clothes and his lips meet my core, and I really don’t care about much of anything except the exquisite sensations he’s giving me. “Oh, God. Please don’t stop that—no matter how much I’d like to see your naked ass.”

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My New Release is Now Live!

It’s here: To Growl or to Groan, Hidden Lines book two! The sequel to To Hiss or to Kiss.

Her gift could save a missing girl…or destroy her relationship forever.

After receiving a troubling Tarot reading, Chloe just knows something big and bad is about to happen. Her ability to communicate with animals and shape-shifters is going awry, and her growing psychic abilities are beginning to scare her. Despite her unease, she won’t let anything interrupt her trip to Scotland to spend the holidays with her shape-shifter boyfriend’s family. Jorge is everything she’s always wanted, and the fire between Chloe and the passionate panther-shifter burns hot. But meeting his family has her nerves in knots.

When Jorge’s sister goes missing, Chloe’s psychic abilities might be the only thing that can help them find her. But things don’t go as planned, and with confusing psychic visions clouding her judgment, Chloe makes a mistake and an animal is injured. And Chloe fears she might hurt Jorge as well…