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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Book Spotlight + Excerpt: Saving Attractions by Rebecca Airies

Adalyn Jameson fears she and her trade ship crewmates will die on the uninhabited planet where they’ve been stranded by pirates. Before panic sets in, Zarain shifters arrive to help them. Ada does not fight her intense attraction to one of the brawny shifters. A short, sizzling affair with this man is the perfect way to occupy her time before she goes back to normal life.

Jagger Antein thought babysitting a stranded crew until they could be evacuated from the planet would be an easy assignment. He never expected to find his mate among those he rescued. Now that he has, he’ll seduce her and keep her close before he claims her. When members of the crew are attacked again, he’ll have to discover who’s behind it and what they’re after if he hopes to keep his mate safe.

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“What do you want, Ada?” Jagger tried not to pull her closer, but his hand continued stroking her back. He’d have loved to make the touch more intimate, but he didn’t want her to say he’d coerced her with sex. Not when she was so close to making the decision on her own. Then he’d show her that she belonged with him.

“I don’t like you.” One of her hands clenched on his shirt, but the other smoothed over skin just above his pants.

He grinned at that blatant lie. She more than liked him. He could feel the intensity of her emotions but couldn’t read her thoughts. Not that he’d ever be able to truly do that. He’d be able to pick up focused thoughts when she learned to send to him or the very strong thoughts when she was agitated.

She didn’t like that everything wasn’t her choice. He’d had a few thoughts about that of his own and he’d expected to automatically be drawn to his mate. For someone who hadn’t expected it, it would take time to get accustomed to the idea even if they could feel the attraction.

“Tell me what you need.” He let her other hand go and cupped her cheek. Her muscles had relaxed and most of the scent of anger had dissipated. Through their connection, he could feel a little frustration, confusion and anger, but more arousal.

“You know I want you. You said you could smell it.” Her eyes narrowed on him.

And her scent was driving him insane with the desire to fuck her, take her and make sure she realized that she was his woman. He was going to make her face facts now. He stepped close to her and hooking a foot behind her ankle, took them both down to the blanket.

“I can and I’m going to taste it as well. You’re going to admit you’re my mate, Ada, over and over again.” He braced himself over her and looked down at her.

Her curly red hair fanned around her head on the blanket. A pink tint highlighted her cheekbones and her brown eyes seemed to glow. She was gorgeous. He lowered his head and nipped at her full lips. He wanted to strip off her clothes and drive his cock deep into her pussy, but he needed to hear those words even more.

As he moved down her body, he realized he should have stripped her clothes off before he took her to the blanket. Too late for that now. He backed away, just enough so that he could tug her into a sitting position. She frowned at him, confused. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it up without a word. She lifted her arms to let him draw the shirt over her head. He dropped it to the ground and pressed her back to the blanket.

“My woman. My mate.” He nibbled his way down her neck. The lure of the reddened nipples drew him.

He’d get her out of her pants and shoes a little later. First, he wanted to give some attention to those hardened peaks. Her hands stroked his shoulders. He lifted his head. He wasn’t going to let her distract him. He gripped her hands and pressed them down beside her hips.

“Keep them there.” He gave a slight squeeze on her wrists before he released them.

He returned his attention to the plump mounds with the darkened peaks. He licked his way up the creamy white skin. Her breath hitched as he swirled his tongue around the stiff peaks. The taste of her skin lured him back just as the deepening scent of her arousal urged him to do more.

He rubbed his lips over the peaks, lightly brushing them, not taking them in his mouth as he wanted. As he knew she wished he’d do. Her back arched, lifting her nipples against his mouth in silent urging.

He swiped his tongue over the right bud. She moaned. He smiled. He loved her reactions. Blowing a puff of air over the moistened peak, he set out to make her even wilder than she was now. He wanted her desperate. After what happened yesterday and her insistence that she couldn’t be his mate, he was aching to claim her.

“Jagger, damn you, suck my breast or stop playing around!” Her voice cracked as he trailed his tongue over the peak again.

He looked up at her and found her glaring down at him. Judging by that searing glance and the scent of her arousal, she was heating nicely. He was pleased that her hands hadn’t lifted from the blanket. “In time.”

He returned to his ministrations at her breast. Dragging his tongue over the stiff peak, he tormented her nipple. She moaned and arched, but her hands remained clenched on the blanket. Her body shivered when he finally put his mouth over her hardened nub. He drew on it hard before scraping his teeth over it and drawing back. He moved to the other side and treated it to the same slow torment.

She was trembling when he began to move down her body. As he did, he gripped the waistband of her pants and began to pull them down. He wanted to see and taste her sweet pussy and this was in the way. In any other circumstances, he would have ripped the garment off her, but she didn’t have anything else to wear back to camp.

“Jagger.” Her hips lifted and her thighs parted.

The inviting move sent more blood racing straight to his cock but didn’t help him get the last of her clothes off. He tugged off her shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. After he pulled her pants and underwear off, he stared down at her curvy, long legs. They parted, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. The lips glistened with her juices.

He moved up between them and swiped his tongue over the plump folds. Her hips wriggled. He gripped her hip with one hand as ran his tongue between the folds. Her taste and her scent flooded his senses and he wanted more. He wanted to feel her climax beneath his tongue and then to experience the ripple of her pussy over his cock as he fucked her. Mates. He had to remind himself that he needed to hear her say the words. She’d believe it and know that she was his.

About the Author

Rebecca Airies writes fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance. She’s been a dreamer all of her life. She loves getting lost in the lives of her characters and learning about them. In her free time, you might find her reading, writing (Yes, she write in her free time, too—bad poetry, flash fiction and you never know when the muse will strike), gardening, listening to music and spending time with family and friends.  A native Texan, she was raised in small town, but now lives in Abilene. Rebecca would love to hear from you, visit her website and drop her a note. You can find her books at Ellora’s Cave.

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“We’re not boys anymore” – Familiar Desires by Rebecca Airies

Rebecca Airies, a fellow Red Hot Authors Cafe member, has a new release out. Check it out. WARNING: The excerpt is hot!

Alana returns to her hometown to investigate a series of disappearances, but coming home means facing the men who are her wizards and mates. A spell forces her to work alongside the sexy-as-sin brothers and the heat of their ménage flares to life. Her inner shifter wants to emerge and claim her men, but there’s so much unsaid between them.

Kane and Michael have waited years for Alana. Their Familiar fled without explanation and this time she’s not going to slip away. Their shared magic grows more intense with each passing day, but they mean to show her that there’s more than a mystical bond between them. Michael and Kane will use the sizzling desire to lure her closer until she realizes she belongs with them.

Even as Michael, Kane and Alana savor the passion, they must discover who’s behind the kidnappings, before their chance at forever is taken away.


“We’re not boys anymore. We’ve thought about this for years. Now, trust us to know what we want and just let things go naturally. If that means you jump us, then we’re not going to complain about it.” Kane nibbled at her neck.

Alana chuckled. “Nice image and it might not be too far off from the truth.”

“Not running scared. Now relax a little and just enjoy. We’ll go no farther than you let us.” He moved a little closer and rested his palm on her stomach. Her muscles tightened beneath his hand, but she didn’t grab for him.

“You’ll know if someone comes close?” She met his eyes squarely.

He knew with that question she was agreeing to their touch, but he held in the shout of triumph. He put up a shield net around them. It wouldn’t hurt anyone who encountered it, but it would warn them of the approach. “Before you get even a whiff of a strange scent, we’ll know.”

“Um, you’d better be sure of that.” She smirked tauntingly. “My nose is very good.”

“We’re doubly sure, baby.” Kane nipped at her neck and pulled her closer. “Now give me a kiss and let us get acquainted with your body.”

“You held me last night,” she whispered the words. She leaned toward him and her mouth raised for the kiss.

“Not like we wanted to. We had clothes on and I wanted to feel every inch of your skin on mine.” Michael drew his hands down the outsides of her thighs and then back up them. He didn’t want to force her into more than she was ready to accept.

“I wanted that too.” Alana barely got the words out before Kane’s lips covered hers.

Michael explored the curve of her thigh, ass and up to her waist. He pushed the shirt up while his hands traveled over the warm skin of her belly. He wanted to go slow, but he needed to touch her in some way. He’d love to see it, but he wanted to let her relax a little more.

She moaned and her stomach tightened beneath his fingers. He loved the sound. He wanted to learn how she responded to the feel of his lips, what she liked and what sent her right over the edge. His imagination didn’t come close to how sweet it was to touch and simply be with her.

“What do you want us to do? What do you like?” Michael trailed his fingers up her ribs.

Alana wiggled. Her mouth tore away from Kane’s. “Tickles a little. Touch me anywhere. My breasts, my legs, my—”

Michael held back a laugh when her voice cut off as Kane’s lips once again closed over hers. Michael took the “anywhere” as an invitation. He unbuttoned her shirt slowly. He gave her time to object to the touch. She didn’t even tense. Once he reached the last button, he spread the fabric wide, baring her to his gaze.

He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts in a pink lacy bra. He wanted to peel the the delicate lingerie off of her slowly, but at the same time, he ached to rip it away and bare those gorgeous mounds. The fabric loosened and he realized his brother must have unfastened the catch at her back. Michael tugged it down and let it hang beneath her breasts, the straps caught up on her arms with her shirt.

Those firm mounds entranced him. They were perfect. Not too full, but enough to provide a nice bit of cleavage and the perfect amount to suck and nibble. He reached out and drew his fingers across the underside of one. He traced the mound, staying carefully away from the nipple even though he’d love to touch and taste. Not too fast. He kept the litany in his head. Her hand covered his and pressed it to her breast.

He reveled in the knowledge she wanted more. He was happy to give it to her.  His fingers tightened He squeezed the mound and stroked his thumb over the taut nipple. Her back arched, mashing her breast tighter into his hand. A soft groan rolled from her, muffled by Kane’s mouth. Michael used his free hand to pluck at the nipple of her right breast while he squeezed and caressed the left.

“One day, I want to stretch you out on the bed and simply look at you for a while. Then I want to take my time sucking at these nipples and discovering how sensitive they are.” Michael flicked his thumb across her nipple at the same moment he plucked the other.

Alana groaned and her legs shifted restlessly.

“I think she liked that. Check and see. I’ll take care of this.” Kane’s hand took the place of his on one of her breasts.

Check and see, definitely his pleasure. He let his hand trail down her bare stomach to the closure of her pants. He’d love to strip her out of them, but she’d feel to exposed and vulnerable here. Drawing his fingers over the zipper, he let his eyes trail up over her taut body. His fingertips trailed down the seam between her legs.

“I think I feel a little moisture here.” Michael drew his finger up and down the seam over her sweet cunt.

“Touch me, Michael.” Alana’s thighs widened more and her hips lifted.

“Better give our Familiar what she needs. She might decide to make you pay if you don’t.” Kane spread kisses from her neck back up to her lips.

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Rebecca Airies writes fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance. She’s been a dreamer all of her life. She loves getting lost in the lives of her characters and learning about them. In her free time, you might find her reading, writing (Yes, she write in her free time, too—bad poetry, flash fiction and you never know when the muse will strike), gardening, listening to music and spending time with family and friends.  A native Texan, she was raised in small town, but now lives in Abilene. Rebecca would love to hear from you, visit her website and drop her a note. You can find her books at Ellora’s Cave.

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