Saturday, May 22, 2021

Devil's Own by Suzy Shearer...

 Devil's Own


Suzy Shearer

DUE OUT May 27th!

When a deal’s made with The Devil, someone always has to pay.


By 51 Miranda Fleming had become a world famous artist. She lacked nothing, except a relationship. In fact in her entire dating life not one man had ever asked for a third date. She often joked she was the oldest living virgin.

But that was about to change and not in a way that she could’ve ever imagined—or desired!

He was The Devil. Satan. Lucifer, the Antichrist, the Beast. So many names, the list went on and on. A taker of souls, a dealer of desires and greed, the ultimate evil.

And now it was time to collect on the deal made about Miranda years ago. He’d kept her pure since then, just so he could torment and torture her.

That is, until he tired of her.

Trigger warnings: 

rape, abuse, torture, enforced compliance, kidnapping

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Molly’s Affaire de Coeur by Beth D Carter...

Molly’s Affaire de Coeur
Beth D Carter

Molly’s Affaire de Coeur…it’s a menage story that takes place in France. It had been previously published under a different title, but I took back the rights to make it better. I’ve grown as a writer, so I was glad to have the chance to rework some of the parts.

 How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
I lived in Paris for 4 months and explored the city every day. It was the adventure of a lifetime. I used all that experience to write Molly’s AdC. That’s why, in some scenes, it’s a lot of detailed exposition.  
How much real life do you put into or influences in this book?
A lot. Even down to the guy in the shower that Molly watches. When I moved into my apartment in Paris, the living room window looked down into my downstairs neighbor’s bathroom. I accidentally witnessed him showering one night, and that sparked an idea which eventually led to this story.
If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you recommend they start with and why?
I would say it depends on the genre you wish to read, because I’ve got a foot in a lot of them. Some of my favorites are Dreamland, When Lightening Strikes, Invincible…this one. Really, everyone should check out my bookography (I just made that word up).
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
I used to work for a film and tv editing company, who used to do the nomination packages for the Emmy’s and Oscars. I was able to attend the Emmy’s one year, wearing a beautiful dress and walking the red carpet. I got to see a lot of stars, including Jack Lemmon before he died. It was a fun time in my life, going to a few “Hollywood” parties and meeting celebrities. I’m glad I had the experience.

Everyone in her hometown knows that Molly Evain is shy.  As a librarian she relates to books better than to humans.  Quiet, reserved, demur...all words people use to describe her, including her boyfriend.  But when he pops the big question, Molly realizes she doesn't want to be those adjectives anymore.  What she doesn't know is if she's able to change since she suffers from panic attacks and agoraphobia.  In order to give herself time before answering, she decides to take an impromptu vacation to Paris.
A chance encounter puts her in the path of not one, but two, handsome men.  Regan Rookery is a hockey heartthrob, on vacation to find relaxation and anonymity in Europe.  Shane Gordon is the man she is having a voyeuristic romance with through her hotel window.  When she realizes both men are best friends and she’s whisked to the French countryside, Regan and Shane come to terms that they are both falling for the same girl.
But their lives are disrupted by the media attention of their relationship and Molly doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to handle the attention and publicity.  Does she run away, knowing that if she does, she could lose both men she’s come to love?

I began reading my mom’s Harlequin Presents in the fifth grade, and from the first story I knew I wanted to write romance novels. I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  

I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
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Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Lost and Found by Suzy Shearer...

Lost and Found
Suzy Shearer


One night of magic. That’s all they had together but it changed both their lives.

 Multi-millionaire Oliver Maxwell, 51, despairs of ever finding the woman who stole his heart that night.

Renowned artist Simone St Ives, 46, also knows her life was forever altered by that one chance encounter.

Both doubt they’ll ever find their soul mate again. Because finding them seems impossible when all you know about the other is their first name?

This is an erotic romance.
There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.


“What the fuck do you mean, you can’t find her?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell, but with so little to go on…” The nondescript man facing Oliver shrugged his shoulders, his arms apart in a gesture of defeat. He looked hesitant as he added, “I mean we don’t even have a last name, and you told me you can’t even be sure she lives in this city.”

Oliver’s deep growl escaped his throat without warning then he sighed. He knew the private investigator was correct, but it didn’t sit easily with him. He had to let go of his anger.

He drew in several deep breaths then nodded. “I understand completely, and I’m sorry. I do know you’ve done your best.”

“If we just had something else.” The plaintive note in his voice wasn’t lost on Oliver. “Even a last name, a suburb, a place of employment. Anything.”

Hundreds of times each day, Oliver wished he had the same things as he replied, “Thanks. If I discover any of those you’ll be the first to know.”

Both rose and shook hands, with the PI scuttling as fast as he could from the office. Yep, he’s glad to leave. Oliver sank back onto his chair, laying his head on his hands. He’d tried everything he could think of during the past three weeks to find his mystery woman to no avail. He had to face facts—she was gone.

I need you, where are you?

One night, that’s all they had, just one night. But it would be burnt into his memory forever. No other woman would, or could, ever come close to her. His life had been forever changed by one chance encounter. Oliver’s mind went back to that night, as it had done so often in the last three weeks.

He still couldn’t remember why he’d gone down in the elevator … probably something to do with the charity auction he’d been involved in. When the doors opened on the ground floor, a vision in cream entered the carriage. Oliver couldn’t move, he just stared at her. She looked over at him, her vivid green eyes widened, and he felt a jolt somewhere around his heart. She pressed a button.

Her melodic voice sent shivers down his spine as she asked, “What floor?”

“Wherever you’re going.”

Her mouth had opened slightly as she continued staring at him, taking one step toward him as if pulled by a huge magnet. It was as though they were the only two people left in the world. The doors began to close and Oliver quickly pushed forty as he stepped closer to her, his arm brushed against hers and she gasped. They both just stood there, so close to each other, staring into each other’s eyes. The elevator stopped and its doors began to open on the twentieth floor. She ignored the beckoning hallway and stayed looking at him. Upward they rode until they heard—ding, the fortieth floor.

To this day Oliver had no idea why he did it, nor why on earth she accepted, but he held out his hand and stood in the open elevator doorway. She looked at his upturned hand, then back to his face and with a smile that could have sunk a thousand ships, she put her hand in his. They walked in silence down the corridor.

Somehow he managed to pull his key-card from his pocket, then open the door to his hotel suite. He kicked it shut as they entered and the next second they were in each other’s arms. Her kisses were as frantic as his. They both tore at each other’s clothes until finally both were naked.   © Suzy Shearer 2021


Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn't just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Lake Macquarie region of NSW, Australia with one very spoilt new puppy and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy's Art



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Sunday, April 25, 2021

Running on Empty by Allyson Young...

 Running on Empty
Allyson Young

 Evernight Publishing-


J.R. Redding saves ailing companies, and if his relationships with his personal assistants raise eyebrows, whatever works. He steps in to save Alanna Giles’s company and get closer to the beautiful blonde. Her father agrees that Alanna fill the position of his P.A.—not that she’s to assume the submissive role J.R. demands—yet.

Alanna must recover the money her father stole and return it to the company—without alerting J.R. She knows what his assistants provide, but if she refuses, can she ensure her little sister is financially secure? She takes the position, leading J.R. to believe she’s agreeable—to everything.

Truth will out, and J.R. fires Alanna, as he can’t abide liars, though she hasn’t been lying to him for some time. She loves him.

As she leaves, tragedy strikes, and J.R. faces the fact he dismissed the woman he loves. Do his skills extend to saving her?

Be Warned: BDSM elements

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He didn’t bother to hide his displeasure this time, not even minimally. “Don’t go behind my back again. I don’t disrespect contracts. If you and I turned out to be incompatible, it wouldn’t have reflected on our preliminary payout figure.”

Inclining her head, she agreed. “I won’t. I apologize. I forgot my place.”

She ignored his comment about contracts because he was a despicable man even to remind her. The traitorous tinges of arousal hadn’t totally faded before his ire, and she found that far more disconcerting. His hard strength called to her, even as she was wary of it.

“Don’t forget it again. You won’t like the consequences. And no, you won’t be fired. I have other ways of dealing with disloyal employees.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to inquire if he was required to deal with large numbers of them. “I won’t forget, Mr. Redding.”

“Justin or JR.”

“No. You’re my boss.”

“And more, Alanna.” His tone was reasonable if the flaring in his eyes wasn’t.

Feeling her face flush, she lifted her head and stared him down. “Having sex with you doesn’t change facts, Mr. Redding.

“Let’s get things out in the open, sweetheart. You appear to be carrying a huge chip on your shoulder. You agreed verbally. And you read the contract and agreed to it. You wanted this.”

“I know better than to waste my energy in a futile battle.”

JR barked a huff of laughter. “You could have refused and quit. Found a position elsewhere. One you wouldn’t have found so distasteful.”

“Not an option.”


Oh, no. She wasn’t going there. “I don’t have to explain myself, Mr. Redding. I agreed to be your PA, and all that entails from your … perspective, for the next six months or until my father is recovered enough to take over. We’ll ensure the viability of the company. What else matters?”

“I don’t force women.”

That bold statement made her head swim. The man was indeed a piece of work. A gorgeous, hot piece of work who appeared to believe that having his personal assistants sign a contract giving him not only their job skills but total access to their bodies with a nondisclosure agreement attached wasn’t forcing women.

But then, the other women before her hadn’t likely felt forced, and he was simply protecting himself from a lawsuit. With a hitch in her chest, she again wondered how many of them moved on or were moved on with their hearts broken. Not that there was any worry for her in that regard. She might be drawn to him physically, but she didn’t like him—or trust him.

“I signed the contract. You won’t be forcing me,” she repeated, suddenly struck with the fear he’d release her and pack it in himself. And the company would fail without his guidance, and her sister would suffer and—

“Jesus, Alanna! What is it with you? Do you have some kind of condition going on that you blank out?”

“What?” She pulled herself out of the anxious spiral. She had to convince him! “No, I’m fine. And you won’t have to force me. I want to do this. I do. I … I’ve found you attractive from the beginning as you probably noticed, and, well, I decided to quit fighting it.”

“Ah… Good. Well, one last thing. If I do anything to you or ask you to do something you absolutely cannot abide, you’re to say the word breakpoint.”

He was talking about a safeword. Holy shit. Oh, God. She tried to breathe evenly but knew the rapid rise and fall of her chest was giving her away.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He was obviously brooking no argument and never had he looked so arrogant and determined.

“The contract said submissive. I stroked it out, and you initialed it. I’m not interested in BDSM.”

“And we aren’t entering into such a formal relationship, I assure you. But I am demanding sexually, and I sense something in you that has me believing you’ll meet my needs.” He smiled again, and her belly lurched. “I’m only ensuring you won’t be pushed too far.”

She hardly knew this man. They’d struck sparks each and every time they’d met, and she hadn’t cared to get to know him better, especially when he was taking over and making her uncertain about the future.

And when she’d said she didn’t like him, it was true. He was difficult to like because he embodied every male quality she’d decided to dislike and avoid.

She wanted a kind, gentle man, one who respected her wishes and treated her sweetly. She hadn’t found that fictional individual, and it wasn’t likely she would, considering the cutthroat nature of the business she worked in and its demands on her time, let alone her commitment to Lonnie.

But that didn’t mean she ever wanted to like Justin Redding. So the compatibility he thought he’d picked up on was chemistry, something she’d already acknowledged.

“Suffice it to say I’ll hold up my end of the bargain. You won’t have to force me.”

“I didn’t mean to imply I’d have to force your body, Alanna. I have considerable confidence in my sexual expertise. But I won’t force you to submit to me. You’ll come to that on your own.”

Fat chance. “When would you like to get started? I’ll fetch my laptop.”

“No need. We’ll be brainstorming for now. And we’ll start immediately. Strip.”

Her movement to rise from her chair was arrested. Her brain turned the command over in her head. She cautiously looked his way.

He stared back, waiting, not moving a muscle. She had agreed to this, had willingly consented to his demands. She’d made her choice, no matter how she might want to make it his fault.

“Did you ask me to strip?” She thought she might ask, just in case…

“I told you.”

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Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of May 2020 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

Twitter - Allyson Young  @allysonyoung45

Friday, April 02, 2021

The Fall that Kills by Peri Elizabeth Scott...

 The Fall that Kills


Peri Elizabeth Scott


Rayne St. Cyr, Marquess of Seaford, is resigned to marry and produce heirs. He then learns his bride is partaking of a Season, arranged by her father, the Baron, to force his hand. His honor impugned, the secret behind the arranged marriage additionally fuels his ire.

Believing Lady Emma to be no different than her odious father, St. Cyr hatches a nefarious plan: quickly marry and seclude her, visiting only to beget those heirs.

Lady Emma Newmark is kind and caring, though at the mercy of her widowed father. Now, rushed into marriage, isolated in a ruined castle with a man who exudes contempt—yet draws her all the same—she despairs.

Spurned and humiliated, left with servants who apparently plot her demise, she runs away, preferring to choose her fate.

Rayne comes to his senses and saves her, but can a new plan gain her forgiveness—and love?



Hysteria nibbled around the edges of her current forced calm.

“My lady.”

There it was, her name forgotten. Again. Good, the more formal, the better.


She started. He was prescient. She was doomed. Cautiously looking his way, she said, “My lord?”

He was staring, his amber eyes darkened, his chin propped on steepled fingers, and she couldn’t look away. He said, “When we are alone, I’d prefer you call me Rayne. I realize I hadn’t given you leave before, just as I now presume to call you Emma, but—”

She was shaking her head, seemingly unable to stop the motion. Was she to have given permission first? Was that what he was inferring? That she was at fault? Again? Exhaustion swatted at her like a horse’s tail on a fly.

Then some imp from childhood overtook her, and she spoke without censoring herself, her speech taking on a life of its own, forgetting her vulnerability. “Not once did you indicate a need for familiarity, St. Cyr. Nor did you invite it. Your reserve, your very formality, a certain rudeness, to be frank, clarified our respective roles. You’d already judged me and held me to my father’s standards. You hate me! Hold me in contempt! And brought me here where I would be forgotten until you … until you could send word to … do away with me. All that nonsense about heirs, seducing me—it was all prevarication and, and lust. When all I wanted, all I coveted, was a child. Ch … children. And what I nearly did…”

Aware her voice had risen and then broken on the last of her tirade, Emma caught up a patched napkin and pressed it to her mouth, aghast. The broth scalded up her throat, and she choked, watching her husband’s face. The bronzed skin was ashen, and what could only be horror painted lines and shadows across his handsome features.

He shoved to his feet, and she mirrored him, somehow avoiding his grasp, her feet screaming with pain but not deterring her in a headlong rush to somewhere, anywhere. There was no need for further games and fake sensibilities now. She’d doomed herself, and terror gave her wings.

It wasn’t enough. St. Cyr’s longer legs cut the distance, and he swept her up, ignoring her pitiful struggles, and carried her up the stairs. Mrs. Murrow’s and Floyd’s startled visages flitted across her peripheral vision, and then she swooned.







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Peri Elizabeth Scott aka Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of January 2021 she has published seven series and more than a dozen standalones, with others in the works.