Friday, April 02, 2021

The Fall that Kills by Peri Elizabeth Scott...

 The Fall that Kills

by

Peri Elizabeth Scott

BLURB:

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?

 

EXCERPT:

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.

“Emma.”

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.

 


BUY LINKS:

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-fall-that-kills-by-peri-elizabeth-scott/

Siren: https://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-fall-that-kills-mf

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B091524JYG

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/the-fall-that-kills

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-fall-that-kills-peri-elizabeth-scott/1139129145?ean=2940164858728

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

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.


www.perielizabethscott.com

peribeth@hotmail.ca

https://www.facebook.com/sweetnspicyauthor/

Thursday, March 18, 2021

Wednesday, March 03, 2021

Paranormal Romance Week...

 It's Paranormal Romance week on the TBR blog - your chance to win!

There are 3 of my books up for grabs. Check out the schedule below to find your chance to win!

Paranormal Romance Week Schedule - March 1st  to 8th

 March 1 

9am - Welcome Post

            Giveaway 1: Swag from Jessica Coulter Smith

            Giveaway 2: Phenomenal Touch Box set by Marie Lavender

            Giveaway 3: $5 Evernight gift card

 

2pm – Donna Steele Post

            Giveaway: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Calling All Villains by James Cox

                                Holiday Magic by Alexa Piper

                                Prophecy of the Mayan Undead by Fiona McGier

            Giveaway 3: Dangerous Currents by Anne Kane

                                The Alphas Demiwolf by Gale Stanley

                                Calling All Villains by James Cox

March 2nd

 9am – Seelie Kay Post  

            Giveaway 1: $10 gift card

            Giveaway 2: In His Sights by Laura Baird

                                Love Tattoo by Leeann Murphy

                                The Alpha’s Demiwolf by Gale Stanley

            Giveaway 3: Dangerous Currents by Anne Kane

                                 A Taste of Magic by Alexa Piper

                                Calling All Villains by James Cox

 

2pm – James Cox Post

            Giveaway 1: $20 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Blue Mountain by Cardeno C.

                                 Stephen by Sean Michael

                                 Trouble Comes in Threes by M.A. Church

            Giveaway 3: Blue Mountain by Cardeno C.

                                 Rescued by the Alpha by M.M. Wilde

                                 Book of Orlando by Laura Lascarso

 March 3rd

 9am – Christine Anna Kirchoff Post

            Giveaway 1: $20 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Forged Alliances by Katherine McIntyre

                                 Not Such an Innocent Angel by Beth Carter

                                 Calling All Villains by James Cox

            Giveaway 3: Dangerous Currents by Anne Kane

                                 Calling All Villains by James Cox

 

2pm – Fiona McGier Post

            Giveaway 1: $20 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: First we Kill All The Lawyers by Seelie Kay

                                 Calling All Villains by James Cox

                                 Love Tattoo by LeeAnn Murphy

            Giveaway 3: The Rogue King by Abigail Owens

                                 Dangerous Currents by Anne Kane

                                 Horse Mountain Heat by Sierra Brave

 

March 4th

 9am – Sean Michael Post

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Marked Yours by Elizabeth Noble

                                 Book of Orlando by Laura Lascarso

                                 Blue Mountain by Cardeno C.

            Giveaway 3: Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell

                                Rescued by the Alpha by M.M. Wilde

                                Blue Mountain by Cardeno C.


 

2pm – Ellen Mint Post

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Daemons are Forever by Suzy Shearer

                                 Love Tattoo by LeeAnn Murphy

                                 Prophecy of the Mayan Undead by Fiona McGier

            Giveaway 3: A Little Mysterious by Elodie Parkes

                                 Hunter’s Bride by Alexa Piper

                                 Calling All Villains by James Cox

 March 5th

 9am – Laura Lascarso Post

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Blue Mountain by Cardeno C.

                                 The Ugly Duckling by Sean Michael

                                 Dear Heart by ED Parr

                                 Rescued by the Alpha by M.M. Wilde

            Giveaway 3: Blue Mountain by Cardeno C.

                                 Rescued by the Alpha by M.M Wilde

                                 Book of Orlando by Laura Lascarso

 

2pm – Beth Carter Post

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Claw by Ellen Mint

                                  A Wolf's Tale by Suzy Shearer

                                 Hunting in Spring by Katherine McIntyre

                                 The Rogue King by Abigail Owens

            Giveaway 3: Calling All Villains by James Cox

                                  Calling All Heroes by James Cox

 

6pm – M.A. Church Post

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Blond by ED Parr

                                 Book of Orlando by Laura Lascarso

                                 Need by Sean Michael

 March 6th

 9am – Elyzabeth Valey Post

            Giveaway 1: $20 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Dangerous Currents by Anne Kane

                                 The Alpha’s Demiwolf by Gale Stanley

                                 The Rogue King by Abigail Owens

            Giveaway 3: The Rogue King by Abigail Owens

                                Café in the Park by Elodie Parkes

 

2pm -Jessica Coulter Smith

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Claw by Ellen Mint

                                  Blood War by Suzy Shearer

                                  The Rogue King by Abigail Owens

 March 7th

 9am – Elizabeth Noble

            Giveaway 1: $10 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: Book of Orlando by Laura Lascarso

                                 Rescued by the Alpha by M.M. Wilde

                                  Bite by Sean Michael

 

2pm – End Post

            Giveaway 1: $50 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 2: $50 Amazon gift card

            Giveaway 3: Swag from Jessica Coulter Smith

            Giveaway 4: Print signed copy of Saving Parris by Lynn Collins

Giveaway 5: My Dark Fairytale by Christine Anna Kirchoff


 March 8th

Winner’s announced, no specific time.

Saturday, February 27, 2021

The Punishment Club by D A Maddox...

The Punishment Club
Part Two: Sunday Service
by
D A Maddox


BLURB:

     At Huntington Regional Detention Center, the time has come for the four freshman pledges of the Punishment Club to complete their sentence. Their final day in the Controlled Judicial Humiliations Program will take them to the outermost limits of their endurance. They will be tested by torment, scourged with shame. For Emma Jo and Buddy, for Peter and Cassidy, only love can temper the agony of their discipline—and only friendship can give them the strength to deliver a little justice of their own.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, spanking, paddling, whipping, public exhibition, f/f sex, forced seduction

STORY EXCERPT:  

“We’re all alone, bucko.” She got off her bike, rested it against the nearest tree, and held out her hand to him.

Buddy dismounted. “We’re going swimming?” he asked, nodding at the gym bag. “Got a guy’s suit in there?”

“Maybe,” she said, taking his hand. “In a little bit. Come on.”

He walked with her. His heart was already racing. He hadn’t actually thought they were here to go swimming—he wasn’t that dim—but if she wanted to play coy, he could play coy, too. For himself, he would have been content just that she was holding his hand and walking with him. He could be happy without a lot of unnecessary talk. But if this was shaping up to be more than that, as he guessed, he was more than ready. And Emma Jo, she was…

He stopped, right where the grass began to recede. Emma Jo turned to him.

“I’m just going to say this,” he said, summoning fortitude, taking breath. “You’re beautiful. And… I—I mean everything about you, Emma Jo. Your eyes, your face … your courage, the way you always tell the truth…”

Her hand left his. She cupped the side of his face. “Thank you, Buddy,” she said, kissing him softly, breathing into his mouth. “So are you. Don’t you know that?”

He kissed her in return, hands gently squeezing her upper arms, which were both soft and strong, just like the rest of her. “I don’t deserve you,” he said. It was a thought that had occurred to him more than once—not something he dwelled on every second of the day, but still, it had occurred to him. “But I want you, Emma Jo. It’s selfish. And it’s too soon, but I think I love you.”

“Buddy,” Emma Jo said slowly, running a hand through his hair, thumbing his ear, stopping at the back of his neck, “you do deserve me. And do you know why?”

He shook his head. He was so happy, but he still wanted to cry. And he honestly didn’t know the answer.

“Because I want you,” she said, her voice steady and determined. “Because you’re beautiful. The way you talk when you have something to actually say. The guts you showed in court when you tried to take the fall for all of us. Your heart. Your sweetness. The way you listen—the deep, still waters behind those dark eyes. I love you, Buddy.”

Her other hand at the front of his pants. 

"And this, too,” she said. “I’ve loved this from the first time I saw it.”

Another kiss, this one initiated by Buddy—long and slow and deep, his hands around her back, her hands at his shoulders and his rear. They drank each other.

“Don’t deny me, Buddy.”

He shook his head. He pulled back, gasping. “Are we going to—?”

“Yes, Buddy. Right now. Are you ready?”

He nodded, panting. “Are you? Are you sure?”

She let go of him, slung the duffel bag to the ground—yanked open the zipper with a haste that betrayed her need. From it, she drew forth a long, wide, soft-as-down white blanket and spread it on the ground where the grass was thinnest.

Then she came for him again, both hands extended. He took them. He smiled at her, unabashed by the tears in his eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he said.

“Believe it,” she said, her voice husky with longing. Then, before stepping onto the blanket, she said, “Take your shoes off.” She kicked hers to the side without untying them.

Buddy reached down and hauled them off—then tossed them over his shoulders and behind him, not caring where they landed.

“Come here,” she said, curling her pointing finger, drawing him closer. “I’ve got a surprise.”

He stepped onto the blanket. Another one? he thought.

And she delivered—big time—when she reached into her back pocket and retrieved the small square of plastic with the raised ring in the middle. She flashed it to him like a precious gem she’d been eager to show off.

“Where,” he floundered—then started over. “How? Emma Jo? You have to be—”

“Twenty-three,” she agreed, her face unrefined smugness. “Thought I might get lucky asking Cassidy’s former roommate, Toni. No dice. But she did refer me to someone who kept a little hidden contraband.”

“Oh?” Buddy asked, reaching out as though to receive the holy grail.

“Your roommate, Ernie Morse. Also a senior, right?”

Eyes wide, Buddy nodded. And he thought, Still looking out for me like you’ve done since the frat interview.

Buddy knelt, set the condom on the blanket, then rose to his feet again and gave Emma Jo another kiss. “You’re very good at … planning,” he said, worshiping her mouth, her cheek, her forehead.

Emma Jo’s hand worked him over the fabric of his jeans. She shook her head. “I just … don’t want … to get into trouble,” she huffed into him, kissing him back on the neck. “Now hold still. I want to do this. I want to put it on you.”

Buddy straightened—in more ways than one. His cock ached against the inside of his pants. Feel free, he thought. Strip me. Show me no mercy. That’s the only thing I don’t want from you.

Emma Jo seemed to be of similar mind. “Such a good boy,” she said, tapping his nose—then dropping to his waist. Feverishly, she worked at unbuckling his belt, and in three stiff yanks she had it through the loops. Then the button over the zipper. Buddy looked straight ahead, and so he heard rather than saw his zipper come down. But he could not keep himself from watching when she tugged his pants down—leaving him in his underwear, which she could easily have brought down with them.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No,” he said, though his cock jutted up like a tower and he was flushed in the face, even though Emma Jo’s fingers traced his manhood through his underwear, closer to the skin than they ever had before. He caught himself before allowing the drool to escape his lips, and he said, “Go ahead.”

She brought his boxers down to his ankles, exposing him completely, then ran the side of her finger along his length. Buddy had to redirect his gaze yet again. If he watched her doing that, he’d shoot. But … just feeling her do it was nothing short of incredible. It was so much better than being handled by strangers—or even Matron. This was neither punishment, nor humiliation, nor the clinical protection against blue balls. It was love, the first expression of it. And although he didn’t mind being the only one naked in front of Emma Jo, he longed to return that love.

But first, the tearing of plastic. The placement of the receptacle center of the condom over his tip. Buddy’s hands trembled at his side.

Help me not to lose it, God, he prayed. Not now, not now.

Emma Jo eased the ring of the condom down his shaft, unrolling it onto his hardness neither so slow as to cause him to ejaculate, nor so fast as to seem uncaring. “Jesus,” she breathed, “Buddy, not that it matters, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this big before.”

Buddy dropped to his knees to meet her eye-to-eye. “I’ve never felt this big before,” he said, then reached forward to undress her.

© D A Maddox 2021


ABOUT:

D.A. Maddox lives a quiet life in a small apartment in Woodbridge, Virginia with his cat, Shazam. He works very hard at the day job—but he rises each morning before the sun to get his words in. He enjoys drinking coffee from his mug of Shakespearean insults while writing, then revising in the evening while hard rock music from the 80s plays in the background. He has a penchant for naughty tales of excess and extreme BDSM, but at the core of all of his stories there is a heart, characters to root for and to love, and (of course) a happily-ever-after when all is said and done.


BUY LINKS:

Evernight : https://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-punishment-club-sunday-service-by-d-a-maddox/

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1071180

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XJPXXFC

SOCIAL MEDIA & EMAIL:

https://www.facebook.com/DAMaddoxAuthor/

Email:  damaddox@yahoo.com

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Blood War by Suzy Shearer...

 Blood War

by

Suzy Shearer

Ella Conlan woke to a strange day. At 55 she thought her life was simply ordinary, even a little dull, except for having RH-null blood. But she hadn't counted on being the center of a Blood War between two warring factions of vampires. Nor had she counted on being the mate of not one but two handsome vampires.

 Jarek Hoggarth and his mate, Leon Fenton, are over the moon when they discover the woman with the rare blood group they've been searching for is their bond mate!

 Now all they have to do is stop her from being killed, rescue her, convince her to donate her blood, and then finally get her to accept that she is destined to spend eternity with the two of them. 


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

 

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/blood-war-by-suzy-shearer/



STORY EXCERPT:  

Schrö wandered in through the door cat-flap and sat at her feet, expecting a treat or at the very least a pat. Still distracted, she ignored him and literally boiled the water three times—all the while thinking of the words she thought she had heard. At last she managed to make the coffee and took it into the studio. Ella struggled to push the strange warning away from her thoughts as she began the mammoth task of filing and cleaning up.

The doorbell rang just after ten, and she handed over the work of many months—entrusting its care to the courier company, with warnings of dire consequences should anything happen. Maybe Ella could finally relax now that the piece was gone.

“I hope tonight I’ll get a proper night’s sleep.”

She spent the rest of the day cleaning up. Schrö spent the day trying to drag things out of the wastepaper basket or pull things off the table until at last he curled up and went to sleep amid a pile of discarded fabrics.

Around five fifty Ella made herself a stir-fry and fed Schrö. Then the two of them settled in the family room, Ella to read and Schrö to spend his time washing.

When the sun had descended to the horizon, Ella’s apprehension took over. Try as she might, she couldn’t ignore the warning she’d imagined this morning. Her stomach tied itself in knots, and her heart beat just a little faster.

As the sun completed its downward journey, Ella realized she’d read the same paragraph at least a dozen times. She put her book aside, got to her feet, and peeked out the window into the darkness. Every sound seemed magnified. Ella could hear Schrö’s soft snores, a dog down the street barking. Someone revved their car as they went around a corner, tires screeching. A few late birds heading back to their nests let out a squawk or two. Everything appeared perfectly normal.

She sighed, then sat down again. “This is so stupid. Nothing’s going to happen.”

Another few minutes of staring at the wall. Then Schrö sat up, ears going alert, fur beginning to rise. Ella turned her head this way and that, seeing nothing. She thought she heard faint voices coming from the backyard. Her heart beat a crazy tattoo. Ella tip-toed on shaky legs quietly through to the kitchen, peeked out the window, but once more saw nothing unusual.

Creeping back into the family room, she jumped and muffled a scream when someone knocked on the front door. Hand over her heart, she turned on the outside lights and took a deep breath. Only then did she open the door very carefully.

She certainly wasn’t expecting to see the very handsome, tall man. He looked to be around forty, with straight dark hair that fell past his shoulders. A strange, immediate attraction to him threw her off balance.

Despite herself, Ella felt a sudden rush of heat to her face. Her muscles twitchy and quivering, she tried to push aside her fright and said, “Yes?”

He just stared at her as if in total amazement, his brilliant brown eyes wide. She said hello a few more times, but he seemed to be in another world, never taking his gaze from her face.

Ella, meanwhile, had the sudden urge to kiss him. In fact, she’d have liked to do more than just kiss him.

I’d love to see what he has hidden in those pants! Wait. Where the hell had that come from?

Another man stood a few paces behind, scanning her front yard as if on guard. He was just as tall but had dark blond hair resting on his shoulders. He turned his head. On seeing her, his eyes widened.

 

Be still my heart. Oh my goodness, they are both so delicious. I want them both! She shook her head. What the fuck has gotten into me?

These two men were all she could focus on. She was tongue-tied. Somehow she needed to ignore her raging libido. Ella tried almost uselessly to push her X-rated thoughts away. Stop imagining kissing them while they’re both naked! She brushed her hand across her mouth, hoping she wasn’t drooling. Clearing her throat, she managed to speak again, despite imagines of bare chests, sexy lips, and other manly delights invading her mind.

The man in front of her seemed to come back to his senses.

From that moment on, her world dove headlong into madness. Nothing would ever be the same again.

© Suzy Shearer 2021


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