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Spookiness for a Cause

Right now, I think we can all agree that the world is a pretty shitty place. There’s so much unrest and misery everywhere we look, and honestly, sometimes, it’s so overwhelming, I don’t know where to put the time and energy I have available into fixing it. I know a lot of the people I talk to feel the same way. So, I’d like to share a low-effort, impactful way you can help at least one group of people.

In August, I went to the Rust City Book Con, and I was lucky enough to meet Marie Piper. She’s a fabulous author, and all around awesome person. She’s also part of a project that’s raising money for Chicago-area charities who provide services for area’s homeless population.

Winter is coming, and winter in Chicago is absolutely brutal. Marie and eight other authors donated their time and talents (as did the cover artist) to put together a spooky anthology that releases on October 17th. All proceeds are going the above mentioned charities.

I just bought my copy. I hope you’ll pick up a copy, too. Every little bit helps, so I hope that you’ll help R. Diamond, Harley Easton, Gregory L. Norris, Randi Perrin, CM Peters, Marie Piper, S.B. Roark, Sienna Saint-Cyr, and Katey Tattrie help the Chicago-area homeless.

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Pre-order Haunt today! 

 A shadow at the window…A creak in the floorboards…

The air is getting colder and the leaves are beginning to change. Halloween is just around the corner. This October, let R. Diamond, Harley Easton, Gregory L. Norris, Randi Perrin, CM Peters, Marie Piper, S.B. Roark, Sienna Saint-Cyr, and Katey Tattrie give you the shivers with HAUNT, a collection of nine brand-new and wide-ranging tales of haunted dwellings.

 

Roommates by Katey Tattrie

Redemption Hill by Randi Perrin

By Tethers Bound by S.B. Roark

The B Room by CM Peters

Error by R. Diamond

The Shut-In by Gregory L. Norris

Jessie by Marie Piper

Possessed by Sienna St. Cyr

People who live in Glass Sanitoriums by Harley Easton

 

*All proceeds from HAUNT will go to Chicago-area charities that provide services for the homeless population.*

Available October 17th, 2017 via Amazon.

For more information, visit Marie Piper

Stress, Writing Anxiety, and a New Book

This year has been a bit of a suckfest writing-wise–mostly because of constant, unrelenting stress and anxiety–both personal and environmental. And the constant, unrelenting stress led to depression and more stress and anxiety over being depressed and unable to write. (Hello, vicious circle. I see you there. Now, move the fuck along.)

However, I’ve been working really hard, since our annual writers retreat in June, to reorganize my life. (hahaha) Okay, I’m at least making sure I write every day – or as close to it as I can get. Even with all of the editing and other day job work I’m doing, I’ve still been writing, and I’ve been SO. MUCH. HAPPIER.

I love the stories I write. Obviously…I wouldn’t bother writing them if I didn’t. Duh, Bron. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my favorites. For the longest time, Drawn That Way held the top spot in my heart for many reasons. And I’ll always love Rory and Tristan, but I believe they’ve been dethroned by Angus and Eliza.Writing their story was incredibly emotional for me–because of their shit and my shit–all the shit, really. But I’m pleased with how it came out, and I’m so happy to share it with you guys!

Because…it’s here!!!

Rewritten is finally out!!! It’s the next book in The Bound Series that I share with my girl, Jess Jarman.

Here are the people I envisioned while writing. Because, really, any day I can spend fantasizing about Aidan Turner and Karen Gillan and call it work is a good day.

That came out all weird, but I feel like you guys know what I mean.

And here’s the blurb:

Betrayed and completely exposed, she’d sworn off kink. Hell, she’d sworn off men. But she hadn’t counted on him…

One of the hottest voices in Sci-Fi, Angus Domhnull is renowned not just for his sweeping sagas, but for his stupidly gorgeous looks—and the fact that he’s taken almost five years to finish his latest novel. Now, assistant editor, Eliza Burrows, is stuck minding him, and his brooding nature is pushing every sexually submissive button she has. But even if Angus wasn’t her publisher’s star author, he’d be off-limits—after a painful betrayal, Eliza doesn’t play anymore, and she’s not about to start again with him.

Unable to deliver his long-awaited manuscript, Angus is saddled with a keeper—and her creative input—that he never asked for. Despite the resentment and animosity brewing between them, he finds himself drawn to Eliza. As he learns more about the intriguing woman behind the prickly facade, he falls for her, hard and deep.

When the attraction between them ignites, Eliza lets Angus bring her to one place she swore she’d never go again—her knees. He wants more than just her submission, but her past and the secrets she’s hidden could destroy everything…

**Content Warning: Some violence, discussion of suicide and assault — not committed by the hero. 

 

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(excerpt)       Amazon  *  B&N  *  iBooks  *  Kobo

Also, I’m looking for reviewers, so if any of you are willing to review on Amazon and Goodreads, please email me at bronwyn (at symbol) bronwyngreen (dot) com, and I’ll hook you up.

Check out the Lovely Lucy Felthouse’s New Release – Eyes Wide Open

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Out Now! – Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse 

 

Blurb:

A standalone novel from the Totally Five Star imprint.

An ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.

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Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/eyes-wide-open-totally-five-star-london/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26080607-eyes-wide-open

Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld7t_6fL46w

 

Excerpt:

Continuing to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But, ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had attracted her attention.

The tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.

The one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this distance and perspective.

The one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out close up, preferably naked.

Shocked at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to herself, that she made it worse. Snatching up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could hide under the table until she regained her composure.

Swallowing repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.

“Oh God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could help.”

Unable to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay, but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge to hide underneath the table grew stronger. Christ, it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close by, concern etched into his handsome features.

Managing to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”

Just then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all right? Anything else I can get you?”

 

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

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Seductive: Erotic Tales of Incubi is out today!

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Cassie Donoghue and Verity James’ new book is out today!  Read on for excerpts!

In their first published anthology (just in time for Halloween!), The Dirty Dames bring you two dark tales of possession and the women who succumb to the power of a demon lover.
In Cassie Donoghue’s “Hotter Than Hell,” college senior Tayla is overwhelmed with dreams of a dominating, otherworldly lover. Once he finally convinces her to summon him from beyond the earthly realm, Tayla becomes subservient to his every desire.
Excerpt:

An ache developed. Tayla squeezed her thighs together, her body involuntarily responding as she daydreamed.

“Ms. Williams,” a man’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Would you care to join us, or would you rather remain in la-la land?”

She opened her eyes and glanced around the table, remembering she was still in class. “Sorry, Professor.” Scott, her crush of the last three years, looked back at her and Tayla blushed as if he just read her naughty thoughts. She glanced down, fiddling with her notes as Professor Olson dismissed the class.

“Tayla,” Olson said as she was placing her notebook in her bag. “May I speak with you before you scurry off?”

She swallowed, but nodded her consent and slipped her satchel on her shoulder. “Is something the matter, Professor?” Tayla asked as she stepped closer.

“You seem distracted,” he noted as he tossed his legal pad on his desk before pulling off his glasses and staring at her. Suddenly the blue of his eyes struck her; she’d never noticed how attractive he was hidden behind those spectacles. His long golden hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and his blue oxford shirt clung nicely to his sinewy build, while his chin was sensuously covered in a trim beard. He was elegantly masculine.

“Oh?” Tayla tried not to think about him, the ten years age difference that laid between them, or the ache her daydreams had created between her thighs. “Just a lot on my mind.”

His voice was deep, baritone, rich, with the smallest linger of an accent. “How’s your studies going?”

“Okay.” She shifted her weight and sighed, no doubt looking annoyed to be there, but it was just the sexual frustration talking.

Professor Olson lifted a brow. “Only okay?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest and Tayla saw the veins ripple in his forearms. Unconsciously, she wet her lips. Olson smirked. “Why don’t you stop by the study group later this evening? That is if you don’t have a Halloween party to attend, or some wild hunt to join with Odin.”

She gave him a look, secretly smiling at his teasing; her focus studies were Norse culture. “I think Wodan can spare me tonight.” Tayla stepped closer, looking at him up through her lashes. Oh god, was she flirting with her professor? Was this what her stupid sex dreams had turned into? “What’s the address?”

“459 Crystal Avenue, Apartment 12C.” Olson softly brushed the back of his index finger down her cheek as he towered over her. “See you there.”

Once she’d pulled herself away from his gaze, Tayla headed for the ladies restroom. She placed her messenger bag on the counter and splashed her face with water, then stared into the mirror. “Oh girl,” she spoke to her ginger-haired reflection. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

Verity James’s “The Devil You Know” is the story of Jack, a paranormal expert and exorcist, who is bitten by the subject of his latest job: an incubus. In a desperate attempt to contain the demon until the infectious period ends, he goes to the one woman he knows likes it a little rough. Can she handle the demon lust burning him up from the inside or will its ferocity overtake them both?
Excerpt:

Fifteen minutes later, she’d cleaned his wound and he’d downed half a bottle of whiskey. He’d thought maybe the alcohol would dull things, calm him down, but it had only made him burn hotter. His head swam with lust and need, and he set the glass he’d been nursing onto the table before it shattered in his grasp. It was a slow acting poison, all things considered, and Jack thought that was one blessing he’d certainly be grateful for tonight.

Melissa was standing at the sink, washing his blood from her hands, and before he knew what he was doing, he’d moved to stand behind her. She was so close he could hear the life pulsing beneath her skin, the blood rushing through her veins. He inhaled the warm feminine scent of her, his throat suddenly dry with his desperation.

“Mel?” he rasped, and when she turned around, smiling so sweetly at him, he took a step back. He was trying to keep the monster at bay, at least until he could offer her some sort of explanation for what was about to happen, what he needed from her.

“Yeah?” Her brow furrowed and she laid a hand on his chest when he didn’t answer. The heat of her hand practically burned through his shirt, he was so sensitive to everything right now. “Jack? What is it?”

He steadied himself with his hands on her arms, thumbs stroking the oh god, so soft skin beneath her elbows and his jaw clenched. He had to choose his words carefully; he needed her too much tonight to get himself kicked out of her apartment. He needed her to understand. “I need…” Jack shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts. “Look, my job is pretty dangerous.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

His hands tightened on her arms and she flinched but didn’t pull away, her eyes searching his for answers he wasn’t sure he could give her. Jack continued, his voice shaky because the thing inside was starting to fight him and fuck, he didn’t think he could hold onto it much longer.

“Sometimes things happen I can’t explain and tonight, I just need you to trust me.” Jack let go of her arms, turning away so he didn’t have to face her. He’d never asked her for anything but a few hours, and this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to start. “Please, just believe that I don’t want to hurt you and if you fight me…”

He heard her suck in a breath and the quickening pace of her heartbeat raced in his ears. Her scent changed as his words sunk in, want tinged with a little bit of fear made for a heady mix and he was afraid it was going to push him too soon. Too soon. “Just don’t fight it, Melissa,” he managed, heat washing through him until everything shimmered and refocused and he spun around to face her again.

Jack’s lips curled into a feral smile when he saw her, and he admired the defiant tilt of her head belied by the glitter of tears in her eyes. “Don’t fight what, Jack?”

He licked his lips, cocking his head to the side as he raked his eyes over her. “How much you want me,” he answered, a laugh rumbling low in his chest as he crossed back to her. It was his voice ringing in his ears, but it was different and dark and his heart pounded with a thousand new sensations he could feel like pinpricks in his skin. Hypersenses, the small semblance remaining of his rational brain explained. Jack swallowed hard. “Because I know, Melissa. I can smell it on you.”

Even better? You can buy it now!
And, here it is on Goodreads, if you want to add it to your TBR list.

Please Welcome the Awesome Anya Breton!

Anya’s got a new release – well, technically, she’s got like three, but today, she’s here to talk about Guarded Heart and also a little bit about her self because I ask nosy questions. (And I also use a lot of commas.)

But first, let’s find out a little about Guarded Heart and then the nosy questions!

Title: Guarded Heart
Series: N/A
Author: Anya Breton
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance (MF)
Release Date: April 18th
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Length: 50,000
Heat Level: Erotic

More Info:  

 



Blurb:
Someone is trying to kill high priest Morgan Seaton, but the last person he wants protecting him is people-hater Brook Calder—a fellow Water witch from his youth. He values the witches of his coven too much to put them in danger from her shoot-first-ask-questions-later methods. But the head of Neptune’s Rangers assures Morgan that Brook is the best of the best, and attempts on his life are a weekly occurrence, so Morgan has no choice but to accept the help from the one witch he’s never been able to persuade.
If they can stop giving into their scorching desire everywhere—including the back of a limo or the bathroom floor—he might survive long enough to find out who wants him dead.
Excerpt:
Morgan had barely kept his hands to himself when the Ranger had joined him and his companions minutes ago. He’d wanted to caress her generous breasts through the silk until her nipples strained for release. He would have settled for a hand at her waist. Touching her had become integral to the success of his evening. That meant Mira had to go.
For her own safety, of course.
Morgan nudged her toward the coat check. “I’ll tell anyone who asks that you came only because I’d asked and your illness sent you home.”
“What illness? I feel fine.” She dug the heels of her designer pumps into the gaudy-patterned carpet. “Really, Morgan—”
“It’s too dangerous,” he said for the seventh time, ignoring the satin fabric beneath his fingers as he pressed her shoulder toward the counter because acknowledging it would invite comparisons to other satin fabrics.
“Whoever it is would be foolish to try anything at a party,” she said.
Was that why Brook had let him walk out without her? Thank the god of the ocean the Ranger couldn’t read his silent irritation that she hadn’t shackled herself to his hip. Or something a little closer to the center.
Morgan scrubbed a hand over his face. “I was nearly shot. In public. I’m taking no chances with anyone.”
“But yourself.”
“As I told you. It would be suspicious if I hid away.”
“That’s ridiculous—”
“And whoever it was would take it out on those I care for.” He hadn’t meant to look Mira in the eye when he spoke the words. No doubt she’d read it as a soulful gaze—one with far more emotion behind it than he meant to broadcast. For a Water witch, Mira was obtuse regarding the emotions of others. But then he had been with her as well.
“Please,” he said with a low sigh. “I take my people’s safety very seriously.”
“But you don’t take your own seriously.”
“I will. In fact, I shouldn’t be away from Brook for long.”
Mira’s eyes narrowed into fine slivers. The drawing sensation coincided with what he’d felt from her the moment he’d spotted her dark head of hair. Jealousy still. Morgan might have assured her there was nothing to concern herself over. He didn’t.
A part of him, initially small but quickly widening with disturbing speed, wanted Brook despite their vast differences. Perhaps because of them.
“Take care, Mira,” he said in distraction when the line opened for his assistant to fetch her things. “I’ll call…”
He didn’t finish his thought because he’d forgotten what it was, if he’d known to begin with. How could he remember a damn thing when his attention was riveted on her?
How had Irvin persuaded Brook to dance? And why did the formerly gangly female have to move with grace foreign to a tomboy? How had she learned to move like that?
Who had taught her?
Never before had Morgan felt inclined to harm his uncle. But the hand inches below Brook’s flared hips should have been his, not Irvin’s. And never had he experienced the urge to drag a woman out by her hair.
The image of his fingers slicing through those spiked, cropped locks flared in his mind’s eye. He’d let the tips of his digits linger at her nape until she shivered with desire. Only when he’d drawn a reaction with the heat of his gaze would he slide the straps of her gown over her bare shoulders.
Morgan’s cock roused when Brook’s gaze met his across the dance floor. And she shivered. Deliberately he stepped to the wall rather than cut into their dance. He couldn’t be trusted. Laughable that, considering he was the most principled male he knew. Brook had always gotten him in the worst trouble.
His uncle sent a glance over his shoulder. Irvin’s lips quivered in the mere moment Morgan had seen his face. And then he was bent over Brook’s figure, whispering in her ear. Morgan’s chest tightened at the sight of them in the intimate embrace.
Brook jerked her head to the right. A shapely shoulder appeared beyond Irvin’s frame. As soon as Morgan had seen it, it disappeared behind his uncle’s body.
Frustration. Hers. He could feel it across the room without an empathic link. Morgan shot forward in time to hear her protesting.
“He’s a sitting duck alone over there and I don’t want to dance.”
“You were dancing peacefully while he stroked Mira,” Irvin said before he realized Morgan was within earshot.
Stroked Mira? Was the male trying to make Brook jealous? Morgan’s gaze switched to hers, eager to know if it had worked. Her eyes were narrow, but the emotion he noted when his empathic link snapped into place wasn’t jealousy. No, it was more irritation.
Brook Lochlan was one giant ball of vexation—a sexy ball in a slinky gown that left little to the imagination.
But she wasn’t Brook Lochlan any longer. How could he have forgotten she’d married?
He knew how. Morgan hadn’t wanted to remember. Lust had made him stupid.
“May I cut in?” he asked of his uncle now that he’d successfully iced his baser needs.
“If you must,” Irvin said with stiffness he ordinarily reserved for their opposition. “We were enjoying each other’s company.”
A glance at Brook merited no assistance. Her plump lips were set together as they often were, neither thinner nor poutier than normal. She’d been arguing when he’d arrived. But she wasn’t arguing now even though Irvin had lied.
Or had Morgan misunderstood what he’d overheard? It would have been easy, especially given how badly he’d wanted to believe she hadn’t been enjoying herself.
Still Morgan stepped into their space. Irvin released her waist and her hand and then moved with a mocking flourish to the left.
“Do try to enjoy the rest of the dance.” Irvin’s sardonic emphasis pointed out the fleeting moments left in the ensemble’s current piece. He sauntered into the crowd without a backward glance.
Morgan’s attention slipped away, settling upon Brook’s face—her glaring face.
“I was getting somewhere with him when you interrupted,” she said.
“You were trying to stop dancing when I interrupted.”
“What I was saying and what I was doing were two different things.”
“You?” Morgan brought his head back to give her a once-over. The motion was meant to be feigned incredulousness—a mocking gesture she’d surely understand. Instead, Morgan had noted how the silky fabric of the gown skimmed her inner thighs far too closely. Lust he’d thought he’d conquered melted his brief, icy resolve.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she ground out before recognizing the scene they created. Brook stomped forward in her silver sandals. She grabbed hold of his hands, setting one to her waist and the other out to the side, exactly as he should have done.
It was an open invitation to touch her. And touch her he did, forming his fingers over her firm hip. Her breasts thrust between them, barely avoiding the brush of his chest. Morgan didn’t allow himself the pleasure of stepping forward to fix that.
“It means that you don’t like pretending,” he said when she cleared her throat in noisy impatience. “The old Brook Lochlan wouldn’t have said one thing and done another.”
“The old Brook Lochlan wasn’t a Ranger,” she said at a volume the vanilla humans wouldn’t hear. “She still doesn’t like pretending, but sometimes it’s required for the job. And what the crap am I doing speaking about myself in the third person? There is no Brook Lochlan anymore. There’s only me. Brook Calder.” Her profile swung away—an avoidance tactic.
“I never thought I’d see the day you’d be a married woman.”
Brook’s gaze snapped back, fixing on his probing eyes. Confusion. It wasn’t in her expression but he sensed it in her. He sensed everything—the frustration, the confusion, the resentment and the desire.
The link wobbled. Uncertainty. And then she opened her mouth. “I’m not married.”
Morgan experienced brief relief that he hadn’t been drooling over a married woman for days. Words tumbled from his mouth he’d not meant to ask her. “Is that against Ranger rules?”
She gave a mirthless laugh. “No.”
“Were you married?”
“Priest Seaton, the surname is my mother’s. I took it after my father died. You could have asked instead of fishing.”
“Fishing is what Water witches do best.”
“No, Water witches feel emotions best. And yours are all over the place. Focus on one. It will help you calm the others.”
“You don’t want me to focus on one, Brook.”
Her head tilted to the right, a weary expression that didn’t fit what he sensed from her. “You’re just going to have to fight it.”
“What if I don’t want to fight it?” He let his hand slip down her hip to her derrière. It clenched beneath his palm—a taut, wonderful bit of muscle he imagined gripping while he plunged into her repeatedly.
And then his hand headed up when he realized he’d brushed nothing beneath her gown. He searched for the band, for the line of elastic that had to circle her hips.
“What are you doing?” came her sharp voice when his fingers grazed up her hip to her waist.
Morgan leaned forward, setting his lips to her ear. “You wore panties, Brook, you had to.”
“In this thing? Are you crazy?” She tried to pull away but he clamped his arms around her waist, holding her where she was. “I didn’t have anything that wouldn’t show.”
Using her to hide the erection straining at his tuxedo slacks probably wasn’t the best of ideas. But it was her fault. “Neptune’s net, are you trying to drive me mad?”
“Of course not—”
He inhaled the brisk scent of her skin near his lips, barely resisting the urge to kiss the tender patch behind her ear. He believed her. It wasn’t simply that he experienced her indignation.
Brook wouldn’t intentionally try to seduce him. Morgan doubted she’d know the first thing about making a male lust after her. And that made him want her more.
“Next time you force me into formalwear, I’ll be sure to wear panties,” she said breathlessly.
“See that you do, or I guarantee you won’t be in your formalwear for long.”
Morgan shoved away from her, unable to stand her sweet heat, firm body and thrilling scent a moment longer. He didn’t look back no matter how badly he wanted to know if her nipples strained the fabric. Because if he did, he knew he’d drag her out by the hair exactly as he’d wanted to minutes earlier.
Now it’s time to get to know Anya better, and that means…nosy question time! And also bio and links!


Author Bio:
Anya Breton is a web monkey with an obsession for nail polish and rubber chickens. Her fears include Peeps and people who hate clowns. She lives in the Midwest with her significant other.
Author web links:

 The Questions:

 o   Do you have any collections?

§  I collect rubber chickens of all sizes. I have little baby, 1 inch long chickens and some larger ones that hang from my rear view mirror. Looking for my car? Just find the chickens!

o   Are there any skills you’d like to learn?

§  I’d love to learn how to play stringed instruments like the cello or violin

o   What’s your favorite word?

§  dubious

o   What’s your least favorite word?

§  aerobics

o   What sound do you love?

§  Stringed instruments

o   What sound do you hate?

§  Chalkboard

o   What’s your favorite curse word?

§  Christ on a cracker

o   Dog or cat person?

o   Cat

o   Buffy, Angel or Firefly?

o   Buffy

o   Morning or night person?

o   Night

o   Introvert or Extrovert?

o   Introvert

o   What do you like best about writing?

o   Creating the characters and endings I want.

o   What do you like least?

o   Marketing

o   Do you have a day job aside from writing?

o   Unfortunately, yes. I do web stuff.

Book Related Questions

1.     I’m always interested in the world building involved in paranormal stories. What can you tell us about Neptune’s Rangers?

a.       When building my world, I decided I needed more roles in the magical community than just regular witches and their leaders (priests/priestesses). So I came up with Clerics, Rangers, and Cleaners (borrowing a few D&D terms :D).

Rangers are badass private security. They only appear when called on. They can root out the bad element, provide protection, and even punish those who broke the rules. I envisioned Rangers for each “school” of magic. However, Rangers might work with any flavor of witch.

2.       Are there any characters in this book (or any other book) that you strongly identify with, and why?

a.       I identify with Brook. I become more cynical every year 😉

3.       Are there other books in this series either released or upcoming? Do/Will they deal with the other elements?

a.       I have several books that take place in this same world as Guarded Heart. So in that, it’s kind of like a series. The other Ellora’s Cave books feature Air witches. My Sorceress urban fantasy series features the heads of all the covens. And Fire & Flame is a story about Fire witches.

4.       What draws you to writing about magic users in general and these characters in particular?

a.       It’s not so much the magic that I like writing about. It’s the society built around it. I’ve created several layers of prejudice, obligation, and even class distinction. I like being able to play with these themes outside of the society we actually live in.

5.       Bonus question: I see you’re a nail polish junkie, and this fellow junkie wants to know what your favorite brands are.

a.       I have so many bottles of polish by different brands (Julep, Essie, China Glaze, etc) but the ORLY bottles end up getting used more than any of the others. So I’d say they’re my favorite J For decent, super cheap polish, I’d go with Color Show by Maybelline. You can get those for $3 or less.

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