Midnight Eternal by NJ Cole

Summary:
Oliver Durant finally feels complete. With his butterfly now wearing his collar, he begins to introduce her to his world, taking her to his BDSM club and introducing her to his family. Things progress rapidly and she feels safe and welcome with them and his species. The longer they are together, the more she starts to become like his kind, offering him hope that he will be able to be with his mate for the rest of his life.
While Rebecca Summers is new to the BDSM lifestyle, she adapts quickly and serves her Master well, giving him everything he asks for. She loves pleasing him and spending time with his family, who has given her the sense of belonging she’s yearned for since her parents’ tragic deaths. She can’t imagine denying Oliver anything, and even asks to undergo the genetic transformation to become one of his species. Days before the event, they are given some news that changes everything.
Can these two find their happily ever after?
Or does fate have other plans?

     “I want you in the waiting position in the playroom. My butterfly may take as long as she likes, but if I’m kept waiting, there will be a consequence. One minute wearing nipple clamps for each minute sounds fair.” She nodded her head and began to move. “Oh, and I’ll be paddling that ass and flogging that pussy while we wait for your timer to count down.”
     Her eyes were wide. I held up my phone with the screen facing her as the timer changed from seventeen to eighteen seconds.
     “Oh, shit!” she yelped and took off toward the playroom.
     “That’s an added minute for language, young lady,” I called after her.
     “Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. It was much too low for a human to hear, but I wasn’t human and she knew it.
     “Two minutes.”
     There was no response that time and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved how she was hurrying, but it was no secret that she loved spankings and nipple play, though the ones I had in mind today had a little more bite than the ones I’d used yesterday.
     I stepped into the viewing room to undress, and because I was watching through the monitor, I knew the moment she was ready. At Bocaj speed, I entered the playroom to find her kneeling in waiting position. “Little one, you took four minutes. I am quite impressed, although I’ll have to add on the two minutes for your potty mouth.” I walked around her. “Inspection pose.”
     I watched as she shifted into position. The scent of her arousal had already filled the air, and when she moved, I was able to see the visible evidence. “So wet for me. You want my cock, don’t you, little one?”
She knew not to answer, although a whimper escaped her lips as I slid my fingers through her wet folds. “On your knees,” I commanded as I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out nipple clamps and a flogger. It wasn’t as soft as the one she loved, but it still had soft fronds so it wouldn’t mark permanently.
     Holding the items in my hands, I headed over to the couch and sat on the black leather. “Crawl to me.”
It was completely unnecessary, as I knew she understood her place. I just liked watching her look at me as she moved the short distance across the floor.
     She stared into my eyes as I placed first one then the other clamp on her nipples. Holding her breath for a moment, she allowed her body to adjust to the pinching sensation.
     “Up on my lap, over my knees.”
     The sight before me was spectacular—her milky white ass ready and waiting. I brought my hand down on her smooth cheek, leaving a pink mark in the shape of my hand. “Beautiful.”

I went in to this story knowing it would be an entertaining read because I've loved every word written by this author, however, I didn't really expect it to surpass Midnight Caller(#1 in the series), but it has.  In all aspects, character development, emotions explode all over the place,  and of course the hotness level has completely blown the thermometer off the wall.  Now I will say that this is not for everyone, it is a Dom/Sub story throughout and I know not everyone enjoys or understands the lifestyle.  Also, as good as ME is by itself, you really do need to read Midnight Caller first.  Quite frankly, if you haven't read MC, what are you waiting for?  Oliver and Bec are definitely worth a look, or two, or three, or . . . well, you get the idea.

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NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author. 

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Touched by the Sandman by Beverly Ovalle

Title – Touched by the Sandman

Author – Beverly Ovalle

Genre – Erotic Paranormal

Publication Date – March 20, 2014

Length (Pages/# Words) – 34

Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group

Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group

Summary:  
~A lonely woman's torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~
The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.
She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?
He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.

The darkness blurred and shimmered, bringing to life a man of moonlight and darkness: Aryne.

Before him Aryne could see her, lying in bed, tears of loneliness staining her pillow. She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to her side. His hand touched her face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness to joy. Her body arched toward his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of his skin traced the edges of her curves. He stepped back…and then within the shimmer of dreams disappeared.

Night after night her loneliness cried to him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he inserted himself into her dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a guide, his job was to bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him like she had. He was unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his arms, covering her body with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the passion from her lips, igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.

Touching her shattered him. He knew instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her touch could keep him here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the Outcasts were. Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their children mixing amongst the races of the universe.

He had tried to stay away, fearing this. He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion, breaths away from losing himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she unknowingly had over him would condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to travel to his world. Very few could navigate between worlds. And this world would drain his power rather than enhance it. Even the short time he spent there took its toll on him, the drain only in abeyance when he was in her arms. Try as he might, he could not resist her siren call. Only by controlling her and the passion between them could he make sure that he would not become lost. Lost in her. Trapped forever in her world.

He had done his best, gentling her to his hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules, knew the consequences. He played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of passion and restraint. Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not resist. And just her body was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her heart and soul.

A man of shadows, it would be during the midnight hours of her slumber.

A tale out of practically everyone's dreams, this short story brings you heat, emotion, science fiction/fantasy, and even the hopes of more to come.  A lot packed in to only so few pages but the author manages to make it very enjoyable.  Not much more to say than that without spoilers and I don't do those.  I highly recommend this tale although on a personal level I would have preferred to have had a slightly longer story and that's why I gave it 4 bookmarks instead of 5.



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Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines.  Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell.  Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.



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Pickup Men & Let It Ride (Pickup Men 1 & 2) by LC Chase

Pickup Men
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It takes a pissed-off Brahma bull named Shockwave to show rodeo pickup man Marty Fairgrave the cold hard truth about champion bull rider Tripp Colby: Tripp will never leave the safety of his closet or acknowledge Marty in public. Sometimes loving someone just isn’t enough, and after a year of hiding what they are, Marty finally sees the light—and it’s no longer shining on Tripp.

Tripp Colby would do anything for Marty. Well . . . almost. He’s never loved anyone before, and isn’t quite sure how to handle it now. But he knows Marty is his everything, and in order to win him back, Tripp will have to overcome his darkest fears and step into the light.

But no matter Tripp’s intentions, the cost might be too high and the effort too late for these two cowboys to ride off into the sunset.

I fell in love with Marty and Tripp from the very beginning.  Even when Tripp wasn't exactly stepping forward the way a lover should, I still felt for him.  The story is an even blend of romance, cowboys, rodeo, drama, and even humor.  Well written characters, a plot that grabbed my attention immediately, and I was so sorry to see the final page.  It's not easy going for the rodeo pair and their friends but the author definitely makes you want to find out how it ends.


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Let It Ride
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Pickup man Bridge Sullivan is the kind of cowboy everyone wants—as a brother, a friend, a lover. People think he’s straight, but Bridge isn’t one for labels, and when a sexy male paramedic jumpstarts his heart, he charges in with all guns blazing.

New York City transplant Eric Palmer grew up in foster care. While he always had a roof over his head, he never felt love or a sense of belonging . . . until he joined the California rodeo circuit as a paramedic and found a band of brothers who took him in as one of their own. Now, one in particular is making Eric’s pulse race.

When things heat up between Bridge and Eric, Bridge has to prove to Eric he’s not just experimenting with the rougher sex, while Eric must overcome his fears of being unwanted and cast aside. He knows that trusting Bridge may be the key to his happy ever after, but getting in the saddle is much, much easier than learning to let it ride.

I won't lie, I anticipated the pairing of Bridge and Eric from the minute Eric was introduced in Pickup Men.  I was so glad to see that they were given their own story.  There is a lot of between Bridge and Eric that could have been cleared up with true sit down communication but where is the fun in that?  This story held my attention once again from page one through to the end.  I can't wait to see what is brought to us in the next installment.


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Little Red by Trista Jaszczak

TITLE – Little Red

SERIES – Believe Series #1

AUTHOR – Trista Jaszczak

GENRE – Semi Erotic/Paranormal/Fairy Tale Retellings

RE-RELEASE DATE – June 13, 2014

LENGTH (Pages) -  266 

PUBLISHER - Wolf Paw Productions

COVER ARTIST - Bookworm Production

Summary:

Samantha Wentworth has one mission in life; to get as far away as she possibly can from her troubled past. 

When she finds herself on the Louisiana bayou she runs straight into the arms of a very sexy Big Bad Wolf that she just can’t seem to resist. 

Will Samantha continue on her journey, or does the full moon have other plans in store for her?

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I’d misjudged my mileage, and with no gas gauge, I’d had no way of telling when I’d run out of gas. I’m luckily able to roll my bike to a slow and steady stop off on the shoulder of the road. I shake my head, wanting to give myself a good hard kick for not being more careful. I glance around as I hop off. Figures I am surrounded by nothing but woods and, my guess, swamps, and am nearly twenty miles away from any town. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I would make use of the tent in my saddlebags. I let out an exasperated sigh as I undo the chinstrap to my helmet, yanking it off my head, and let my hair fall around my shoulders. I bite down on my lip and contemplate. I can’t leave my bike here on the side of the road. I can’t walk 20 twenty miles and back just for gas with it already so dark out, either. I have no choice. I’ll walk my bike into the woods and set up camp. People do this all the time, right? No big deal. It’s not like the big bad wolf will jump out and get me. 

I gaze into the woods. Darkness has already fallen over the trees. They stand silent and still, as even the animals, it seems, have all gone quiet for the night. I laugh off the thought of the big bad wolf. I guess it’s alligators I have to watch for down here. Or, is it crocodiles? I shiver, put on a brave face, and straddle my bike once more. It’ll take all my strength to waddle it down the ditch and into the woods over the uneven terrain. I figure a short way off the side of the road and into the woods and I should be fine. Enough to be out of the line of traffic, but not enough to get myself terribly lost. 

As I wiggle the bike down the small slope, I begin to exert myself on the flat, but rough terrain as I push the bike forward, throwing my petite body into it as much as I can. I grunt as I give one more strong push forward. The bike lurches along slowly as my helmet clangs against the already scratched black paint. I groan, aggravated with myself more than ever for letting the gas tank get bone dry.

“What in the hell are you doing?” 

I stop dead in my tracks. I hadn’t heard a single footstep, not even a twig. I swallow hard and throw myself off the bike, flipping out the kickstand as I do.

I turn slowly to see a rugged looking man staring hard at me. His dark washed jeans are splattered with dirt and debris at the bottom, suggesting that he has been romping in the woods beyond. His heavy boots are caked in a layer of thick mud that’s starting to dry in certain spots. He places his hands on his hips, making his leather jacket open to display a well-fitted tee shirt; defined chest muscles are visible even under the moonlight. His gray eyes shine and shimmer under the light of the full moon as they glare at me in an almost threatening way. No, not threatening. Warning me of something, and somehow worried. His brown hair is styled fairly nice, which is surprising considering the five o’clock shadow on his face. He’s much larger than me. Well, almost everyone is larger than me, but he must be over 6 feet tall. Huge, compared to my tiny 5’5” frame.

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I stand up slowly and begin to fight what I’m about to do. I beg myself to sit down, look away, anything, but instead I trail up to her. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shudder; strangely, her eyes stay locked onto mine. I take the extra towel from her and draw her body to mine. I hear her left out a small gasp, and I can tell her heart rate has quickened. I bring a hand to her face, letting it trail from her cheek to her neck, all the way to the back of her head. I pull her in for a kiss. A proper one. That feeling I felt before returns as something inside me nearly loses control. My legs begin to feel weak as I realize that she’s kissing me back. It’s as soon as my tongue flickers over hers that I really feel I may lose it. I pull away for a moment and close my eyes. “This is how it’s supposed to be,” I mumble to her. I work to keep myself under control, I remind myself to keep a slower pace, not to rush. I catch a sudden wave of Red’s feelings…the want and need is there, and it makes it more difficult to control myself. I try to relax, remind myself to pace myself but when Red pushes her body into mine, I fully lose any control that I had. Her arms fly around my neck and I do nothing to stop her. Her lips find mine as her hands reach for my belt buckle. She wastes no time in unbuckling and unzipping my jeans. I reach for the last towel and yank it from her body as she pulls my tee shirt off and throws it across the room. She wraps her arms around me again and lets her lips find mine as I wrap my arms around her, lifting her in one swift movement. Her legs immediately cinch around my waist and I steady myself quickly as I push her against the nearest wall. She moans loudly and I feel her nails dig into my back briefly. I begin biting tenderly down her neck in a way that leaves tiny little marks but enough to make her groan with pleasure. I feel all self-control leave my body as I steady her against the wall and begin using my strength to lift her upwards as I move my mouth down her body. I feel her hands tug at my hair as I clamp my teeth down on one of her nipples. She releases another moan and I feel her breathing become choppy as I work my way down her core; kissing, biting, licking, and unable to control myself. I finally find myself in a squat position, I quickly adjust Red’s over my shoulders and I feel her shake. Everything in me wants to have her, every single piece of her right this minute. I need her. Not to just satisfy the raw animal craving that his built up inside me, but because I need every piece of the one thing that I ever wanted and needed so badly. I slow my kisses past her belly button and move to her inner thighs. I look up at her and her eyes catch my gaze. She’s breathing heavily, her legs begin to tremble more as I steady her against the wall as I drop to my knees to maintain my own balance. When my mouth finally latches to her, letting my tongue do the work for me, she releases a noise filled with such intense pleasure that there’s no going back. I need her even more now.

Interesting reworking of Little Red Riding Hood.  Samantha(Red) is definitely not the one we grew up with but she definitely is likable in all her fiesty glory.  Ethan isn't exactly the big bad wolf we grew up with either, he might be big and bad but in a much more delectable way.  The additional characters that have been written in definitely add to the tale in a way that is most enjoyable.  Can't wait to see what the author brings us next in the series.


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Please share your favorite songs you listen to when you are writing:
I just have a list of A7X and Coheed and Cambria and it plays at random. But these three are always on every one I make

So Far Away by Avenged Sevenfold

The Suffering by Coheed and Cambria

Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria

But anything A7X and Coheed honestly.

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If Your Book Were Made Into A Movie – What Songs Would Best Fit The Story On The Big Screen?

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Little Red Riding Hood - Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs 

Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas 

Can't Fight the Moonlight - Leann Rimes 

Head Over Feet - Alanis Morrissette 

Marie Laveau - Bobby Bare 

Drive - Incubus 

I Miss You - Incubus 

Bad Moon Rising - CCR 

Enemies - Shinedown

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Trista Jaszczak is the Amazon.com bestselling author of Loverboy and Little Red that hit #1 in Fairy Tales on Amazon.com on release day!

She is an Air Force spouse and mother to two mischievous and rambunctious little girls. She is creative by nature and not only writes, but is a photographer who braves the cold to chase the northern lights. She also plays guitar and sings, two things that have become a favorite past time of hers when she’s not behind the glowing screen of her computer. And, though she considers it just a hobby, loves to sketch and paint. 

She is originally from Hamilton, Ohio but calls home where ever the Air Force sends her. She currently resided in Anchorage, Alaska where she finds endless inspiration in the pure Alaskan wilderness. Though the rain can seem endless in the fall, and the constant daylight is a burden in the summers, she considers it a privilege to live there.  

When Trista isn’t writing, she loves to spend her time with her family in the vast Alaskan outdoors, plucking away at her old guitar, working out in the gym, or baby her two over-grown Labrador puppies. She loves the great outdoors, the moon, old movies, and music. She loves being creative, practicing her photography, and wildlife. If you need to get in touch with her, since her life is 10 ways of crazy right now, you can always Email her PA. pa@author-trista.com

 

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 Title: Beneath the Scars

Author: Melanie Moreland

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: October 14th 2014

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The sound of the ocean, the crash of the waves as they kick up against the sand and rocks—these are the only sounds Megan Greene wants to hear. She wants to leave the rest of the world behind, and find some peace. The offer of a private house on the beach, set in a small town in Maine, is perfect. Time to think—to be by herself. It’s all she wants. It’s the escape she needs. Until she stumbles across the painting that seems to echo her own chaotic mindset. Until she meets the unfriendly artist behind the stormy painting and discovers his secrets.

All Zachary Adams wants is to be left alone.  His canvases, and the unending scope of the ocean and sand, are his life. They direct him—fill his hours. Bring him focus. Until she enters his life. She dredges up memories of the past—the haunting images he has hidden for years; the fears he has never shared. A story he keeps buried below the surface.
Can she make him see what he is missing? Can he trust her enough to believe?

Together they embark on a journey where their pasts collide and threaten to tear them apart. Will their fragile bond hold or wash away with the ebbing tide?

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Melanie Moreland lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her husband and four children. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them. 

Known as the quiet one with the big laugh, Melanie works for the sporting teams of a local university. Her (box) office job, while demanding, is rewarding as she cheers on her team to victory.

While seriously addicted to coffee, and somewhat challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties and socialize, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip. 

Melanie delights in writing a good romance story with some bumps along the way, but is a true believer in happily ever after. When her head isn’t buried in a book, it is bent over a keyboard, furiously typing away as her characters dictate their creative story lines to her even more inspired tales, for all to enjoy.

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