Wednesday, November 15, 2017

At Your Service


Juliana O’Neil’s promising future was burned away in the heat of battle. She had been an officer with a bright future in the military, but now she is struggling to survive. Her husband gone and her career in shambles, she finds a job at Top as a hostess and tries to put together the pieces of her life. The last thing she needs is any kind of male attention, but she can’t help but be amused at her neighbor and coworker’s lothario antics. Not that she would have anything to do with him, at least not for more than one night.

Javier Leones doesn’t understand monogamy. No woman could ever be enough for his endless libido, but he has to admit Juliana has his attention. For reasons he doesn’t fully understand, he can’t seem to get the gorgeous redhead with the sad eyes out of his head. After one scorching night together, he realizes he’ll never be able to get her out of his system. But with his reputation, he fears she’ll never see him as more than a one-night stand.

When their passions collide, these new lovers will be forced to confront Juliana’s past and come to terms with Javier’s present. Will they find their way or will this reservation be canceled at the last minute?

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All alone with the storm. Maybe she should call Kai. And ask him to get out in the middle of this? That seemed pretty selfish especially since she knew exactly how poorly driving in storms could go.
A hard flash of white light made her jump back.
Nope. She wasn’t going there. She was going to stay in the here and now, and that meant finding a flashlight and trying to get some candles lit. Someone was out there working on getting the power back on, and then she would ride out the storm watching rom coms and falling asleep on the couch. It was going to be okay. Deep breath. It was going to be okay.
A few moments later she’d found her one flashlight and had a nice set of candles out, and she was faced with the problem of lighting the suckers. Oh, she had a big box of matches, but she’d never struck a match without her left hand.
A lighter would be easier. She could figure out a lighter maybe. Jules tried holding the box against the table with her stump while she struck the match with her right hand. She fumbled, the action so unnatural it made her slip up and break the match.
And the second one.
And the third one.
Tears pierced her eyes, but she wasn’t going to shed them. She was going to figure this out or she would make due with the flashlight. It was all about adapting. That was what she had to do. Adapt.
She wasn’t going to let this beat her. Normally she was tough. It had happened and she dealt with it, but between the storm and the conversation with Suzanne the day before about her mother and the sweetness of flirting with a handsome man she couldn’t have, she was feeling awfully vulnerable. She wasn’t going to sit here in the dark and cry.
A knock on the door made her gasp and jump.
Fuck. She wasn’t like this. She hated this…this anxiety she got when it rained. It was weakness and she couldn’t abide it.
If you walk away from this you’ll ruin your life, Juliana. Don’t think I’ll watch you do it. You go through with this and you do it on your own. Am I understood?
Sometimes she felt like she was still seven years old, and if she could just get her mom’s attention everything would be okay.
Jules gripped the flashlight and walked across her apartment to the door. It was likely one of the neighbors coming to check on her. Actually, that was an excellent idea. She could go down and see if Mrs. Gleeson needed some company. There were some elderly residents she could check on and a single mom she’d met at the end of the hall. She could see if she could be of any assistance and that would get her through the night.
She opened the door expecting to see anyone but the man she saw standing there.
Javier Leones. He had a flashlight in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He was wearing jeans and a button down that he’d left undone enough she could see a nice swath of golden brown skin. His hair was deliciously mussed, as though he’d taken a shower and simply rubbed a towel over it to get it dry.
He was big and male and so sexy it hurt to look at him, and Jules realized she could do something else to take her mind off things.
Those plump, sensual lips of his broke into a bright smile. “I thought you might like some company. I know I would. I actually don’t have any candles, so I was sitting in my living room with this sad one flashlight. You look like a woman who likes some candles.”
But she couldn’t light them. She hadn’t figured that part out.
His face fell and he walked into her place, closing and locking the door behind him. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t have any candles. It’s cool. Two flashlights are better than one.”
He set the flashlight and wine bottle down and moved into her space, his hands coming up to cup her shoulders. “Jules, what’s wrong?”
She had to be stronger than this. She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t. Please don’t. I live with a stubborn asshole who won’t let me help him in any way. I get that we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I thought we were friends. You help me out all the time. You’re kind to me. Fucking let me be kind to you. I spend every day trying to help someone who won’t let me. Please let me feel like I’m worth something.”
If he’d said anything else, joked about the weather or told her to suck it up, she could have, but he’d opened a door. He’d been vulnerable and honest, and she found she couldn’t pay that back with stubbornness.
“I have candles and I can’t figure out how to light them.” Tears rolled down her face. She was vulnerable. All the time. Even when she pretended like she wasn’t.
“You can’t…” he began and then he looked down. Instead of stepping back and giving her space, he drew his hand down her arm, warming her skin where he touched her. It was dark but the moon was full and gave enough light to see the outline of his face. There was no look of horror there. He caressed her arm until he got to the place where she’d been split apart and sewn back together unwhole. He brought it up and wrapped it against his palm, his fingers closing around it until the whole thing was surrounded with his warmth. “You haven’t figured out how to do it yet. Probably hasn’t come up or you would know what to do. How long since you lost your hand?”
“A year and a half,” she said. He was touching her there. No one had touched her there except her doctors and therapists.
Come to think of it, no one had touched her at all since before the accident. Had it really been so long since she’d felt warm flesh against her own? He was so close, close enough that all she would have to do was go up on her toes to brush her lips against his.
Would that be wrong? As long as she remembered who she was dealing with, why couldn’t she take a few moments of respite for herself? If he wanted her.
        I loved Jules and Javi! Javi was by all definitions a man whore. In previous books his stash of condoms and lube in various places around Topped has been mentioned, so I knew it was going to take one hell of a woman to tame him. Well, Jules was just the woman to do that. She was a bad @$$ in her own right, having served in the military. I really felt for Jules at the beginning of the book when she was struggling with a storm that reminded her of a traumatic event, but Javi was able to take her mind off of that event. I felt these two had plenty of chemistry and Lexi Blake wrote another steamy story. Definitely recommend this one, as well as all of the others in this series.
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.


Sunday, November 12, 2017

Three Rivers Run Deep


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Excerpt: “What are doing?” Jessica asked, confronting Wally.
“What are you talking about?” Wally didn’t bother to look in her direction. He continued to move instruments around the stage.
“You’re fucking up the set.”
“Honey, you’re looney tunes.” 
“You asshole!” Infuriated, she ripped the stand he’d positioned twice out of his hand. The force tossed the piece onto the floor, scattering sheet music.
Wally hissed and turned to glare at her. “What in the fuck is wrong with you? You keep acting like this and I swear to God, I’m going to quit.”
“Quit? You know what?” she threw out as she burst into laughter. “That would be just fine with all of us.”
“Is that so?”
She grinned and placed one hand on her hip. “Oh, you bet. You’re washed up. You really think anyone cares about an old rocker?” 
Her words seemed to stun him. He sucked in his breath, wrinkled his entire face and brushed both hands through his long hair. “You are such a fucking bitch.” 
“What’s going on here?” Cody stepped between them but he only had eyes for Jessica and they were laced with indignation.
“You need to keep your dog on a leash,” Wally stated as he grabbed his guitar.
“Yeah? Go fuck yourself.” She honestly had no idea why she was spouting off. The afternoon practice had been amazing, just like old times. 
Wally held up his arms. “After tonight, I’m done.”
She smirked as he walked away.
Cody jerked her arm, dragging her toward the curtain of the stage. “Whatever is going on with you, I don’t give a shit. Cut the crap now or we’re going to lose this gig. Got it?”
“I’m fine. He’s just an ass.”
After a few seconds, he let her go. “I have no idea what to say to you. Let’s just get this over with. You need a damn break. We all do.”
She nodded and was about ready to issue a retort until he walked off. A chill swept over her and she huddled against the back of the stage, unsure of why she’d lashed out. She bit her lip and studied the various band members of the different groups walking by. They were engaged, enjoying the benefit. She wasn’t even certain why they’d been asked to perform nor did she know what the show was about. She closed her eyes, pushing away the dull echo ringing in her ears.
“Ms. Dunn?”
She swam up from her peaceful moment. “Yes?”
“You’re wanted on stage.”
Opening her eyes, there was a moment of true connection with the gorgeous blond. His enigmatic blue eyes drew her in. She could snack on the stagehand. Mmm… Yes, she could. Stop it. You’re not some hussy. She smiled and winked, buried in her leather-clad persona. She was a star after all. “Well, sugar, I am so ready.”
He seemed taken aback, a deep crimson sliding up the length of his neck. “Um. Good. You have five minutes.”
Jessica watched him walk away and by the time he reached the curtain, he was completely out of focus and lights flashed in front of her eyes. Her head was pounding and there was no doubt her pulse was racing. Why was she so terrified? She glanced to her right as she wiped her hands on her tight leather skirt. Perspiration clung to every inch of skin, forcing the material to stick to her in such an uncomfortable manner she issued a single moan.
“Go to the mike.” Cody guided with little emotion or inflection in his voice. He was more than just angry with her.
She nodded and headed to the microphone. Now her head and neck were in anguish. Bile rose in her throat and she swallowed hard, trying to keep from tossing her burrito lunch. Mexican had been the wrong choice. You can do this. You can do any damn thing you want to do.
“And now, welcome Fringe!”
The applause seemed cataclysmic, drawing Jessica into the light. She threw back her arms and strutted toward the microphone. The instant her hand wrapped around the cold steel, she lost it. This wasn’t a life she wanted any longer.
“You goddamn motherfuckers. I hate all of you!”

About Three Rivers Run Deep:

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.

Fighting fires soothes the ragin beast that war created.

Allowing me to live.

The REST? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.


Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite team of smokejumpers nestled in the heart of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

Publisher’s Note: This adult, action adventure romance offers suspense, danger, mystery, explicit, scenes and power exchange elements. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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About Piper Stone:

Best Selling author, Piper Stone writes in several genres including romantic suspense, thrillers, erotic romance, dark erotic, Domestic Discipline, spanking, Domination and submission and traditional romance. She has a love of the non-traditional, preferring to create worlds that defy the imagination. Wine and sous vide cooking are only second to her love of golden retrievers and you might find all three nestled in the pages of a book or two.
She has several releases from Blushing Books including Truth or Dare, His Demands – Dirty Little Secrets, Submissive For Hire, His Hidden Girl – Dirty Little Secrets, Becoming – Power Exchange and the Rescue Me Series, Maverick and Shadow. Her upcoming release, Three Rivers Run Deep, is book one in the Fire Devil Series.
She will also have several releases with Bethany’s Woodshed in the upcoming months.

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