Girl Code By DC Stone, Lea Brosen, Cait Jarrod And Jessica Jayne


Laydi Michaels woke with a start. The glare of sunlight stabbed like a two-ton

sledgehammer into her pounding brain, and she slammed her eyes shut. Not that a two-ton

hammer existed, but with how she felt—headache, nausea, and alarmingly, yet deliciously sore

in certain places—that was the only apt description.

She had the hangover of all binge drinkers. One that rivaled her high school days, where

she would disappear with Dad’s fifth of Jack, a bag from Burger King, and her best friends, until

not a drop remained in the bottle and they’d mastered the latest Pop hit.

At the top of their lungs.

Forward and backward.

Her stomach recoiled at the memory, and away from any mention of alcohol. Keeping her

eyes closed—because yes, her spinning vision didn’t do anything for her nauseous stomach—she

took stock of her surroundings. From the brief glimpse, she hadn’t recognized the bare white

walls, or the rose-colored drapes hanging in front of a large window.

This wasn’t her room, where the walls were a sage green and the windows had blackout

curtains—something required in her investigative line of work, due to her overnight surveillance

Next noticeable concern? She was completely naked, just as the day she was born. The

sheets against her skin—not that she moved much; no, her stomach revolted against that—were

soft, smoother than the Egyptian cream-colored ones back home.

And the most alarming detail of all? The very heavy and thick arm wrapped around her

waist. She lay slightly on her side, but her hip touched a warm thigh. From the uncomfortable

poking sensation and the stillness of this male body next to her, something was up before the

actual man was.

Raking her mind, she tried to remember anything, something from last night, a clue to

explain where she was and who she lay next to. But all she could come up with was how she’d

started the night by meeting, and then making an absolute blathering fool of herself to her boss,

Andrew Cox.

She paused and gave a little girly sigh. Tall, well over six-feet, built like a Greek God,

and not the ones learned about in History class. No, this guy had romance novel written all over

him. Combined with the charm of a gentleman, and the resemblance to Chris Hemsworth; ladies

fell all over themselves in his presence. And with his dating history, Andrew wasn’t one to shy

away from attention.

His hair was dark blond and a few weeks past needing a haircut. Bangs fell across his

forehead when he typed furiously on his computer, or when he interviewed a suspect and got

really into the story. His eyes changed colors depending on the shirt he wore. They could be

either blue or green, and were wide-set, startling to the female population. She’d seen many

women trip over their feet when taking in Andrew, and if his height, six-days-a-week I-work-

out-at-the-gym body, hair, or eyes didn’t do it, the silky velvet of his voice caused thighs to

tremble with anticipation.

He should have been a radio DJ, or a phone sex operator, instead of the CEO for Off The

Record Private Investigations.

He had a smooth southern drawl that spoke of being raised somewhere in the state of

Georgia…sexy as hell. She shuddered at the memory.

Two things happened next: her stomach lurched and bile rose, her body’s way of telling

her she had indeed indulged in one or two too many drinks last night.

Second, as she snapped her eyes open and dove from the bed, she caught a glance at the

mysterious stranger with her, who was really no stranger at all.

Gloriously sexy, sleepy—and familiar—blue eyes widened in surprised and concern

before she bounded across the room for the bathroom, where she promptly regurgitated last

night’s fun.


Girl Code
Anthology of 4 stories:
DC Stone, Lea Brosen,
Cait Jarrod, Jessica Jayne
Genre: erotic romance, contemporary romance,
romantic suspense
Date of Publication: July 31, 2015
ASIN: B00X602S8I
Word Count: Each story is between 35k-40k words
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Book Description:
Four best friends struggle with decisions that affect their lives, their hearts, and their futures. As sisters, they embrace the Girl Code.
Available at Amazon
All proceeds from sales are being donated to The Wounded Warrior Project
Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.
About DC Stone:
D.C. “Desi” Stone is a best-selling romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the northeast with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the ever-growing family of cats.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense, and erotica.
Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 NJRW Vice President and Conference Chair. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!
LIVE – Lea Brosen
After seven years in drug hell, detoxing Juliette “Juls” Carrington returns to her hometown Pearl to attend her grandmother’s burial. Once more rejected by her family, she has a swim in a pond nearby when a mysterious camper, an ex-drunk, coaxes her to come to his hut in the woods. Together they must fight their inner demons for a chance to love…and live.
About Lea Brosen
Lea Bronsen likes her reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic contemporary romance.
FAITH – Cait Jarrod
Selena Bodine escaped into the United States Air Force to leave behind a painful past and the one man who she refused to let herself love. Years later, an urgent call from her father brings her back to Pearl, Ohio and face to face with the man she still loves. But will the secret that Cullen is investigating her threaten their second chance?
About Cait Jarrod:
From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one. Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with a great group of women—the WWC, and loves a good glass of wine.
HOPE – Jessica Jayne
Josephine “Joey” Lockhart escapes her past, herself and her home town of Pearl, Ohio to Florida after high school. Years later, she meets a man that refuses to let her hide behind her camera lens and encourages her out of her shell. Will he be the one to push her to feel for the first time?
About Jessica Jayne:
Jessica is a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because she could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.
In the journey of life, she obtained her law degree (and bar license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.

Foxoddness by Maureen O. Betita


Casually, Will laid an arm across the back of the bench. “The windows and doors won’t

take very long. But if you’d like, we can talk about a few odd jobs. Like repairing this deck. I

think the support beams are failing; it’s too spongy. I have the time on my schedule.”

She turned her face toward his hand and inhaled the batch of pheromones he’d set down

earlier. Her eyes closed slightly and a tremble ran through her body. The obvious desire for more

flew through her. She took another deep breath. He set his drink cup down and turned to face

her. When he lifted his hand slightly, she ran a tongue down it, and then flinched back. “Oh!

I…uh…” The blush from the coffeehouse rose to a full bloom on her face.

How charming!

“Seems like a good thing to do…” Taking her hand in his, he raised it to his lips and ran

his tongue down it, and then sucked several of her fingers into his mouth.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. “Oh, God. I…want…”

“I like to follow my instincts, Sarah.” Will looked straight into her eyes. He licked at her

fingertips before setting that hand at his bulging crotch. With a moan, her eyes lost focus as the

pheromones took hold. Will kept still when she pushed off the bench, knelt on the deck, and

fought to get his pants open. Her fervor impressed him. She lowered her mouth onto him and

sucked like it was the first cock she’d ever touched.

A smidge of guilt ran through him, but the glory of her mouth swept that away. If she

hadn’t been inclined, it wouldn’t have worked.

Though he wanted to linger over the encounter, it was best if he delivered this first dose

of chemistry speedily. “Damn, that feels so good.” He stroked her hair, let his head drop back

and surrendered. She swallowed most of his cum, save for the bit that dribbled down her chin.

He smiled and lifted her, opening her shirt and spreading that bit down her cleavage, even

painting her nipples with it. “Make sure he sucks them tonight,” he whispered.

Sarah nodded, and he helped her back to the bench, securing her shirt before putting

himself back together. He picked up his drink and let her return to herself. His chemistry would

make sure she stayed calm. Her memory wasn’t going to argue with what just happened. It

would just shuffle it around; probably decide nothing had occurred save a pleasant fantasy.

As he expected, the lovely writer sat up straighter, picking up the conversation from

where it left off. “Yeah, the deck. It is a bit spongy. I keep trying to talk Andrew into putting

together a shed under there, with a door to the front and the back. And extend it.” She got up and

pointed to the box below the deck, giving him a nice view of her ass. “That used to be where the

twits before us kept their dogs.” It was as if the small interlude had never taken place.

His imagination sped ahead, picturing her spreading those legs and inviting him to fuck

her. Battling the image, he finished his cookies and then told her to check out the bedroom. “You

can watch while I get the new window in.”

Standing, she sedately followed him into the bedroom and lay down on the bed to

observe him work. He stepped in and out of the room. One of the times he came back in, she’d

slipped her hand under the waistband of the baggy jeans she was wearing and began

masturbating. Will ignored her and kept talking about the window. When she climaxed, filling

the room with her scent, he sat, pulling her hand free and cleaning it off. A small smile lit her

face and then she drifted into a late afternoon nap. Her susceptibility boded well for his pursuit.

He hoped Andrew was equally inclined. From impressions, he was nearly certain

Maureen O. Betita
Genre: contemporary erotic paranormal romance
Date of Publication: September 15, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-939914-67-5
Number of pages: 215
Word Count: 78,206
Cover Artist: Barbara Cool Lee
Book Description:
A house by the beach, happily married for over 25 years – what more could Sarah and Andrew Denby need? Yet, something is missing…until Will Bramble knocks on their door. He leads them into a deeper sensuality than they ever imagined.
The lanky redhead figures on a quick seduction, some fun in the sack and moving on. But Sarah’s laughter, Andrew’s strength, and the welcome of their bed, fills the hollow place in his heart.
From the haunted hills of Santa Bella, to the rambling fields of Scotland and the enchantments of Ireland, they discover the powers of physical intimacy, while the legacy of his magic, hidden beneath his human skin, brings their world to life.
Available at Amazon
About the Author:
Maureen O. Betita believes in the transformative power of sensual encounters. She uniquely blends erotic romantic adventure, plus fantasy/paranormal elements in her books, including The Kraken’s Caribbean series and the Forever A Pirate series.
Pirate Festivals, Steampunk Gatherings, Science Fiction and Fantasy Conventions, Renaissance Faires – these are all within her social sphere and she borrows, steals, and creates stories from her adventures at these venues. Her imagination includes worlds of science fiction romance with three books revolving around the common theme of Alien Encounters; an intricate creation of contemporary erotic fantasy, with Born in Flight; and trips to a slightly alternative side of contemporary Ireland with the upcoming 5 books series, Sex Magic.
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The Third Throne: Angel of Death by Tabitha Barret


Anjali felt the temperature of the room drop until ice particles formed from her breath.

The world around her fell away and went silent. The only sound she could hear was her

heartbeat. At first, it was strong and steady, but the tempo slowly changed until it sounded like

waves crashing on a beach. A brilliant blue filled her vision and she saw the ocean waves

rippling and dancing in front of her. She could practically feel the sand between her toes. It was a

peaceful sight. All of her worries were gone and she breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer had

to worry about destroying the world and killing everyone. Staying here in this serene place

would be wonderful. There would no longer be blood on her hands and the fate of the world

would be someone else’s problem. She could just drift away with the tide and be free.

She knew this feeling. It was simple and easy to understand. If you let go of your worries,

you will find happiness. She sighed, wanting to be happy.

Happy? The thought floated to the surface of her bewildered mind. There was no such

thing in her life. She was a servant of Lucifer, of Hell. Angels were meant to bow to her

command and do the will of God through her. Something was wrong. She wasn’t destined to be

happy, nor was she at the beach. She was in a cold, dark place without oceans and sand.

Romania. She was in Romania with Alazar, her Angel of Death, and he was tempting her with

his power.

The storm that dwelled inside of her, just below the surface, welled up as it recognized

the feeling of death. It yearned to reach out and touch Alazar’s power. It felt familiar, but not

because she had experienced death before. It was familiar because it was a part of her, a missing

piece. Her power reared up and clawed at her insides. It fought to reach Death and welcome him

home. The only thing holding it back was her ring. She used her thumb and carefully wiggled the

ring off her finger until she heard the small sound of metal hitting stone. Plink.

“Enough!” she screamed, letting her power rush to the surface.

Alazar was perplexed by her scream. He thought he was winning. She had seen the ocean

and had become complacent in her thoughts. What was happening? No one ever broke free of his

control, unless they resisted the temptation, which was rare. He never let them escape. He never

backed down from his temptation of a person, until they were dead. Something felt dishonest

about that as he watched Anjali break free of the vision.

It’s wrong to push people beyond their breaking point, he thought, just before he felt the

air stir.

He tried to release her face, but couldn’t move. He knew he was in trouble when her blue

eyes turned black and glowed with power.



The Third Throne:
Angel of Death
The Third Throne Series
Book Two
Tabitha Barret
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Heather Baker
Date of Publication: 7/31/2015
ISBN: 1514847507
Number of pages: 530
Word Count: 223,833
Cover Artist: Heather Baker
Book Description:
Anjali has embraced her destiny to end the world, but now she must find her ten Harbingers, known as the Predznak. She is determined to find Alazar, the Angel of Death, the former leader of the Predznak, before the other angels. She fears that he has lost hope and is close to becoming a Rogue Angel.
Alazar has spent too many centuries waiting for his Master Anjali to come and claim him. Deception and lies have kept them apart, but now it’s too late. He has vowed to the other Predznak that he will kill their Master so that they can be free.
During her search for Alazar, Anjali meets the Spirit Experts, paranormal investigators who are on a collision course with the Angel of Death. Anjali finds herself strangely attracted to one of the Spirit Experts and decides to become a part of their group in an effort to keep them safe from her dangerous angel.
Can Anjali stop Alazar from killing the Spirit Experts and destroying the surrounding town? Can she keep Lucifer in the dark about her affections for the mortal man? Will unseen enemies destroy all that Anjali holds dear?
The Third Throne: Angel of Death is the second book in the steamy Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance series.


Available at Amazon
About the Author:
Tabitha Barret graduated from Rutgers University with a BA in English. She married the guy from her Creative Writing class and together had two amazing children. They live in a quiet town in New Jersey with their three rambunctious dogs. She is currently working on her series, The Third Throne.