When Darkness Follows by Athena Daniels




When
Darkness Follows

Beyond
the Grave Series

Book
Four
Athena
Daniels
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Sunset Coast
Publishing
Date of Publication: 29th May,
2018
ISBN: 978-0-9944029-7-4
ASIN: B07BFKY4Q5
Number of pages: 303
Word Count: 115K
Cover Artist: Damonza
Tagline: The only man who can
save her, is the one she swore she’d never see again…
Book Description:
Rachel Sommers and her two best
friends don’t believe anything will happen when they sneak onto a haunted
shipwreck in the middle of the night. Why would they? Ghosts don’t actually
exist… right?
But Rachel and her friends
disturb something that night. Something demonic.
Something that lured Rachel to
the ship. And now one of her friends is dead, the other is missing, and
Rachel’s memory of the night is gone. There’s only one thing she knows for
sure: whatever killed her friend has followed her home.
Over a century ago, an act of
bitter jealousy and revenge tainted a crystal ball with an unstoppable evil.
And when the deadly object eerily turns up in her bedroom, Rachel’s nightmare
really begins.
Ex-Special Forces detective
Daniel Smith takes the case the moment Rachel’s name appears on his screen.
Rachel is the only woman he’s ever loved, but despite their explosive
chemistry, she’s determined to keep him at a distance.
With Rachel’s life on the line,
the disturbing truth about her ancestry and the cursed object she has inherited
must be uncovered. But is it already too late? Daniel will risk everything to
save the woman he loves, but how can he win this lethal game of cat and mouse
against a killer that is not flesh and blood?
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Excerpt:
Rachel wrapped
her arms around Daniel’s neck and kissed him back with a ferocity that
surprised her. All the emotion, the turmoil, of the last two weeks, the last
year, moved through her. She couldn’t remember why keeping away from him was so
important. Something about self-respect and needing to be more than just an
occasional fuck to someone.
Daniel crushed
her to his body, his tongue delving inside her mouth, tracing across her teeth.
He took control of the kiss, like the man controlled everything else in his
life. The heat of his mouth set her blood on fire, and her body submitted to
his natural dominance.
He groaned,
holding her to him so tightly she couldn’t breathe. But she didn’t need her own
oxygen when she could breathe his.
Daniel walked
her away from the water to where the sand was dry and still warm from the sun.
He fell to the sand, pulling her down on top of him. She laughed in surprise.
His sunglasses
fell off his head as he looked up at her. He cupped the back of her neck,
guided her head down and kissed her hard. She couldn’t think, couldn’t feel
anything but him.
Her soft, white
denim skirt slid up her thighs as she spread her legs and sat on his hips. His
erection, firmly encased in his jeans, pressed against her lacy white panties.
She rubbed against him, needed to, and his eyes flickered closed. He groaned,
the sound sending fire racing through her veins.
“I want you so
bad.” Daniel’s grip tightened on her hips, the roughness in his tone thrilling
her.
This was what
was familiar between them. This rawness and this uncontrollable desire.
“Tell me you
still want this.”
Rachel nodded.
“I said tell
me.”
The bite of
authority in the command made her blood race. Her mouth dried, and she
swallowed twice before she could speak.
“I want this.”
Daniel squeezed
his eyes shut, and when he opened them, emotion swirled heavily in his gaze.
“Tell me you
still want me.” His body went rigid as he waited for her answer, and her heart
stuttered to a stop.
“I want you,”
she said, the truth and a lie all at once. God she wanted him! Right now, in
this moment, she wanted him more than her next breath.
Daniel sat up,
cradling her in his lap, her legs wrapped around his hips as he kissed her
again, long and deep. She thrust her hands in his thick hair, holding him hard
as his hands ran up her thighs, his thumbs tracing along the seams of her
panties and making her core clench with anticipation.
He lifted the
hem of her top, his palm scorching the soft skin on her stomach as he moved to
cup her breast. His expression looked pained, his chest rising and falling as
his breathing grew labored.
As much pleasure
as he gave her, she loved watching how much simply touching her aroused him.
“A year,” Daniel
growled. “A whole fucking year.”
She cried out as
his fingers found a hardened nipple and squeezed. Pleasure, white-hot and
overwhelming, filled her, stole her breath.
His other hand
slid the thin fabric of her panties aside, his thumb gently tracing along her
slick entrance. Her heart skittered in her chest, her pulse roaring past her
ears.
“You need this
too,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “Don’t tell me you don’t.”
Tears burned her
eyes, and she squeezed her lids closed to hide her reaction to his words. She
needed him? Dear God! She fucking craved him.
And then he’d
leave…
And she’d be
left empty, wanting him. Frustration caused her to cry out at the same time his
thumb slipped inside her, and the sound was disguised as pleasure.
Frustration and
pleasure: those two extremes described what she had with Daniel perfectly.
Max barked, and
they both looked up to see him bounding through the thick sand toward them. He
barked again, and Rachel followed his gaze and noticed two people at the top of
the sand dunes, making their way to the water.
“Fuck,” Daniel
growled.
How like Daniel
to always make her feel as though they were the only two people in the world.
She pressed her forehead against his, his ragged breath warm across her skin.
Before the couple could see them clearly, she rolled off Daniel and tugged her
skirt back into place, her body still tingling with the feel of his touch.

About
the Author:  
Athena Daniels is the #1
international bestselling author of the award-winning Beyond the Grave
paranormal romance series and the romantic thriller Desperate.
In 2016, Athena was nominated for
Author of the Year and Best New Author in AusRom Today’s Reader’s Choice
Awards.
Her novel Girl Unseen won the
Silver Medal in the 2017 Readers’ Favorite® International Book Awards and was
awarded a Silver Medal in the 2017 Literary Titan Book Awards. Girl Unseen was
an “Official Selection” in the New Apple Literary Awards, and was also
nominated for 2017 Book of the Year in AusRom Today’s Reader’s Choice Awards.
The Seer’s Daughter was the solo
Medalist Winner in the Suspense/Thriller category of the 2016 New Apple Annual
Book Awards for Excellence in Independent Publishing.
The Seer’s Daughter was also a
finalist in the 11th Annual National Indie Excellence Awards in Suspense and in
the 2016 Readers’ Favorite® International Book Awards. Additionally, The Seer’s
Daughter was nominated for 2016 Book of the Year and 2016 Cover of the Year in
AusRom Today’s Reader’s Choice Awards.
Girl Unseen and The Seer’s
Daughter are both 5-star Top Picks at The Romance Reviews.
Athena has a natural curiosity
about the “more” there is in life and holds several qualifications in
metaphysics and natural therapies. She is a neuro-linguistic programming (NLP)
practitioner, life coach, and feng shui specialist.
Athena lives on the northern
beaches of sunny Western Australia. Find out more about her at
www.athenadaniels.com, or follow her on Twitter @AthenaDaniels11 and on
Facebook at /AthenaDaniels11.

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Born of Air by Sean Michael

Born of Air

 

Dragon Soul Series

 

Book Four

 

Sean Michael
Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M, Fantasy
Publisher: Carina Press
Date of Publication: 06/04/2018
ISBN: 9781488024368
ASIN: B07B519L19
Number of pages: 315
Word Count: 143,970
Book Description:
Meet the Beteferoce brothers: five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
He said he was flying on a silver dragon. He called me “Markus-meine.” Who would know all that? Who? And how?
SWAT cop and dragon shifter Mark Beteferoce had—and lost—a soul mate. He’s finally at the point where he can get through the days without thinking about what used to be…until he tastes Quincy O’Brien’s doughnuts and takes him home to play.
Quincy O’Brien is a gifted baker, but at night he dreams of soaring through the sky on dragonback and being topped by the perfect Dom. Mark satisfies the kinky urges Quincy has only explored in his subconscious, pushing his limits and caring for him afterward.
From the start, their connection was more than sexual. It’s known; it’s familiar somehow. And it’s slowly driving Mark insane. What shouldn’t be possible most certainly is, and the bond between himself and Quincy runs deeper than either of them could ever have realized.
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“We’re ready. Go
ahead and open for the day.” Quincy slid the last tray of doughnuts into the
case as his sister headed for the door, the smell of sugar thick on the air.
The Aerie Bakery
had been in business for four gen¬erations and it felt good every morning,
seeing the little line of people waiting for breakfast and coffee. Quincy felt
that this was what he’d been born to do. Kneading dough and feeding people came
as naturally as breath¬ing.
“Opening now,”
Barb warned him so he was braced for the first flood of customers. There was a line
today, as there was most mornings. The next hour was busy. Many of the
customers were regulars he and Barb knew well enough to ask about the latest
regarding work or family and friends. Maybe the chatter slowed the line down,
but only marginally and they more than made up for it with repeat customers who
really felt like they were valued, which they were. After the first hour, he
and Barb got a wee bit of a break, enough time for them to take a breather and
bring out the second round of trays.
“I think we’ll
be sold out by eleven, Quince.”
He nodded to
Barb. “I think you’re right.” That worked for him. He’d been working since
three a.m. to get things ready for the morning rush.
A couple of cops
came in, SWAT by the looks of their uniforms. One of them, Tom, was a regular
who came in for two dozen doughnuts almost every day. Not to be stereotyping or
anything, but the Halifax cops did love his doughnuts.
“I tell you,
Mark, you need to get laid,” Tom said, making his friend roll his eyes.
“That’s your
answer to everything.” Mark was huge: big, broad shoulders and a deep voice
that Quincy swore he felt in his belly.
Yummy.
There was no way
this guy had a problem getting laid.
He gave them a
smile. “It’s not a bad answer. Hey, Tom.”
“Hey, Quincy.
It’s not a bad answer at all. It’s a great answer.” Tom chuckled and turned to
his friend. “Mark, this is Quincy—the baker of the most amazing dough¬nuts in
town. Quincy, this is Mark, he’s on the team.”
Mark nodded to
him. “Good to meet you. We do re¬ally like your doughnuts. They don’t last long
when¬ever Tom brings them in.” Eyes the color of a stormy sky took him in.
“I love to hear
that. You want two dozen assorted?”
“We do. And I’d
like a half dozen of the square ones with raisins in a separate box, please.”
Tom smirked.
“Mark’s addicted.”
“I am not. I
just know what I like.” Mark was look¬ing right at Quincy as he said it.
“That’s a great
quality in a man.”
About the Author:
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and persuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

 

Dating Rules by Keeley Holmes




Dating Rules

 

Serendipity Series

 

Book Two

 

Keeley Holmes
Genre: Sexy romantic comedy
Publisher: KH Novels
Date of Publication: 29th May 2018
ISBN: 9781986752664
Number of pages: 289
Word Count: 51k
Cover Artist: Keeley Holmes
Book Description:
Losing control is not an option for Izzy Shaw, something past experience has taught her. When you’re not in control, bad things happen. So when Parker Cole comes bustling into her life with his carefree manner, no full time job and his terrible Hawaiian shirts, she knows she should stay away.
For Parker, seeing Izzy at Penelope’s wedding stirred something in him. Izzy intrigues him. She’s attracted to him but she holds back and she doesn’t realise he sees this as a challenge. Usually when he wants something, he goes for it.
For Izzy, being attracted to a man and allowing herself to act upon it is defined by her rules. She lives by her rules, they protect her…
Parker is a rule breaker.
Over the course of 10 dates Parker has to persuade Izzy that he’s worth the risk, he has to persuade her that sometimes life doesn’t have to be all about rules, sometimes you have to walk on the edge to really appreciate living…
He will prove this to her, one date at a time.
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    I blinked at him. “You realise you sound
like that puppet thing off those films…what are they called again?”
    “Saw?”
    “Yeah, that’s the one. You planning on
killing me?”
    “Only with orgasms, sweetheart,” Parker winked.
    Urgh.
Why did I fall for it? “What game?”
    “A word game.”
    I sighed and drank the rest of my wine.
“That tells me nothing. What game?”
    The DVD started. Men were singing as they
hammered at ice. I laughed so hard I had to hold my stomach. What the hell?
“Are we watching Frozen?” 
    “Yes,” he said, straight faced and very
serious as he sipped his own drink.
    I wiped away a tear. I’d seen the half
smile on his lips.  “How many times have
you played this game to this?”
     “Often. I find it’s a good way to get
drunk.”
     “I
can’t get drunk,” I squeaked.
     Or any more than I already was…
     I shouldn’t drink around him. It was
dangerous. I had no control and I wanted him more when alcohol flowed through
me. I wanted to throw my rules out of the window, alcohol made me feel
carefree, it made me embrace danger.
    “That’s part of the game,” he chuckled.
    Oh shit. “I don’t-”
    He cut me off, because he probably knew
that I was going to do everything I could to get out of it. “Rule time. Do you
want to begin at beginner level or advanced level?”
    “You’ve actually created levels for this?”
I was already in too deep to back out…and I was kind of interested.
    “We men take drinking games very
seriously.”
    I shook my head whilst my teeth nipped at
my bottom lip. His thumb grazed against it. Those eyes of his stared right into
me.
    Sweet fuck.
   “Let’s start at the beginner level,” he
answered for me, and let his thumb drop from my lip.
    I’d wanted the kiss.
    I
also knew that he was challenging me. “Why?”
    He shrugged. “You’ve already had quite a
bit to drink so…”
    Dick.
    Like I couldn’t handle my drink…okay, I
couldn’t, but still, he didn’t dictate what I could do or how much I could
take.
    Which wasn’t much
more if I was being honest.
    “Give me the advanced level.”
    “Fine,” he chuckled. “Don’t say I didn’t
warn you.”
     I scowled and glared at my empty glass,
like it was the one to get me into this mess. Well, it would get me into a
mess, but probably a different kind. Why couldn’t I say no? What was wrong with
me?
    “So, rules, any mention of the word snowman
or Olaf’s name and you drink.”
    I nodded.  
    “No sips. It has to be a mouthful. Sips are
for losers.”
    “Fine.”
    “More
rules yet, babe. Whenever Anna says, “Wait, What?” you have to drink.”
    “Does she say that a lot?”
    His smile was devilish. “Whenever ‘Let it
go’ is said or sung, you drink.”
    Christ. I was going to be hammered. I didn’t
know all the words to the song, but I knew that the song was called ‘Let it Go’
so that meant it would have the words in it.
    “That all of it?” I prayed that was it
because I wasn’t going to be able to stand up at the end.
    “Not quite. Last but not least, whenever Elsa
freezes something, you drink.”
    “It’s called fucking Frozen… she freezes things all the time!”
    “I know,” he laughed, “you ready?”
    Damn it. My stubborn side had won out and
now I was definitely getting myself into trouble. “Yes, but I need a different
drink.” A drink that would affect me less over a longer length of time. Wine would
certainly get me pissed within minutes.

 

About the Author:
Keeley Holmes is the author of sexy romantic comedies and NA books. She loved writing so much that whilst her friends were off doing work experience in schools and child care placements, she was doing hers in a publishing house. That was when she wrote her first book at 15, it was set in America and it was about a murdering woman with a glass eye… Number one bestseller…
After working full time and gaining her English Literature and Language degree, she changed her mind about becoming a teacher, when would she write books if she had to mark them? Instead she wrote her second book in 2007. From that moment, she’s written books as a side hobby and now she wants the world to read and love them! She’s a sucker for a romance books, with a little bit (a lot!) of kink in them!
She lives in beautiful Yorkshire, when sometimes she leaves the house and appreciates that beauty, before crawling back into her cave to write.