5 Star Book Review of ~~ White Knight Academy…the Beginning~~ Lucian Bane

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Synopsis:

Lucian and Tara may have won Dom Wars and the Million–two, in fact–but they didn’t realize they’d be the reigning Mr. and Mrs. Dildo USA.
As the new “Faces” of the large adult-toy company, they’re required to train at least five couples within five years, in the art of Dominance and submission. In addition to selling X amount of Gladiator toys.
Only problem is, Gramma isn’t leaving Maplewood, Missouri, which means they’ll have to conduct Undercover Operation-Kink in Tara’s stuck-up, religious hometown, without getting caught and having the entire family thrown out.
But two million dollars is two million dollars, and Lucian and Tara didn’t come all this way to forfeit everything they sacrificed. So, the plan is to Dom and sub up, find a way to pull this kink-heist off, and collect their winnings. And with the help of his good friend Steve, he’s sure they can manage anything.

Buy it

http://www.amazon.com/White-Knight-Dom-Academy-Beginning-ebook/dp/B00RGWA6S6

The Author: 

Lucian Bane here.

So, I’ve heard from many that I’m the odd one out. But really, I’m just a Husband, an Author, and a Christian Dom. Ah, maybe that’s the one that makes everybody pause. Oxymoron?

Not at all.

As an author, I like to write stories—paranormal erotica and contemporary erotica—about men who honor, cherish, and protect the women they love.

But more importantly, I also attempt to make these stories a reality for couples everywhere by teaching them in the form of fiction how to add heat and passion to marriages and relationships that might not have it. Teach them how to build life-long commitments that form strong families, like I have with my own beautiful wife.

I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. A map for women as well, to teach them how to bring out the Dom that exists within the men they call boyfriend or husband.

As young men, our inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my inner Dom’s reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, the transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my opinion, is simply a real man.

Where to Find Him:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/author.lucian.bane35

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7873610.Lucian_Bane

Twitter https://twitter.com/Lucian_Bane

Website http://lucianbane.com/

White Knight Academy

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23494875

My Review

Lucian has been a pleasure to read since the first book of his I read, Dom Wars1.

Through each book Tara and Lucian grew together and this one WKDA, seems like

a coming home a accumulation of everything they’ve through and still came out loving

and passionate.

Each character is defined within themselves and Lucian and Tara as a unit makes for

a truly engaging story. You will love the Grandma she is freaking amazing!

Almost from the start Lucian will have you fanning your face and maybe changing your

panties. (smiles) You can feel the passion and the love Tara and Lucian have for each other

and how well they “work” together as a team.

I think more than the hot scenes that he writes superbly.. you will get a bit of the writer

himself. As he is selling nothing short, his actions… his motives..

This was just the right length with out too much laggy detail, I’d not say it was a stand alone…

maybe but the others should be read before this one. Just so you have a back story. I also like

seeing old friends come to this story. Again some personality traits, some life lessons, some

panty wetting scenes, some that will have you laughing and yes maybe shed a tear or two…

Loved it, Recommend it.. Enjoyed it.

His Other Books

Dom Wars 

https://www.goodreads.com/series/123160-dom-wars

Ruin Series

https://www.goodreads.com/series/138222-ruin

“Hunted by a Jaguar Blog Barrage” Author Felicity Heaton

huntedbyajaguar-barrage-postgraphicHunted by a Jaguar, the fourth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book.

Find out how to enter the Hunted by a Jaguar international giveaway (ends January 18th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 7 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/hunted-by-a-jaguar-paranormal-romance-novel.php

Here’s more about Hunted by a Jaguar, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

Hunted by a Jaguar (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 4)
Felicity Heaton
A jaguar shifter with a dark secret, Kyter has spent his entire life running from his demons. When a tragedy takes him back to his pride’s village, he is set on a path of vengeance that will see him collide with the terrible ghosts of his past and a beautiful vision of his future.

Iolanthe deals in finding artefacts for discerning clients, but this time her client is one of the deadliest men in Hell and her mission has the highest stakes imaginable. Failure is not an option when your life is on the line, but things take a dangerous turn when she crosses paths with a handsome and mysterious male on the hunt for the same artefact—a male who declares she is his eternal mate.

Can Iolanthe resist Kyter’s wicked allure and find the artefact before he does? Can Kyter face his demons and win the heart of his fated female? Or will this deadly game of cat and mouse claim both of their lives?

Hunted by a Jaguar is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/hunted-by-a-jaguar-paranormal-romance-novel.php

Hunted by a Jaguar – Excerpt        Hunted by a Jaguar

Kyter took one last deep breath and started down the hill, his step faltering as he approached the village. The hill was more a part of him than the village had ever been. He had spent most of his life up on it, looking down on the village, watching from a distance as ceremonies took place. Especially when they were mating ceremonies.

He never could bear being in the village for those. They only reminded him that he would never have such a thing.

There was no fated mate for him out there.

Now he had to take part in the worst ceremony of all.

He entered the boundaries of the village and kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, on the main building and the people gathered there. The acrid scent of smoke still filled the air, reminding him that only a week had passed since the attack on his kin. A week ago, she had been alive and now she was dead.

Murdered.

Had she been afraid? Had she tried to fight or escape? Had she begged for mercy? For her life?

What had he been doing?

Laughing over a glass of Hellfire in his bar with a pretty little mortal female who had been trying to get his attention all night.

She had been fighting for her life, and he had been laughing while it happened.

Tears burned his eyes and he scrubbed them away, refusing to let them fall. He should have been here. He never should have left.

He reached the edge of the gathered and all eyes turned to him, a hush falling over the village. He ignored them and averted his gaze to the earth, shutting out the pointed looks and the silent accusations that pressed down on his already trembling shoulders.

Kyter glanced at the lead elder of the pride, a tall slender male with short greying hair, and caught the coldness in his golden gaze. More ice than usual.

It had been a long time since Kyter had left this place behind, but he hadn’t forgotten the hostility of his pride. He could never forget. They had made sure of that. His back burned, each laceration feeling as if it had only just happened. The lash of the whip rang in his ears. His own pitiful cries followed it.

He closed his eyes against the memories and turned away from the older male.

The gathered parted for him, which was more than he had expected from them, and he swallowed hard, his throat tightening by degrees as he lifted his head and approached the dead.

Males. Females. Children. All laid out in rows. They numbered in their twenties. Almost half of the pride, and all of their strongest males. Their finest warriors.

Kyter looked at one of them and stopped dead as a vision of the male as a boy filled his mind. A violent collision of fear and hope flooded Kyter’s heart as he stood before the boy, eye-level with him, and the boy pointed at him. The big elder male beside him signalled to two other adult males. Kyter backed away, shaking his head. They clamped strong hands down on his arms and dragged him across the square in front of everyone.

To the column.

The sound of females sobbing yanked him back to the present and he breathed again, his hands shaking as his heart thundered against his ribs.

Kyter stared blankly at the women off to his right, the village of old disappearing to reveal them to him as they clutched each other, consoled by their shared grief and bonded by it.

He flexed his fingers, filled with a need to tell them that he was sorry for their loss, even when he knew that they wouldn’t listen to a word he had to say. They would only look upon him with scorn and disgust. He hadn’t come for them anyway. He had learned long ago not to give a damn about them, because they didn’t give a damn about him. He had come here for one person.

Kyter’s eyes shifted to a small form on a pyre off to the left of the square, her body laid apart from the others and covered only in a piece of pale cloth. Ice and fire speared his chest, freezing and burning his heart at the same time. His throat clogged. Tears stung his eyes. Not only born of grief. They were born of fury too. Anger that even in death they were punishing her and holding her away from them, when she had loved them all so dearly. All because she had made a mistake. Duped by a male.

A growl curled up his throat, his anger growing as he realized that they blamed her for what had happened to the pride. He knew they blamed him. They always blamed him. The product of her mistake.

He slowly walked towards her, his eyes locked on her, his heart labouring in his chest. His legs shook with each step, his strength leaving him as he drew closer to her, and then gave out when he saw her bruised and lacerated face.His beautiful mother.

He collapsed to his knees beside her and pulled her cold body into his arms, gently lifting the top half from the palm leaves. Her scent filled his senses and he gathered her against him, buried his face in her throat and cried out the grief ripping him apart inside. Tears spilled in an unstoppable flow as he breathed in her scent with each ragged inhale. He shook to his core and clutched her closer, unable to stop the words from spinning around his mind, damning him. She had been fighting for her life. He had been laughing. Kyter rocked with her, with each hard sob that racked his body, and growled against her mottled skin. “I should have made you come with me. I shouldn’t have left you behind.”

He chuffed, the low coughing sound that begged for reassurance and comfort reverberating in his throat, but she didn’t answer him. She would never answer him again. That knowledge tore him apart inside, ripping him to shreds, leaving him in pieces. He growled again, restless with a need to shift and roar out his agony so the entire rainforest would know his pain and know it had lost one of its most beautiful creatures. He barely leashed that urge, fighting to maintain his human form and to hold with tradition. He had to endure it all in this form. He was still a slave to tradition, even though he tried not to be. He had tried to break free of the pride, but he had never been able to remove himself from them and view them as strangers. He was weak. He had wanted to be strong. He had wanted to show her that her son was strong. He had wanted her to be proud of him. He had intended to create a place for her where they could be happy and then come for her. He had done the first part, but had never been strong enough to do the second. He had never been strong enough to come back to this place.

Now she was gone. And he was here. He sniffed back his tears, laid her down on the pyre and eyed the tattered piece of cloth that covered her. He had known the bastards wouldn’t honour her and send her to her ancestors in a manner fit for her. He removed his backpack, unzipped it and carefully removed the beautiful embroidered brown and gold tunic she had given him as a parting gift. She had called it a reminder of what he was and where his home truly was. He had told her that his home was with her. It always would be.

A dark-haired male dressed in the traditional blue and gold tunic of an elder stepped forwards with a clear intention of stopping him from dressing her as she should be for her funeral. Kyter snarled at him, baring his emerging fangs to warn him away. The male hesitated, but still looked as if he would intervene. If he did, Kyter would fight him, and the man would have to be a bloody idiot not to know that. There was too much pain in him. Too much fury. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from unleashing his animal form and taking out all that raw pain and anger on anyone who came near him. The dark-haired male looked to the graying elder, clearly saw an order to stand down, and backed off.

Kyter kept his narrowed gaze locked on the male until he halted at a distance and then returned to his grim task. He unbuttoned the tunic, his trembling fingers making it slow work. He blinked away his tears whenever they blurred his vision and focused on his task, trying to use it to give him a moment of respite in which he could shut down the pain burning within him and rekindle his strength. The last gold button came free and he opened the two sides, revealing the quilted black interior, and dressed his mother in silence, slipping her slender arms into it and closing it over her body before removing the rag they had dared place on her.

He breathed hard to hold back his tears as he fastened the buttons that formed a line down her chest. When he was done, he brushed his fingers through her long sandy hair, neatening her appearance, and then sat back.The tunic was too big for her, and it was meant for a male, but she looked beautiful in it. Tears raced down his cheeks. He scrubbed them away and then took hold of her hand, clutching it tightly in his fingers. They trembled against her cold skin. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice gravelly with tears and thick with the emotions raging out of control inside him. “I swear… I will find who did this and I’ll make them pay.” “That will not change what happened.” The familiar deep voice stirred hatred in his heart and Kyter brushed his tears away before turning a glare on the grey-haired elder, meeting his golden eyes. Kyter pulled down a steadying breath to settle his jaguar side, released his mother’s hand and rose to his aching feet. “I know.” He stared hard at the male, his shoulders squared and his feet braced apart, ready for the conflict he felt coming. “But it’s what I have to do.” The male’s gaze darkened. “It won’t atone for your sin.”

“My sin?” Kyter barked and took a step towards the male, unable to stop himself from closing the distance between them as his hackles rose. “What about your sins? At least I’m willing to do something. You’ll do nothing.” Several other males edged closer to him. Coming to defend their precious elder. Kyter shot them all warning looks and fur rippled over his arms, his fingernails briefly transforming into claws. They ground to a halt, maintaining their distance but still watching him closely. They could attack if they wanted. He would welcome a fight right now and welcome tossing a few more bodies onto their pyres.

“How many have died because of you?” the grey-haired elder said, snapping Kyter’s attention back to him. “How many because of her?” Kyter launched a fist at the male, grabbed the front of his blue and gold tunic, and snarled as he dragged him closer, so they were only centimetres apart. He barely leashed his dark fury, the fierce need to lash out and deal pain to the bastard who had given it to him so many times.

“Back off. Leave her out of this. She had nothing to do with his.” Kyter shoved the male away from him. The elder stumbled back a few steps and held his hands out at his sides, stopping the other males in their tracks as they growled and advanced on Kyter. Kyter eyed them all again, his heart pumping hard, and part of him wanted to goad them into a fight. He needed the violence and the pain. He looked back at his mother and that desire instantly vanished, a calm settling over him and carrying away his dark urges. She valued tradition. He didn’t want her to see him break with it. Kyter turned his glare back on the greying elder. “Just tell me what the fuck happened here. Which pride attacked us?”

Everyone fell silent. Everything. It felt as if the whole rain forest had stopped breathing. He looked around at the faces of his kin, seeing the wariness in their eyes, tension that filled him with a sense of dread. “It was not another pride.” Those words leaving the elder’s lips made Kyter cold inside. He didn’t want to put it out there, or know the answer because he feared it, but he had to ask.

“Who?” He looked back at the elder, sending a prayer to his gods that he didn’t say what he knew he was going to say. “Demons.” Kyter stared at him in shocked silence, reeling from that blow even though he had expected it. Demons had attacked prides in the past, decimating their numbers, but those attacks had ended centuries ago when the prides had left the mortal cities and had settled back in their traditional habitats.

There hadn’t been a demon attack on the prides since he had been born. Kyter’s gaze drifted back to his mother and he swallowed hard. He knew who had orchestrated the attack on his pride and who was responsible for the death of his mother. He knew who he had to hunt down and make pay for what had happened here. It settled like a lead weight in his gut and an angry growl curled from his lips. His father.

Hunted by a Jaguar is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Find all the links, a fantastic 7 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/hunted-by-a-jaguar-paranormal-romance-novel.php

Eternal Mates Series Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:

Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince

Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King

Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince

Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar

Book 5: Craved by an Alpha – Coming January 27th 2015                                       Eternal Mates 4-7

Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat – Coming February 17th 2015

Book 7: Taken by a Dragon – Coming March 10th 2015

About Felicity Heaton:

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk

Blog: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/blog/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/felicityheaton

Twitter: http://twitter.com/felicityheaton

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/felicityheaton

Blog Tour and Review of “Bound” by Lora Ann

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Blog Tour for Bound (Strand Brothers Series, #2) by Lora Ann

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Synopsis

 When submission, love, and something far too terrifying bind.

How far will you go for someone you love? Which lines are you willing to cross? Who will you turn to when the ones that should be there for you aren’t?

Lacey Kincaid is in search of her drug addicted, twin sister, Keeley. But every time she locates her, Keeley moves on. Now Keeley has disappeared without a trace and it’s up to Lacey to find her before it’s too late.

Even (pronounced Evan) a.k.a. E Strand is the youngest of three and by far the most dangerous. No, he isn’t a badass like his oldest brother, Nik. Nor is he the most handsome like his brother, Alex. His danger lies in his personal preferences in the bedroom. Many know him as the Master and it is a title he deserves. Owner of numerous sex clubs as well as instructor of BDSM Even is fulfilled, until the night a dancer at one of his clubs catches his eye. She’s innocent. Beautiful. Off limits. Yet he wants her for his own.

It doesn’t take long for E to realize the woman he desires to dominate needs his help. As their journey to find Keeley runs into one dead-end after another, passion ignites between these two. But is it enough to bind them together forever? Or, will the bond between sisters keep the lovers apart? Can they free Keeley from the clutches of a madman in time? And if they do, will happily ever after be in their future?

Due to violence, language, & sexual content this book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.

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Excerpt 18+

 

From out of nowhere a handcuff was secured around one of my wrists and then to the headboard. As efficiently as he had that hand restrained, he did the same to the other. Now, I was at his mercy. While that probably should’ve frightened me, it had quite the opposite effect. Warm liquid trickled at my core as I squirmed under his heated gaze.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, as I stared at his beautiful mouth.

A wicked grin appeared. “Whatever the hell I want, sweetness,” he growled before slipping his finger inside me. I began to move my hips, for some kind of relief, as he toyed just on the inside of my channel. There was no controlling the whimper that escaped. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

On a frustrated moan I replied, “You.”

“Not good enough.”

I clamped my legs together, locking his hand in place as I confirmed, “Yes…” He hooked his fingers forward to stimulate—I assumed—my g-spot “…you,” I ground out under the onslaught of sensations.

He withdrew from my body and sat back on his haunches. “We stay like this,” motioning his hand between our bodies for emphasis, “until you tell me.”

I yanked on my restrains, which hurt. The grimace on his face told me he didn’t want me in pain. “Stop that,” he ordered. “Those things bite if you pull on them.”

Now he tells me! “A heads-up would’ve been nice.”

“And take away all the fun.”

Grr. The man could really get my hackles up without any effort, whatsoever. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Mm-mm, just the sight of you gets me hard.”

Without forethought, my eyes drifted to his amazing erection. How could he do that so quickly? “I thought men weren’t capable of multiple orgasms,” I blurted out my thoughts. He threw his head back and laughed. “Nice to know I can entertain you while I lay here all hot and bothered,” I grumbled.

He leveled his gaze on me and pointed out, “I’m merely waiting for your instructions.”

I swallowed hard before I confessed, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Let me demonstrate.” His hand moved over his left nipple as he pinched it. “Ah, yes,” he moaned. “Right now, I’m imaging your teeth biting down. Do you see my dick pulse in response?”

Again, my eyes traveled over his washboard abs, along the hairline below his navel, until they alighted on his cock. He hadn’t lied, it was throbbing.  As he moved his hand over to the right nipple, his other hand began to stroke his rod. He continued, “I’m picturing your hands fisting me, moving up and down before you place it inside your wet, pink pussy.”

Oh, my. His dirty words were actually going to make me come. I couldn’t very well touch myself in this position, so my legs began to spread of their own accord. I directed, “Put it in.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What exactly would you like me to put in?”

Heavens, the man was both infuriating and sexy as hell. And while his filthy talk was a complete aphrodisiac, I wasn’t sure I could reciprocate. “Your…manhood.”

He chuckled. “Say it, Lacey.”

I raked my bottom lip with my teeth and closed my eyes. “Please, E.”

He straddled my hips, sliding his shaft between my sopping folds. “Talk dirty to me, sweetness.” To get my capitulation he balanced his weight on one forearm and used his other hand to stroke and tease my nipple. His mouth descended onto the other breast as he continued to stroke himself along my overly lubricated slit. “I won’t let you come until you do as I’ve asked.”

A whine came forth before I acquiesced, “I want your big and thick cock inside me, now. Let me milk you dry,” I added for good measure.

“Fuuuuuck. That was hella sexy,” he commended. “Say something else.” Then he began to suck on the sensitive tip of my breast and pinched the other to the point of a wonderful ache. All the while the head of his penis stroked my bundle of nerves between my thighs. I locked my legs around his waist as I lifted my hips. “Put your dick in and let me take you with me over this damn edge.”

My 5 star Review

Amazing Loved it. BDSM is a lifestyle to be understood, its as individual as the people themselves. Always keep in mind the three basic rules should never be altered… after that how one proceeds is up to that person and what they are looking for. I liked how Lora Ann brought that across in this book.

This read was twisted in some parts had me going damn a few times. Its not a stand alone, elemenets from the first one is in this one also , but truly worth the read.

Even .. E to most people thinks his life is pretty much settled, or so he thought. The youngest brother of three and a career path that would leave most gasping and turning their nose up… but secretly wishing they could be a part of. Lately women just didn’t stir that need anymore… or so he thought.

Lacey “the good daughter” straight laced girl next door.. now a stripper out looking for her sister. She is in the middle of her set when she notices him. Lacey has been burning up pavement for some clue on where her sister is….all she gets is the feeling of danger and hopelessness.

There as been young women coming up missing… Alex another strand brother has been on the case of sorts with no viable lead. No women are safe.. not even Aimee.

I wanted to hand out a few slaps to the back of the head. I had to put my tablet down, then pick it up again, I like how easily your life shifts. If you read “Branded” then pull up a seat and let Lora Ann shock you, make you mad and make you giggle.. had a few times I saw myself fanning my face.

What a exciting journey this story was … I dont think I can find one negative about bound ..Do I recommend it .. hell yeah! It was fun in parts, it was enlightening in parts. Dangerous in parts… Id have to say some scenes were intense I found myself in a WTF or WTH mode a few times. Enjoy

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About the Author

Lora is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline, before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family, and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.

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book blast for FUELED BY LUST: MAXIM Author Celeste Prater

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Fueled By Lust: Maxim

Releasing 1-6-2015 exclusively at www.bookstrand.com/celeste-prater and 6-8 weeks later at major retailers

[A Siren Classic Erotic Sci-Fi Romance – Book 6]

A simple turn of your head can change your life forever. That’s what Maxim Telarius will soon realize when he spots a female cracking up passengers at an airport counter. What he didn’t expect was to find his potential mate when the counter comedian inevitably trips over a suitcase and practically lands in his lap. One innocent touch and he’s fighting through a powerful mating surge and begging her not to leave. One blink and she could be lost to him forever.

Skylar Grey is fleeing for her life with a mysterious object stuffed in her purse and no idea where’s she heading. When she spots a gorgeous hunk she just dreamed about, what’s a girl to do? Watching the guy twist on the floor in agony wasn’t what she envisioned. Should she run, or stay to help someone that seems extremely important to her survival?

Book 6 in the Fueled By Lust Series doesn’t disappoint on the erotic, set your hair on fire expectations of the Insedi male.

Reader note: Series best read in sequence

 

Excerpt: 

 Maxim couldn’t tear his gaze away. She’d stopped on the edge of the crowd and was asking a couple if they knew how to get to the bus terminal. Her voice was melodic and ethereal. She thanked them and turned his way. Realizing he was staring at her like an idiot, Maxim turned to the guy sitting across from him. Shit. Had his face worn that same ridiculous expression of adoration?

Unable to help himself, he glanced back to her and was shocked to see she was now staring at him. Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted as if she was surprised. The closer she drew to him, the higher her brows rose. He felt his stomach clench when she spoke. Tingles shot up his spine and he shivered.

“You.”

Frowning, Maxim glanced to the right. He was the only “you” sitting on this side of the row of connected chairs. When he turned back to her, he watched her mouth open in surprise as her foot caught the edge of a suitcase sticking out in the aisle. She lost her footing, and he leapt from his chair. Without thought, Maxim reached out to stop the inevitable plunge to the ground. The moment she clutched his arm, their eyes locked. He rolled to the side to give her something else to land on beside the hard tiles.

Back slamming onto the floor, Maxim felt the air rush from his lungs. Her generous breasts pressed heavily against his chest before she rolled away. An intense electrical surge rushed through his system and bent his spine to the point he thought it would snap in two. Agony and bliss warred with each other to determine which one would finally kill him. He heard shouts, but they sounded muted and far away. His mind tried to reason why someone was stabbing the hollow of his throat, yet running a soothing palm across his forehead at the same time.

Feeling a hard tug on his hand, Maxim freed whatever he’d been grasping. Gritting his teeth, he fought to stay lucid as whatever was destroying him decided to finish it or go away. Something snatched his other hand, and he latched on as if it was the tenuous thread to continued breathing. He opened his eyes and everything made sense.

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Celeste was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and the proud.

A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.

Her true love is writing erotic romance, especially about alien hunks that know how to treat their females.

Drusus, Severus, Cato, Lucien, Caelius, Maxim and many more have swirled in her dreams until she had to bring them to life and allow them to find love within the pages of the Fueled by Lust book series.

Book 1 DRUSUS was nominated as Top 5 Finalist and placed 3rd in the 2014 RWA Passionate Ink’s 9th Annual Passionate Plume Book Contest in Erotic SciFi/Fantasy Category. Book 2 SEVERUS achieved BEST BOOK review rating and won April 2014 BOOK OF THE MONTH Reader Poll at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS. Book 3 CATO won the May/June 2014 and LUCIEN the September 2014 BOOK OF THE MONTH Reader Poll at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS. All currently released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at Bookstrand.com within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10 Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.

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