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Can Another Dance help them forget the pain of the past? Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #lesfic #FFRomance
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Out Now—Another Dance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #lesfic
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Blurb:
Can another dance help them forget the pain of the past?
Eden and Janine were best friends throughout their
childhood and early teenage years. Then something happened that shattered their
friendship, leaving Eden devastated and confused. Ever since her efforts to
sort things out with Janine failed miserably, Eden has avoided her ex-best
friend. Unfortunately, she can’t avoid her forever, since Eden’s sister is
marrying Janine’s brother.
Thrown together in the same room for the first time in
years, can the two women finally put their issues behind them and move on? Or
is their shattered friendship beyond repair?
Please note: This story has been previously published in
an anthology.
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Excerpt:
Eden had been dreading this day since the moment her
sister, Carol, had announced she was getting married. A wedding was supposed to
be a happy occasion, a cause for celebration. But not when your sister was
marrying the brother of your ex-best friend.
Eden had done a successful job of avoiding said ex-best
friend for ten years, crying off any get-togethers, school reunions, and even
her sister’s engagement and hen parties. Understandably, it had made her
incredibly unpopular with Carol and their parents, but she’d had to put up with
their displeasure for the sake of her own sanity.
Today, though, Janine or no Janine, Eden was going to her
sister’s wedding. It was kind of crucial, really, given she was chief
bridesmaid. She was just thankful that Janine hadn’t been asked to be a
bridesmaid. That would have been problematic.
“I honestly don’t understand what happened between the
two of you. What made you fall out so badly that you still want to avoid her?”
Carol was asking, as the hairdresser put the finishing touches to her up-do,
then settled her tiara on top of it, leaving the attached veil trailing down
her back.
Well you wouldn’t, would you? Eden thought, trying
hard not to let her emotions show on her face. You’ve never been confused
about your sexuality and come on to your best friend, have you? But she
kept quiet, determined not to ruin her sister’s special day.
“Can you even remember what happened?” Carol
continued, thanking the hairdresser and standing up. She moved over to the
full-length mirror in the room and examined herself from every angle. The
hairdresser held up another mirror so the bride could see the back of her hair.
She nodded.
“Yes,” Eden replied shortly, then added, “You look
beautiful, sis. Really gorgeous.”
Inside her head, though, she was already reliving that
fateful night.
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic
romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100
Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and
an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight.
Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to
her name. She owns Erotica For All,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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She makes my pulse race.
From the moment I laid eyes on her in that
ridiculous giraffe onesie, I knew this girl would rock my world.
Effa’s the lead singer of the world-famous
rock band, Luminous.
And I’m their new lighting tech, Kaden
‘Mercs’ Mercury.
Going on tour with an all-female rock band
would be simple you’d think, but these girls aren’t an easy push-over.
All the while things back home are taking a
turn for the worse, and I’m losing a battle of my own that might come back to
bite me on the ass if I’m not careful. My only distraction from the ensuing
chaos – a bubbly blonde lead singer, destined to brighten my life.
But with an all-male backup band, tensions
are bound to run high when jealousy flares, and lines are blurred.
She sets my pulse racing, but am I enough to kickstart
her heart?
Excerpt
EFFA POV
He looks deep into my eyes, almost looking
back and forth inside them for something. I’m not sure what. But I don’t look
away as his intense blue eyes assess me. His chest heaves, and he brings his
hand up smoothing a lock of hair away from my face which sends a shiver down my
spine but in a good way.
“You’re not sexy, Effa,” he murmurs making my
face fall into a frown. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful.”
My breath catches, and I feel my stomach
ripple with butterflies, who are dancing the tango. That’s probably the
sweetest thing he could have said right now. My cheek nuzzles into his palm,
and we gaze into each other’s eyes for probably a pass too long. His cologne
mixed with the stale smell of the residual smoke machine odor is a toxic
combination for me. I always love the smell of concerts, but blending the
natural aroma of Mercs in with it, is heightening my senses into overload.
Merely a few hours ago this place was packed
out, filled with the roar of thousands of screaming, adoring fans at my
beckoned call. Now, sitting here staring at Mercs, all I want is to know what
one man is thinking. What he is feeling. Whether a rush of emotion is
overwhelming him like it’s overwhelming me. He’s come into my life
unexpectedly, and without knowing him at all, there’s something about him—a
calm, a presence—and I just want to know more. He appears different to everyone
else. He doesn’t seem into the lifestyle—the parties, the fame. He’s his own
person—a free spirit, and I like that.
“So, how wild was the after party?” His voice
is low, almost a whisper, as I continue to look into his eyes, his searching as
if to find something in mine.
“Just a typical Luminous party, nothing
special… dancing, drinking, a few recreational behaviors.”
His hand drops from my face as he lets out a
small sigh. “I know Casey’s into the harder drugs, I saw her use before the
show. Do you?” He lets the question hang in the air.
I squeeze his knee again as I shake my head.
“I’m more of a herb girl. I only tried the white stuff once, and it really
messed with my head, so I don’t fancy that. But I do smoke the herbs, it helps
me wind down, and it unleashes my creativity… that, and energy drinks.”
He frowns, and his eyes finally leave mine in
a show of disapproval. I get it, not everyone’s a fan of drugs. I understand
it’s illegal, but it’s what us rockers do. Not only that, we grew up in the
drug capital of New South Wales, hell, probably of all of Australia. Nimbin’s
practically a hotspot for new age social activities, political discourse,
feminism and is pretty much a libertarian hippy commune. So I was bound to be
pro whoopie weed.
Smiling wide, I shift closer on the sofa
toward him and bump into his side. “Right, so there’s no television or anything
in here to keep us occupied for the rest of the night, so what do you say we
catch an early night?”
He looks down at his watch and lets out a
bemused laugh raising his brow. “Effa, it’s nearly three in the morning.”
“I know, I have at least another three hours
left in me. But alas, we should get some shut-eye. Especially, if we’re gonna
be sharing a sofa.”
He glances down to the sofa we’re both
sitting on and then back up to me. “And how are we gonna both sleep on here
exactly?”
I have to admit the sofa is kind of small in
width, and it’s going to be a tight fit, but we’ll manage. “You’ll just have to
keep a good hold on me so I don’t roll off. Do you have a long shirt I can
borrow? I don’t really wanna wear this to bed,” I ask looking down at my tight
leather dress.
He looks me up and down and shakes his head
like he’s in shock, but stands from the sofa and grabs his rucksack, pulling
open the zipper and rifling through it before pulling out a long grey Zoo York
T-shirt. He sniffs it and tilts his head in approval and then throws it to me.
Catching it with both hands, I smile as I place it to the side and bring my
foot up to pull off my thigh high purple boot. I start with my right, yanking
it off, the pressure of wearing the tight boot is alleviated, and I moan in
relief once my foot is finally free. Then I swap to my left foot, pulling it to
freedom too. I throw them to the floor, and Mercs chuckles slightly as they
thump on the concrete.
“Don’t know how you can stand in those
things.”
Giggling as I rub my swollen arches, I shake
my head. “Lots of practice.” Standing up. I reach around my back for my zipper,
but can’t quite reach it. “Urgh, stupid thing,” I murmur.
Mercs steps up behind me, placing his hand on
my hip to steady me and swiping my hair from my back, sending a shiver down my
spine. “Here, let me.” His voice drops to a low tenor, and my thighs clench
together to dull the ache developing between them at his sensual voice. His
other hand moves up and he slowly unzips the back of my dress.
That buzz is back, the surge floating through
the room as the heat from his palm on my hip sends a bustle of energy straight
between my legs. My breathing hitches as my chest rises and falls quickly with
the slow, torturous movement of his hands on me as he opens my dress.
Mercs finally unzips me completely, revealing
my panties and bra to him. He clears his throat as he takes a step back, and I
turn around to face him. His eyes lock with mine as I cling to the front of my
dress and decide to just go for it. I let my dress fall to the floor between
us, and his eyes don’t leave mine while I stand before him in my bra and
matching purple panties. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, but the rest of his
body is dead still like he’s scared to move an inch.
The air is crackling, sizzling, and bursting
with tension as I lick my lips and look him dead in the eyes. The energy
between us is scorching and I inch closer to him as he flares his nostrils
seeming like he might be losing his self-control. Both our chests are heaving
with the tension buzzing through the room as we stare at each other.
Suddenly, his hand snaps up, grabbing the
back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair tightly as he lunges
forward, yanking my lips to his. My lips tingle and pop as we connect. His kiss
is strong as he takes me by surprise, but fuck do I like it. His other hand
snakes around my waist pulling me to him. Tingles riddle my entire body as his
mouth opens and his tongue enters my mine, dancing in perfect rhythm together,
jumping to a beat all of their own.
Kissing Mercs feels like everything and
nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before. It’s all rainbows and
butterflies and fucking unicorns dancing in cotton candy, it’s that freaking
exciting.
He tastes like my berry water, and my body
tingles as I ignite inside while he kisses me. It feels like fireworks are
exploding all around me. My heart expands with excitement at the adrenaline
coursing through my veins.
Mercs’ fingers dig into my hair, holding on
tight in a show of dominance which makes my knees feel weak as he kisses me
harder. My clit starts to tingle as a deep groan echoes from his chest while my
hands slide up his arms holding onto his biceps, his muscles flexing with his
strength.
The kiss is intense, hot and so deeply sexy
as he grinds into me making me melt into him before he begins to ease the kiss
and pulls back from me, releasing my hair and looks into my eyes. We stare at
each other panting for breath as I lick my lips. My hands still on his biceps
while his hand on my hip loosens, and he takes a slow step back, putting a
small distance between us.
Wow!
Neither of us say anything, nor acknowledge
the kiss we just shared as I smirk at him and look to the sofa. I don’t think
this should go any further tonight so I bend down, grabbing the T-shirt, and
pull it over my head. It slides over my skin like a warm blanket. The cotton
feeling at home against my flesh, a softness in contrast to the leather that’s
been encasing me for the last few hours. Plus, it smells of Mercs, and that’s
giving me a comfort I didn’t know it would.
His lips turn up into a small smile as I look
at the sofa.
“So… time for bed?” I ask.
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TITLE: All The World's An Undead Stage
AUTHOR: Angel Martinez
FORMAT:EBOOK
ISBN:978-1-78651-660-2
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COUNT:50,655
LANGUAGE:English
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LENGTH:NOVEL
PAGES:144
GENRES:COMEDY
AND HUMOUR, EROTIC ROMANCE, GAY, PARANORMAL
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‘Old
actors never die’ shouldn’t be literally true.
Carrington
Loveless III, skim-blood vampire and senior officer of Philly’s paranormal
police department, has long suspected that someone’s targeting his squad. The
increasingly bizarre and dangerous entities invading their city can’t be a
coincidence. So when a walking corpse spouting Oscar Wilde attacks one of his
officers, Carrington’s determined to uncover the evil mind behind it all.
As a
rare books librarian, Erasmus Graham thought he understood some of the stranger
things in life. Sharing a life with Carrington has shown him he didn’t know the
half of it. They’ve survived attack books and deadly dust bunnies together and
got through mostly unscathed. Now his world and his vampire’s appear ready to
collide again. Books are missing from the Rare Book collection—old tomes of
magic containing dangerous summonings and necromancy. He’s certain whoever has
been stalking the Seventy-Seventh is composing their end game. It’s going to
take a consolidated effort from paranormal police, librarians and some not-quite-authorized
civilians to head off the impending catastrophe.
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EXCERPT
“Did
you finish it?” Carrington leaned out of the bathroom into the hall, ruffling
his hair dry.
Erasmus
poured his second cup of coffee. He was almost awake enough for guessing games.
“Finish what, Mr. Cryptic?”
“The
book?”
“The
Cabal one? I did. Yesterday at lunch.” Erasmus frowned as he checked the fridge
and counted blood packets. “Is your shipment coming soon? You’re almost out.”
An
offended sniff came from the bedroom—one of actual offense, not the kind where
Carr was kidding. “You could have said. I was looking forward to discussing.”
Erasmus
choked on a laugh. “Would that have been before you ambushed me with octopus
hands when I came through the door or while you were dragging me down onto the
carpet because you wanted to be, and I quote, filthy and do it right in
the vestibule?”
“We
had all evening!”
“You
fell asleep.”
Carr
strode out of the bedroom, uniform pressed and polished, and Erasmus couldn’t
help a soft, lust-filled sigh. He did love the tight fit of that uniform and it
both warmed him and frustrated him to get to see Carr in it first thing most
mornings. He still hadn’t moved in, though that was a formality at this point.
When Carr worked day shift, they stayed at his place where Erasmus could walk
to work and when his vampire worked nights, Erasmus went back to his place
since their schedules didn’t align at all those days.
“Terribly
sorry about that. I guess I was more exhausted than I realized. Inconsiderate
purse snatchers running off into the sunlight.”
“Weatherman
says clouds all day today.” Erasmus stole a soft kiss. “And at least the days
are getting shorter. I did enjoy the book. Didn’t know how to feel about
necromancer humor but it was perfect. A very dry kind of funny. We’ll have to
pick up the next one. And you didn’t answer the question.”
“Shipment’s
scheduled tomorrow. In plenty of time, my dear.” Carrington used the reflective
front of the fridge to straighten his already straight tie. “I do wish I could
take the day off with you. Maybe I should call in sick.”
“You
don’t get sick and if you called in sunstroked, you’d be lying and feel rotten
about it all day. You wouldn’t be any fun at all.”
“Damn
you and your inevitable good sense.” Carr ruined his sulk with that adorable
unsure grin, the one with just a flash of fang. “Will you be here later?”
“I’m
not draping myself across your sofa to watch reality TV and languishing until
you return.” Erasmus slipped an arm around Carr’s waist and hurried on before
the spark of hurt in his vampire’s eyes could catch. “I’ll come back when
you’re on your way home. Meeting my moms for lunch. Getting some errands in. I
do have a life.”
“You’re
a dreadful minion.”
Erasmus
put his hands to his cheeks in an exaggerated gasp. “I thought you were the
minion.”
Carr
threw a balled-up napkin at him, scowling, though his eyes laughed. He grabbed
his hat and his insulated lunch bag, swooped in for a kiss that curled
Erasmus’s toes, and gave a cheeky salute as he left the condo. “I’ll see you
tonight.”
“Have
a good day! Be safe!”
He
said it every time Carr went off to work and every time it gave him a little
shiver. Be safe. The wish of every spouse and partner of every police officer
who had ever lived and Erasmus knew enough by now to realize it meant I
love you, come back to me whole and healthy. Most days, nothing dangerous
happened. But it only took one bad day…
Best
not to think those things. It only invited trouble.
* *
* *
“How’s
your head?” Amanda asked as she took the Sixth Street exit off the Vine Street
Expressway.
“Surprisingly
well this morning.” Carrington couldn’t help the bit of smug that crept in.
“Yeah?
You looked like you were headed for a bad night after you tackled that dude. In
the sun. After running three blocks. In the sun.”
“I
ate and slept well. Perhaps I’m becoming more acclimated these days.”
Amanda’s
sideways glance was quick and sharp. “And you got laid.”
“Certainly
none of your business and I don’t see how you would know. Or how that would be
of any help with the sun.” Carrington turned over an uncomfortable thought.
“You don’t know, do you? Manda, you can’t see—”
She
cut him off with a laugh. “Nah. I’d have to be at your place and really
concentrating hard. It’d be way more info than I’d ever want. You’re just more,
you know, perky and shit the next day.”
Carrington
huffed. “I am not perky. Dreadful choice of words. Though I do wonder if sex
mitigates the effects of sun exposure.”
“Guess
you’d have to run tests.” Amanda snickered when he swatted at her. “Sorry. I’m
ragging on you too hard today. Carr?”
“Yes?”
“It’s
good to see you happy.”
Not
at all the sentence he’d expected. Carrington snapped his mouth shut, unable to
process a quick answer, and when nothing clever or sarcastic presented itself,
he murmured, “Thank you.”
She
gave him an awkward pat once she’d parked in the station’s lot, obviously out
of words as well. Quite all right—they understood each other and Amanda wasn’t
the best with, as she said, mushy stuff.
The
majority of the squad had already arrived that morning, a trend that had become
more prevalent. Vance chatted in animated fashion with Shira about what he’d
done with his kids that weekend. Someone had made Audacity a paper airplane to
bat around, but Tim had been eyeing it. The game had become one of the kitten
snatching the airplane up and racing off with it while Tim pursued in his paper
ball house. Every time he caught up, she dashed off again.
Krisk
lifted his huge foot to let them both race under his desk, most of his
attention on his screen. Carrington didn’t envy him the email cleanup after his
extended hospital stay. Wolf related something to Eva and LJ that required a
lot of complex gesticulation.
For
a moment, Carrington allowed himself to lean in the doorway and observe, an
unfamiliar sense of pride warming the space around his heart.
“Taking
in the view?” Kyle stopped near him on his way in.
“Having
a moment, I suppose.” Carrington swallowed against a sudden lump in his throat.
“Two years ago, half of them didn’t like the other half. Everyone resented
being here. They straggled in barely on time. Complained about everything. Now
look at them.”
“They
grow up so fast.” Kyle let out a tragic sigh, though his eyes twinkled. “I know
what you mean. Believe me. I guess shared trauma goes a long way.”
“Hmm.
I’m certain that’s a good portion of it. Where’s Kash?”
“His
turn for the coffee run. He’ll be here in a couple.” Adorable how Kyle’s
features lit up with such a simple mention of his husband. There were certainly
more cheerful reasons than shared trauma for the increased harmony in the squad
room.
Carrington
made his way through the desks, careful to step around Audacity and over Tim.
She’d decided the game was over and now stood on her hind legs with the paper
airplane in her teeth, trying to place it atop Tim’s house. Peeping
encouragement, Tim leaned out and helped by patting the airplane flat with his
fuzzy head and adding it to his construction.
“Hey,
Carr!” Greg called from across the room. “Your mom’s on line one!”
“Why
does that sound like the beginning to a terrible joke?” Carrington set his
lunch bag on the desk and stared at the blinking light on his office phone.
“Did you tell her I’m not in yet?”
Greg
shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not gonna lie for you. I told her you
just walked in.”
Carrington
glanced around the squad room to determine if anyone might be a willing ally,
but Jeff caught on before he could say a word. “Talk to your mother, Carr, or
I’m getting on the phone and telling her you’re avoiding her.”
“Abandoned
and friendless. I see how it is.” Carrington sighed as he sank into his desk
chair.
“Drama
queen,” Amanda muttered.
“Ice-hearted
prol,” he shot back, then took a deep breath before he picked up the phone.
“Mom? A bit on the early side to be calling the station. All’s well, I trust?”
“Carrington.”
She huffed and he cringed to hear himself in her mannerisms. “I wanted to catch
you before you went driving about.”
Yes.
That’s what I do. Drive aimlessly around the city. He hoped the eye roll didn’t
bleed into his voice, though Amanda snickered. “Oh, yes? How can I assist?”
As
she explained in that I have spoken, there will be no debate voice,
Carrington’s optimistic energy drained from him. “I certainly hope I can depend
on your help with arrangements.”
“That’s…”
Carrington began, trying to buy himself a moment while his morning brain tried
to parse this sentence. Of all the things she could have possibly said, he
would never have predicted that. “Probably something you should clear with the
lieutenant, don’t you think?”
“Don’t
be silly. You’re right there.”
“I’ll
present your proposal but I won’t make promises.” Carrington cringed as he snapped
a pencil in half. “Will that suffice, Mother dear?”
“It’s
far too early for that tone, Carrington. Let me know what Mia says.”
Carrington
hung up and slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
“You
okay?” Amanda peered around their monitors.
“Never
better. I’ve always wanted to play go-between for my mother and Lieutenant
Dunfee.”
Amanda
withdrew, her voice muffled as she said, “I’m not laughing. Nope.”
“Hush,
you,” Carrington muttered.
His
partner’s teasing didn’t bother him. His family, on the other hand, most
assuredly did. They made him so tired, his controlling mother, his emotionally
detached father and his idiot brother. To be fair, Mom had her moments and she
did worry about Carrington in her own way. Her priorities just tended to be skewed.
Carrington
spent roll call worrying over how to start the conversation with the lieutenant
and when everyone scattered to start the day, he decided to dive in with both
feet and hope there was water in the pool.
“Ma’am?
Would you have a moment?”
Lieutenant
Dunfee’s stare could have stripped paint from a suspension bridge but her words
weren’t quite as harsh as he feared. “What is it you can’t bring up in front of
the squad, Loveless? Tell me you haven’t screwed up again.”
“No,
ma’am. It’s nothing to do with investigations.” He hesitated, fighting against
foot scuffing. “My mother called this morning…”
“Gods
preserve us,” Lieutenant Dunfee muttered. “My office.”
When
they’d entered the office and closed the door, he forced himself to sit
straight in the chair in front of her desk rather than curl into the ball of
mortification he would’ve preferred.
“Apologies
in advance, ma’am, for any irritation or inconvenience.”
“Spit
it out, Loveless. The suspense is already getting on my last nerve.”
“Yes,
ma’am. Mother has gotten it into her head that we—the Seventy-Seventh—should
have an open house of sorts. Not really an open house, since it would be by
invitation, but an event where our, ah, benefactors could come for a meet and
greet luncheon sort of thing.”
“You
mean to see how we spent their money.”
Carrington
shrank despite himself. “I don’t think I can deny that. Apparently, Dr. Hayes
had mentioned something about visiting the station the last time he and my
mother had lunch. She took the thought and ran off with it. I realize it was
years ago, ma’am, but we did have help…”
She
waved him off with an aggravated snort. “I haven’t forgotten. Damn right we owe
some of the old money in this city. Irritating to have our workspace invaded
but saying no would be flat out stupid. And might cost you an ear, if I know
your mother.”
“Probably.
Possibly half my face, as well.”
“I
know she didn’t come to you without a date.” Lieutenant Dunfee turned to her
screen, presumably to pull up calendars. “When does Helen want this?”
Carrington
consulted the little notebook from his shirt pocket. “She mentioned the
thirteenth.”
Lieutenant
Dunfee’s eyebrows drew together. “Valbuena’s due for his visit that week.
Though having brass in from State is probably more good than bad.”
“As
if we’d specially invited the elite in just for his benefit,” Carrington
murmured.
“Don’t
get smart. Richard will be in his element. Charming the local royalty.”
“Mmm.”
Carrington choked down all the smartass things he wanted to say about Valbuena.
Not that he hated the captain with the forge of a thousand suns as he hated
some of the vamps at State. No. Valbuena wasn’t so bad and was a serious,
competent detective. He was still dreadfully high-handed and full of himself.
“Tell
her the date works and I trust her to make any arrangements she sees fit. But—”
“Ma’am?”
“You are
a law enforcement officer, not a damn party planner, and she’d better
remember it.”
“I’ll
be abundantly clear, ma’am.”
“Out.
Get to work. Stop bringing me complications.”
“Ma’am.”
Carrington touched the illusory brim of a nonexistent hat in salute and fled.
All
things considered, not the worst meeting he’d ever had with Lieutenant Dunfee.
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"Lock is easy to love" #BookReview Locked by Clarissa Wild #darkromance @WildClarissa
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Title: Locked
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
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Juliet is a researcher on a mission when her helicopter crashes on an isolated tropical island. When she wakes, she finds herself captive of a strange jungle man who has thrown her in a hole.
As time goes on, she find out his name--Lock. He has chosen to live isolated on the island. Juliet wants to get off the island by any means possible, even more so when she starts developing feelings for her captor. Lock is a man with secrets. Will Juliet be able to come to terms with never leaving the island and living with a man like Lock.
This was a great story once it got going. I loved the push and pull of the attraction and relationship between Juliet and Lock. But sometimes the situations they found themselves in were repetitive. She'd pull an escape stunt, get injured or something and he'd come to her rescue.
Lock is easy to love. There is some darkness in him. But beneath the rough jungle man exterior was a person who simply wanted someone to love him. I wanted him to find happiness.
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As time goes on, she find out his name--Lock. He has chosen to live isolated on the island. Juliet wants to get off the island by any means possible, even more so when she starts developing feelings for her captor. Lock is a man with secrets. Will Juliet be able to come to terms with never leaving the island and living with a man like Lock.
This was a great story once it got going. I loved the push and pull of the attraction and relationship between Juliet and Lock. But sometimes the situations they found themselves in were repetitive. She'd pull an escape stunt, get injured or something and he'd come to her rescue.
Lock is easy to love. There is some darkness in him. But beneath the rough jungle man exterior was a person who simply wanted someone to love him. I wanted him to find happiness.
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A new romance by New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Clarissa Wild!
People say I'm ferocious. Wild. Dangerous.
They're right. That's why I live on an island alone.
The jungle is my home. My personal prison.
Until she arrived.
The moment her helicopter crashed on my land, everything changed.
She's the only survivor ... And I'm keeping her locked up in a pit.
It's been too long since I last touched a woman, especially one so beautiful.
It makes me hunger for her.
I want her ... So I'll keep her ...
And I'll make her mine.
LOCKED is a full length standalone, complete at 70000 words. No Cliffhanger. Bonus content included.
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What Others Are Saying:
"A fast pace story full of adventure and heat." - Mary's Goodreads Review
"I ADORED Lock. He is all kinds of wild and savage" - Books N Wine Blog
"Exciting, sexy and fun to read." - Lorrie's Goodreads Review
"A beautiful, compassionate story full of forgiveness." - Claudia's Goodreads Review
"It was like a modern day Tarzan, and he was one sexy jungle man!" - Shelli's Goodreads Review
"He was hot. He was alpha. He was hung like a horse." - Between The Bookends
Excerpt:
He nods again and points at the shower. “Go on then.”
“What? Now?” I say, looking down at myself. I’m still dressed. “I don’t want my clothes to get wet.”
He shrugs. “Then take them off.”
My lips part, but I have no idea how to respond.
All I can do is stare in amazement.
Did he actually just tell me to take off my clothes?
“What?” I repeat, for clarification.
“Take ’em off.”
He’s serious. He’s dead serious, and that stern stare almost makes me want to do it.
But no, my morals have to get in the way again.
“No,” I say, folding my arms. “I’m not going nude …”
He frowns and shrugs again. “Suit yourself.”
He seems genuinely disappointed as he turns back around again. As if he’s upset that I won’t try his makeshift shower even though I want to. I just can’t … not when he’s watching.
“I’ll do it,” I say.
He stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder, waiting for more.
“But you can’t watch,” I add.
His shoulders rise and fall, and he gives me a quick nod. “I’ll be down there.” He points at the small lake. “If you need me.”
“Yeah …”
Wait, do I need him? No. Maybe.
Fuck. I don’t. I don’t know anything anymore.
I peek at the shower, but my eyes still revert to him. And they stay there … glued … because he’s untying the rope around his waist.
And the banana leaves drop to the ground.
My eyes widen.
Butt naked and in its full glory.
Cheeks squeezed together, thighs muscular and thick.
And an enormous dick dangling between his legs.
I struggle to keep my tongue inside … struggle to even breathe properly.
Until he glances my way.
In shock, I quickly dive behind the wood and grasp my chest. As if that will help me from having a heart attack after being caught staring at a naked man.
And what a man he is … Wow. I still can’t get that image out of my mind, and I don’t even wanna try. All I can do is grin as I start undressing, wishing I wasn’t so easily persuaded to ogle a man because of his dick.
But Jesus Christ … that dick.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Unprofessional Bad Boys, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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