Thursday, August 30, 2018

They are Sexy, Fearless, and Trapped in Another Dimension of the Bermuda Triangle #MustRead #PNR

Featuring book one of the Uncharted Territory series--they're sexy, fearless, funny and trapped in the Bermuda Triangle! Do you ever watch ghost hunting shows? This series is framed as a famous ghost hunting crew that travels the world investigating all things freaky and mysterious--with an erotic twist, of course! Each stand-alone novel is a new "episode" of the series. 
Check out this blurb & excerpt from Bermuda Triangle Trouble (Book One) by Dakota Skye. 

From the back cover...

The Bermuda Triangle — a source of mysterious disappearances and theories of aliens, portals, and even sea monsters — lures the world's sexiest paranormal team to its deep blue waters. 

Bethany Colton and Josh Ryder are the co-hosts of the Uncharted Territory paranormal investigation television show. They travel the world investigating the unknown, but neither can shake the feelings of doom on their journey into the Bermuda Triangle.

When the crew of their yacht vanishes, Josh and Bethany dive into the depths in search of answers. A mysterious force pulls them into another dimension, however, and the duo needs to find a way back to their team. Stranded on a lost island, Josh and Bethany battle their fears, attempt to find another time portal, and traverse their complicated sexual relationship. 

Will they find their way back and solve the mystery of their missing crew? Will their tumultuous off-screen relationship find any resolution in the face of a life-and-death situation? 

**This is book one of an ongoing erotic paranormal romance series that contains explicit sexual situations**

An excerpt (adult content) 

Overcome with all the emotions swirling through her, she bent over and pressed her hands against her knees. Never one to panic before, she closed her eyes. One deep breath in...another slow one out. Repeat. 

Josh dropped his hand against the small of her back. "Hey, Ms. Always-in-Control, we're together and we're alive. That counts for something. Let it out. We'll figure it out because we always do."

"Yeah, right, whatever you say." She stood and shook her hands at her side, unable to stop the racing emotions. 

"Hey." He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around. "Look at me." 

She opened her eyes in time to see him shove a piece of white coconut flesh against her lips. Slowly, she opened her mouth and began to chew without looking away from his steady gaze. Yeah, Josh Ryder definitely had sexy down to a science. Even in a crisis, he managed to ooze sex appeal and charm. 

Sometimes she really hated the man. 

"Let me go." She twisted free of his touch and stepped back while she finished chewing. 

"Why did you hook up with that guy last night?" he whispered and took a step toward her. 

She swallowed and looked past him to wear the coconut lay open. "I need another piece."

He grabbed her elbow and stopped her from leaving. "Why do you like anonymous fucks rather than the real deal?"

"The real deal?" She snorted and looked him in the eye. "What do you know about that and do you honestly think this is a good time to talk about my sex life? We have many other—"

"Stop it, Bethany." He pulled her close, forced a hand through her tangled mass of hair, and held her head steady. "We could have died, but didn't. Would it be so bad for us to have an honest conversation about what's going on between us? For once we don't have cameras going or anyone to watch our every move."

She swayed toward him as if pulled by magnetic energy. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and indulged in the sensation of being held after such a tumultuous experience. Giving in to temptation would be easy. Living with it would be a catastrophe. 

"There's nothing going on between us. We're partners, that's it."

His eyes searched hers. He slid his hand up her side, fingers gently easing her closer. "We're pretty damn good partners."

"We were just propelled through some mysterious underwater time warp, doesn't that concern you?" 

"I'm not going back in the water, if that's what you're thinking. I know those hammer—"

"I'm not suggesting we go back out." She pressed her hands against his chest intending to push him away. Instead, her fingers splayed against his hard flesh and lingered. "You must think I'm insane to—"

"I think you're the most extraordinary person I could ever know and, if I need to be stranded on a deserted island, I'm happy I'm with you."

Don't look at him, avert your eyes, don't get pulled in. She fixated on his mouth. "This is dangerous."

"We've been in worse situations." He grinned and bent his head to kiss her. 

When his lips touched hers, she knew that a logical woman would push him away and tell him to focus. 

She opened her mouth to his and slid her hands from his chest to his shoulders. 

A logical person would be seeking shelter or preparing a fire or looking for more to eat or...

To hell with logic. 

Lips moved over one another's with deliberate slowness, a direct counterbalance to the erratic energy emanating between them. When he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she melted against him as if she no longer had free will. Her body hummed with the need for connection. 

Closing her eyes, she savored the taste of him—salty with a hint of coconut. Wet. Hot. Hard. 

He lifted her and, without breaking the kiss, pressed her back against a palm tree. He shoved her bikini bottoms down her hips with one hand while the other undid the knot holding her bikini top in place. 

No longer caring about common sense or mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle, she slid her hand beneath his swim trunks and grasped his erection. The only thing that mattered in the Universe happened right here, right now with Josh. Every sense and each molecule in her being aligned with his. 

The rasp of their breathing surpassed the sound of palms whispering in the breeze.

The feel of his hard cock in her hand eclipsed the scratch of the tree's trunk against the bare skin of her back. 

The sensation of his tongue dancing with hers drowned out the echoes of caution. 

The taste of his mouth became as intoxicating as any alcohol she'd ever known. 

The fact that they could have died—probably should have if the laws of the Universe were applied—amplified the desire to merge their bodies into one entity fueled by passion. Hands grasped at one another, greedy for flesh. Mouths clung to each other as if mutual satisfaction would be the only way to quench their hunger. 

She linked her ankles behind his hips; he held her wrists above her head against the tree trunk. Gaze locked together, they both smiled, lips against each other's, as he slid his cock inside her. 

Held up only by his hips thrusting against hers, his hands gripping her wrists, and his mouth firmly against hers, she felt vulnerable yet powerful at the same time. Sex with Josh had always surpassed any random fuck she had had with anyone else. Her heartbeat drummed like the finale in a grand symphony with every thrust, each breath that met in their joined mouths. 

They moaned in unison as an orgasm simultaneously quaked through their bodies. With a muted cry, he released her wrists, grabbed her hips and fell backward onto the sand. 

She buried her face into his shoulder, unsure if she could move or speak. Her body still vibrated with the aftershock of orgasm. Sweat slid between their abdomens. 

"That's what I was talking about," he said after a long silence filled only with their breathing and the sound of the ocean. 

"What were you talking about? I forget." She nipped his shoulder, unwilling to break their bond. 

He caressed her back with his fingertips moving in slow circles. "Us."

She sighed before lifting her head and noticing his smug smile. She clenched her vagina muscles that still held his penis inside her. "Don't ruin this by talking."

"Keep doing that and we'll be in for another round." He squeezed her ass, a dare in his eyes. 

She pressed her hands against his shoulders, raised up so that her nipples barely grazed his chest, smiled down at him, and tightened her pelvic floor. "Pilates pays off, doesn't it, babe?"

"In more ways than one." He lifted his head to look at her bare breasts. "Damn, with a body like yours, you really should be naked all of the time." 

She thought the same of him, but decided not to admit it. Not yet. Admissions of any kind weren't her style, even if her heart did a backflip at the idea that there could ever be an 'us' beyond the professional and the friendship. 

He hardened inside of her while his hands moved over her body as if discovering a lost piece of art. He lifted her breasts while his thumbs teased her nipples. 

She tilted her head back and fucked him again because it felt damn good to be alive, to be here, to be with him. She rode him like a sea goddess conquering a mortal. Hard. Fast. Merciless. 

He arched his back, his head pushing back into the sand, as he moaned her name. His fingers sank into the side of her hips as he rammed upward as if wanting to bury himself in her body. 

Hands pressed against his chest, she dropped her head back and shouted toward the sky when the orgasm ripped her in two. 

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Fanning the Flames with this HOT Firefighter #Romance #NewRelease

What's hotter than a guy jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft into a raging wildfire? Not much...but when that same guy who is tough on the outside proves how sweet his is on the inside for the love of his life who he let slip have the makings for a powerful story with gripping characters. That's Seducing the Flame, a new release by Amber Lea Easton. Check out the blurb and an excerpt below, then get your copy NOW! 

From the back cover...

Flames rip through southern Colorado and fire crews from across the US rush to battle the Million Dollar Fire. Devon Ross never thought he would step foot into his hometown of Ouray again, but as captain of the Flame Slayers—an elite fire jumping squad out of California—his call to duty thrusts him onto a collision course with his past.

Darby Shaw can't believe her eyes when she sees Devon at the makeshift camp for the fire crews. He had disappeared—literally—ten years ago and his possible whereabouts had become a source of town lore. Seeing him here, now, under these crisis conditions, creates a whirlwind of conflict within her. The last time she had seen him face-to-face, she had whipped him with her wedding bouquet. 

There is an arsonist in their midst. When a second fire develops southeast of town, the life and death struggle intensifies. 

Devon may be brave when facing down a fire, but is he courageous enough to confront his reasons for cutting ties with his family and friends? Can Darby come to terms with the depth of her past betrayal? Will the seduction of the flame be more powerful than love? With the fire roaring its way through the mountain landscape, time works against them as they struggle to heal what went wrong between them for a second chance at a what-if. 


History brewed like a slow-burning fuse between them, yet they both chose to ignore it. She had no idea when or if they would ever have a deep discussion or all-out argument about what had happened ten years ago—but she honestly didn't know if it was necessary. Being with him now felt more precious and more important than dwelling on pain a decade old. 

They walked in an easy silence through the series of log cabins nestled in their own corners of seclusion behind trees and bushes until coming to one that stood at the very end of the path. Devon stepped onto the front porch and sat in the swing. He tugged on the chains holding it to the ceiling before looking at her with a question in his eyes. 

She remembered this cabin—it seemed to always be off the registrar, in a constant state of supposed renovation. She wondered if the Ross family—including Lester and Matilda—had a reason for keeping it as a sneak-away retreat for family only. She sat on the swing with him and tucked her legs beneath her hips while he moved it to-and-fro with his foot. 

She took a moment to simply look at him. Age had treated him with kindness. He was more handsome now than he had been at twenty-three, which said a helluva lot. He was now one hundred percent man—no trace of the boy remained. Little lines shot out from the corners of his blue eyes. His face appeared sharper, more defined. And his mouth...she studied his lips as they curved into a smile under her scrutiny...she wanted the right to kiss him whenever she wanted. 

And she wanted. 

"Tell me about this shirt."

"Women go wild for me where ever I go—they try to rip the clothes right off of me. It's kind of embarrassing." 

She laughed and linked her fingers through his. "I bet you go through a lot of shirts."

"I do. It's kind of problem. I've really needed to adjust the budget to account for it."

She wanted to say more than she had yesterday but had no idea where to start or how to begin. If she said too much, he could disappear. If she said too little, then she might always regret it when he left. With a sigh, she realized that both scenarios ended with him walking away. 

He tilted her face up to his with his index finger and simply stared into her eyes. "I never wanted to hurt anyone. I thought I was doing everyone a favor by leaving."

She curled her hand around his wrist. "I know you did, that's why it's so sad."

He dipped his head and kissed her slowly. His hands moved down to her waist and he pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her neck while his fingers undid the buttons of her shirt until he pressed it open to reveal her bra. His head dipped into her cleavage. He hands reached around her back to undo the clasp to free her breasts from the purple lace. When his tongue flicked over her nipple, she gasped and clenched his head closer to her. 

Every move, every touch, every kiss, every caress was done with slow deliberation. She tilted her head back and allowed him to make love to her breasts with his hands and lips and teeth and tongue. 

She ripped the tattered shirt from his shoulders and tossed it aside. She laughed against his mouth as he muttered, "There goes another one." 

They moved from the porch swing to the porch floor. She touched his tattoos on his chest and arms—some old, some new. 

He brushed the hair from her face before claiming her lips with a tenderness that broke her heart. His hand kneaded her breast, his thumb teased her nipple, his knee parted her thighs. She arched her hips against him, craving connection. 

"Devon! Are you out here?" Lester. "Kiley said you were out this way. Devon! Oh, sorry, oh, I, uh," Lester darted behind a tree. 

"I'm kind of in the middle of something, Dad." Devon laughed against her neck and whispered, "Don't move. My dick's about to bust out of my pants. Give me a minute to think of something else." 

"Someone named Tucker is here looking for you. He said there's been a development back at the camp but you left your phone in your tent so he drove over," Lester explained his interruption. 

Devon moaned against her hair, gave her breast a final squeeze, and pushed himself up so he could see her face. Eyes full of regret and desire, he sighed. "Duty calls." 

She kissed his neck and whispered against his skin, "What a damn shame." 

He pulled her to her feet, bent close to her ear, and whispered, "It didn't work with the teacher because she wasn't you." 

"I'm sorry, Darby," Lester called out from where he remained behind the tree. "I didn't know you two were...when exactly?, that's fine. I don't need to know...but I am curious, but, no, I don't need to know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." 

Stunned at Devon's admission, she said nothing as she adjusted her bra and shrugged back into her shirt. Once again, she watched Devon walk away and wondered if this would always be the way it was between them—her in disarray watching him leave.

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