Watch This Space–Killian’s Masterpiece by Jill Shannon

Fellow Wicked Pen Jill Shannon just released KILLIAN’S MASTERPIECE, a hot new sexy thriller.  Who doesn’t love Mafia and MC BDSM romance?

Here’s the blurb:

All Rachel wanted to do was retire to a quiet island and start her life over. Yet, all that changed when the shipment she had crated for Don Santoro goes missing. Now, she has fourteen days to get it back. Rachel sets out on a quest that leads her to the doors of the Celtic Demons motorcycle club—and Killian. A man who, by rights, should be her enemy, but who sets her body on fire.

Killian ‘Yankee’ Ramsey, Vice President of the Celtic Demons has just pulled off the heist of the century, intent on using his bounty as leverage against the Santoro organization to remove them from Demon territory. However, when the plans the Demons have in place fall apart, they need Rachel’s help to get their territory back.

Killian knows Rachel is the perfect submissive for him. Rachel wants nothing more than to give herself totally to Killian. But will their loyalties keep them from being together?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy Mafia versus motorcycle club romance is full of action and graphic scenes. If this isn’t to your liking, please do not read it.

How about a little teaser?

Killian continued to coax her body with his fingers as he made his way back up her body. “Now, my beautiful Angel, I want to feel you pulsing around my cock.”

Killian removed his fingers and positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance. Staring into her remarkable eyes he pushed into her. Inch by inch of hellish torture took all of Killian’s resolve. Stretching her tight channel slowly.

For as much as he wanted to plunge right into her sweetness, he knew he wanted tonight to be different with her. Somehow, special. A night that would always remain when she was gone.

She was like an aphrodisiac, intoxicating him. The connection he felt with her was staggering. The uncontrollable need to keep her with him overwhelmed him as his body joined fully with hers.

He growled deep in his throat as a primitive craving to always protect her filled him. In that moment Killian knew he would love her till his last breath. A smile tugged at his lips at the realization. No longer did he want to make her come, he wanted her to fall in love.

He leaned his head down kissing her, sealing the deal he had made in his mind.

Here are the links for KILLIAN’S MASTERPIECE:
Amazon
Blushing Books
Goodreads

Weekend Excerpt–Chasing Ordinary

I’m away from home today, posting from the Tampa Indie Author Book Convention.  It’s been a great event so far, and we have another fantastic day to go.

While there has been a lot of interest in the Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy and the Dream Dominant Collection, people have been going crazy over modern-day adult fairy tale, CHASING ORDINARY.

Artist and rancher Petey Cavanaugh has no idea that the handsome businessman she met one rainy Manhattan night is actually Europe’s most eligible prince.
Nik is fascinated by the pretty red-haired sculptor, the only woman he’s ever met who sees him as simply a man rather than an institution.  He realizes he needs to tell her the truth, but for now, he’s relishing his first-ever taste of ordinary.
But sooner or later, she’s going to find out.  Will he lose everything he’s ever wanted?

Here’s a snippet from CHASING ORDINARY.

Petey stared into the dressing room mirror.  “Oh, my God, I look like Alice Cooper on a three-day bender!”

“And we’re getting a picture of it, too,” Colin said, snapping a photo with his phone before she could protest.  “Because this is going to be a hell of a ‘before and after.’”

Colin clapped his hands loudly.  “Okay, people, we have an extreme makeover.  STAT.  Let’s see…”  He circled Petey, brow knit in concentration.  “First, we ditch this horrid dress.  Honey, I don’t know what you were thinking.”

“Unh, this was my friend Jules’ idea,” Petey snapped back.

“Well, what did you do to make her hate you, because this thing is a nightmare.  Arms up,” he directed.

“This from a guy in orange pants,” Petey snarked, as she raised her arms.  Two female assistants gripped the hem of the dress and pulled it over her head.

“These are harvest rust, and they’re Prada.”

“Dude, they’re orange.”  Uncomfortably, she clutched her arms in front of herself in a vain attempt to cover her panties and bra.

Colin barked with laughter.  “I like you.  You’re feisty.”  He continued to peruse her closely.  “And you have great tits.”

He reached to cup one of her breasts and she batted his hand away.  “Hey!  Watch it!”

He just rolled his eyes.  “Honey, please!  Tits are not my thing, except the way they fill out couture.”

To one of the assistants, he snapped, “Elaine, go to the stash of Agent Provocateur and find something in a, what?  34D?”  Petey nodded mutely.

“And Zoe?  I’m seeing her in that pink Solace London.  The one with the mock turtleneck?”  The two women hurried off, presumably to find what they’d been sent to get.

Colin turned back to Petey.  “Get out of your wet undies and slip on a robe.  We’ll get you cleaned up, and then we’ll polish you until you sparkle.  Don’t worry about a thing.”  He winked at her and sent her on her way.

For the next twenty minutes, an entire team worked to put Petey back together.  Her hair was washed and her face was cleaned.  While someone worked on her makeup, another person gave her a pedicure, while a third did her nails.  Finally, her hair was blown out.

Colin returned to inspect their handiwork.  Nodding approvingly, he smiled at Petey.  “Okay red, in the dressing room, you’ll find new lingerie, a dress, and a pair of shoes.  Get dressed and come on out.”

Petey stepped into the dressing room and closed the door.  The mirror was covered with paper, and she’d only seen a maddeningly brief glimpse of herself in the makeup chair.  A plush chair held a cardboard box lined with tissue paper.  Inside were a pretty bra and panty set.  A pink dress hung on a hook on the wall, and she saw a shoe box on the floor.

Lifting the bra from the box, she admired the sheer burgundy fabric, embroidered with peach and deep pink flowers.  The tag still hanging from the garment announced its price–$215.  Petey gaped.  The matching panties turned out to be a thong, priced at $130.

Her most extravagant lingerie purchases had been a few bras from the Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale.  It had taken over an hour to find something she liked, and she’d had a sneaking suspicion they’d made a stack of ugly bras just so they could discount them.

Shaking off her reservations, she dressed quickly, careful to pull the dress over her head without looking at the tag.  It seemed better not to know.

The shoebox held a pretty pair of mauve velvet ankle-strap stilettos.  She sank onto the chair and fastened them on her feet.  God, what I wouldn’t give for a mirror right now.

Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was exactly twenty-five minutes since he’d left her to go upstairs.  He.  She had no idea of his name.  In all the chaos, she hadn’t thought to ask.

When she opened the dressing room door, a crowd was waiting, with Colin smack in the middle.  There was a collective gasp as he snapped a photo.  The group burst into applause, and Colin took a bow.  “That, ladies and ladies, is why they call me the ‘miracle worker’.

He took Petey by the hand.  “Come look,” he said.  He led her to a tri-fold mirror at the top of a small dais.  “Go ahead,” he nodded.

Petey carefully climbed the three steps to the top, and stopped short.  Gazing back at her was the most beautiful self ever to greet her from a mirror.  Her long red hair was blown out silky and smooth, her makeup, including false eyelashes, expertly applied.  The pastel pink dress fit her like it was made for her, the mock turtle collar hugging her neck, leaving her shoulders and arms bare.  The clingy knit hugged her curves, and the hem hit just below her knees.  The color complimented her hair and skin flawlessly.

Colin stepped up behind her.  “Naturally, the dress is meant to be shorter.  But because you’re such a shorty, it hangs longer on you.  If we had the time, I’d have it taken up.”

Petey turned to him, eyes shining.  “Thank you so much.  I can’t possibly afford these things.  I’ll take them to the one-hour cleaner first thing tomorrow and return them.”

The man gave a friendly chuckle.  “Don’t worry about it, sweetie.”

“Hello?  Is she ready?” a male voice called.

Petey turned around.  Her rescuer had returned.  For the first time, she noticed his British accent.  Their eyes met and she gasped lightly.  He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.  His dark blond hair was neatly trimmed, a thin scruff of beard defining the contours of his chiseled square jaw.  Deep blue eyes gazed back at her, wide with apparent surprise.

Certainly, she’d looked different when last he’d seen her.  As had he, to be honest.  He was now dry, his hair neatly back in place.  While the suit he’d worn earlier had been blue, the current one was a deep charcoal.

They stared across the room for what felt like an eternity.  Finally, she broke the ice.  “Hi.”

“Hello,” he replied softly.  “Are you ready?”

Petey looked to Colin, then back at him.  “Yes, I think so.”

“Before I send you back out into the monsoon, I’m putting a coat on you.  No more getting drenched.”  An assistant appeared with a trench coat in a black and white chevron pattern.  Colin helped her into it.

She threw her arms around him.  “Thank you!  Thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, red.  You come back and see me anytime.  I mean that.”  He kissed both her cheeks.  “Have fun.”

She headed to the doorway where he waited.  He called across to Colin.  “Thank you.  You’re a lifesaver.”

Colin laughed and waved.  As the pair left, he shook his head.

“Well, kids, I think we just witnessed history.”

CHASING ORDINARY is available at your favorite online bookseller.
And it’s at Table #26 at the Tampa Indie Author Book Convention.

HOT Anthology Surprise Release!

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Filth – An anthology for naughty girls with dirty desires.

Filth comes to you from six different female UK authors whose writing genres range from erotica and romance to paranormal and thriller.

Inside these pages, you will find yourself with both hands full as you’re nicely nestled between two suited gents. Swept away in a whirlwind of a lesbian love affair with a twist. On your knees offering to appease your Domina’s sexual needs as well as your own. Caught in the claws of a sexually charged alpha wolf who’s looking to release his frustrations. In the middle of a hot threesome with two male lovers who have questions. And experimenting along with two horny couples as they try to spice up their sex life.

There is no doubt that there will be something in here for everyone. With stories ranging from contemporary to paranormal and M/F/M to F/F, something is bound to hit the spot.

Filth is a definite for your one-handed reads collection!

All proceeds made from this anthology are being donated to the contributing authors chosen charity.

Warning: This anthology contains explicit language and scenes of a very sexual nature and is intended for adults only.

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C.A.Bell, Holly J. Gill, Sienna Grant, Catherine Green, Rachael Stewart, Jennah Thornhill.

HEXBORN by A.M. Manay is OUT TODAY!

If you are a Game of Thrones or Harry Potter fan, you can remember the thrill of opening that first book, reading a chapter or two, and realizing that you were onto something big.

HEXBORN, the brand new YA fantasy novel by A.M. Manay, is the NEXT BIG THING.  Hear me now, believe me later.  I had the privilege of reading an ARC months ago, and I could not wait for this day, when the book would finally be available to everyone.

In HEXBORN, the first book in The Hexborn Chronicles, Manay has created a world full of danger, political intrigue, and magic.  She’s given us solid characters with depth, not the least of which is Shiloh, the young heroine of the story.  Shiloh is different, and is therefore marginalized by the uneducated, yet coveted by those who would use her for their own selfish agendas.

Manay has created a richly drawn, exciting, and suspenseful world for her characters to traverse, and a map of her world is included in the book.

I can’t say enough good things about HEXBORN.  All I know is that I can’t wait for the next book to find out what happens next for young Shiloh.

HEXBORN is available today at Amazon.

A.M. Manay is also the author of the November Snow Trilogy, which, if you haven’t read that yet, you should add to your TBR list immediately.

Heading to Tampa!

I’m getting excited about this weekend’s Second Annual Tampa Indie Author Book Convention!  I was at last year’s inaugural event and this year promises to be even better, with more attending authors and a great new venue.  Le Meridien, formerly a courthouse, is on the National Register of Historic Places.  Check it out.

The signing event is Saturday and Sunday, July 14 and 15.

At Table #26, I’ll have all three Rannigan’s Redemption books (RESISTING RISK, RUNNING ROGUE, and RANSOMING REDEMPTION) with their gorgeous new covers, Limited Edition copies of Dream Dominants LUKE & BELLA and LOST & BOUND, and the award-winning third Dream Dominant FOR SPARROW.  I’ll also have my modern-day adult fairy tale CHASING ORDINARY.

As a gift for signing up for my newsletter, I’ll be giving away digital copies of my naughty little summer novella JUST ONE NIGHT.  Plus, I’ll have swag galore, including some fun goodies from Kink Crate.

If you’ll be anywhere near the Tampa area this weekend, be sure to stop by!

Weekend Excerpt–LOST & BOUND

I’m thrilled to announce that LOST & BOUND, Book 2 of the Dream Dominant Collection, has been named a 2018 Finalist (Erotic category) in the Colorado Romance Writers’ Beverley Contest.   Winners will be announced July 15, so fingers crossed!

Making this even more exciting is the fact that I’m getting ever closer to finishing WARRIOR MINE, Dream Dominant Book 4, and a spin-off from LOST & BOUND.

Here’s a teaser from LOST & BOUND.

Blake carried the bucket to a board wedged waist-high between two birch trees.  “How about I build a campfire and clean the fish?  You can go get the skillet and some plates?”  He nodded toward the cabin.

When she returned from the cabin carrying a large cast-iron skillet stacked with a pair of white-dotted blue enamelware plates and a variety of utensils, a fire was roaring in the stone ring and Blake was filleting the first fish.  Shasta placed everything on a stump near where he was working and sank onto a log close to the fire.

Neither of them spoke.  Somewhere further down the lake, a loon called and they heard it echo across the water.  Blake’s attention was on the fish but out of the corner of his eye, he watched her assessing him.

“Have you always been a mountain man?”  Her expression was earnest.

Blake’s head dropped back as he laughed out loud.  “A mountain man?  Is that what I am?”

Shasta smiled sheepishly.  “Aren’t you?”

“Well, I grew up at the lodge.  My grandparents built the place.  My grandmother was Miranda.  The lake is named for her.  But I haven’t always lived here.  I went away to college.  After graduation, I worked for a while as a wilderness counselor.  I was in the woods a lot, but I was based in Toronto.”

“A wilderness counselor,” she repeated thoughtfully.

“Yeah, you know, we worked with troubled city kids, took them out and taught them survival skills and self-reliance, that kind of thing.”

“You worked with bad kids?” she wondered.

He shook his head.  “They weren’t bad, really.  Just…lost.  They needed help to find their way.”

“Why did you stop?”

Blake shrugged.  “My folks ran the lodge for years until my dad’s stroke.  They retired to Florida.  My sister and her husband started running the place full-time.  When that asshole bugged out, I came to help her.”

Shasta watched him appraisingly.  “That was really nice of you.”

“She’s my sister.  I’d do anything for someone I love.”  He placed a grate over the fire and set the skillet on top.  “Besides, I’m happy to be home.  I drive past my old school every time I go into town.  There are a lot of great memories.  I don’t really miss the city.”  He sat opposite Shasta on another log.

She laughed lightly.  “It must be odd to come back to live where you grew up.  I imagine you were the big football hero around here.”

He shook his head.  “Football is for sissies.  We played hockey.”

“Oh, excuse me, hockey,” she laughed.

“That’s right.  Hockey.  A man’s sport.”  He reached into his mouth, and to her surprise, removed his right front tooth and the one beside it.  “Where I come from, if you have all your teeth, you weren’t really trying.”  He laughed at her shocked expression as he refit the teeth into his mouth.

Shasta grinned smugly.  “I’ve got you beat, mountain man.”  She stood and leaned toward him, parting her lips and baring her perfectly straight, whiter-than-white teeth.  She ran her forefinger across them.  “All of these are fake.  I had them all capped.  Can’t have uneven or discolored teeth in Hollywood.  Nope.”

She sighed as she sat back down.  “Nothing about me is real,” she murmured.  He eyed her curiously.  She gave him a sidelong glance, then ran a finger down her nose.  “Nose job.”  She waved a handful of hair.  “Extensions.”  She grabbed her tits.  “Boob job.”  She looked down at the dirt.  “Even my name is fake.”

Blake had been watching her with interest.  “Your name isn’t Shasta?”

She snorted.  “Who would name their kid Shasta?  Eddie gave me that name when I was five.  He told my parents that nobody would hire Amy Malone.  I needed a name with pizzazz.”  She waggled jazz hands.  “I think he has a list of names in a drawer someplace and you just get the next one on the list.”

“So your name is Amy.”

Shasta nodded.  “But nobody’s called me that since my grandpa died.  He thought all the acting stuff was stupid.  He kept telling my parents to let me just be a kid.”  She laughed.  “He refused to call me Shasta.  My grandpa was a pretty stubborn guy.”

His expression was soft.  “Why would you get a nose job?  Or breast implants?”

She shrugged and pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes.  “Eddie said the boobs would help me transition between being a child actor and an adult.”

Blake could feel his protective nature surging.  “Eddie’s that guy who brought you here?  He made you get a boob job?”

“He didn’t make me.  But I knew he’d be disappointed if I didn’t.”  She used her toe to push a patch of pine needles back and forth.

The fish was done, and Blake was glad for the distraction.  He plated the fillets, handing one to her and taking the other for himself.

“Oh, my god, this is amazing,” she moaned through her first bite.

He grinned.  “Nothing like fresh bass, right out of the lake.  Unless it’s fresh trout, right out of the lake.  That’s pretty good, too.”

They enjoyed their lunch without conversation, appreciating the quiet of the wilderness.  The silence was broken only by the crackling of the fire or the occasional call of a loon.  Once again, Shasta felt a sense of peace settle over her.

Blake took her plate when she was finished.  “Now, we’ll see about washing up these few things and then we’ll blow this pop stand.”

LOST & BOUND is available at your favorite online bookseller,
in both digital and paperback formats.
books2read.com/LostandBound

Watch the official LOST & BOUND book trailer!