Tuesday Tales – Picture Prompt

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s time for Tuesday Tales!  This week is a picture prompt.  I am breaking away from Gideon and Emma.  My excerpt this week is from my latest WIP Breaking the Violence, Book #3 of the Hard Drive Series.  This is Mark’s book, the wise cracking ER doctor.  He and his best friend, Dan, come upon a burning car on the way home from Rico and Avery’s wedding and find two people inside.  Mark falls in love with the woman, Becca Mills, the best selling SciFi author.  But Becca’s abusive ex-husband becomes a problem…

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Mark opened the rear door of his quad cab and reached inside for his old football equipment bag. A warm, proud smile spread across his face as he watched Logan hop out of the passenger door and take his Mama’s hand. His heart raced unexpectedly. I hope he likes what I have in this bag.

Becca turned towards him. “Where are we going, Mark?”

Mark pointed through the open doors of the truck to the sparkling blue lake. “Through the field past the machine shed. There’s a clearing right behind it with some flat rocks. I’ll grab the picnic basket.”

Becca nodded then led Logan to the path through the long grass. Mark watched them for a moment. He couldn’t believe this beautiful, incredible, talented woman was in his life. And he absolutely adored the little boy holding her hand. He didn’t want to give either of them up. Ever.

Mark frowned as he thought. Am I ready to be a father? The answer came to him instantly as Logan turned back to him. “Come on!” his little voice rang through the meadow. Mark chucked. Oh yeah. I am as long as Logan is my son. He grabbed the picnic basket, shut the truck doors and followed. He laughed as Logan chattered to Becca about the machine shed, contemplating the zombies that had to be hiding inside. Becca looked at Mark apologetically. “Sorry. His imagination runs away all the time.”

“Like his Mom’s?” Mark teased.

Becca’s cheeks flamed pink. The image turned Mark inside out. So beautiful. He was distracted by the hand tugging on his shirt.

“Mark, what’s the surprise?” Logan prodded.

Mark smiled at him as he set the bag and basket down then unzipped the bag. Carefully he pulled free a remote control boat. Logan gasped in awe.

“That is so cool!” Logan squealed.

“You can watch while Mark drives it,” Becca instructed.

Mark winked at her. “Nah. Logan’s getting behind the wheel of this vessel.”

“Mark, that’s expensive,” she objected.

“Becca, it’s just a toy. I can buy another. But to watch Logan play with it will be priceless.”

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On the Road With Secret Cravings Publishing – Because of Jacqueline



Because of Jacqueline

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Cynthia Pomranz lives in the Midwest with her husband. She has two beautiful daughters, and a shih tzu that thinks she is a retriever. Cynthia earned a BA from Knox College, graduating magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa.  After years of writing software training manuals, she followed her heart and wrote her first romance novel with the love and support of her family.


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Book Blurb

Jackie Simms moves back to her hometown, St. Louis, to rebuild her life in the wake of divorce, including a foray into the world of online dating. She responds to an intriguing email from Marc Montgomery, who shares many of her interests, as well as a love for baseball. As their cyber relationship deepens, her skeptical side wonders if he’s too good to be true.

When Jackie’s work-related travel delays their first date, the couple spends the next two weeks in a tantalizing state of limbo filled with tender emails and intimate phone conversations that go on seamlessly for hours. Even though they have never met, their souls touch.

When they finally meet, will Marc be Jackie’s dream come true?  Will she learn the truth about this enigmatic man?  Will self-doubt lead Jackie to believe she is the barrier to her own happiness?



Excerpt 1

The martini tasted delicious. And potent. The drink went straight to my head at the first sip. Minutes later, Marc joined me in the living room.

“This sofa is comfortable and good looking.” Not as good looking as the owner. His polo shirt clung to his well-defined chest. Obviously, he worked out on a regular basis.

“After I had the house rehabbed, I worked with a friend of my mom’s. She decorated the whole place.”

“Impressive.” I murmured, thinking more of him than his furnishings. The gin continued to fog my brain. My plan to remain cool toward him became a distant memory.

After we finished our drinks he asked, “Hungry?”

“Yes, some food would be good.” I needed something to soak up the alcohol.

“Come,” he ordered softy.

I followed Marc to the kitchen—a chef’s dream filled with high-end stainless steel appliances. The beautiful custom ebony cabinets boasted brushed nickel hardware. Five bar stools lined the massive marble-topped island. A round table with leather chairs set for two occupied the bay window. The kitchen opened to a grand family room with a high tray ceiling.

My attention went to the opposite wall. “Marc, what is the size of your flat screen?” I’d never seen anything comparable.

“It’s eighty-four inches. You like lingerie. I like to watch movies and sports.”

“On a gianormous screen.” I giggled.

“Gianormous? That’s a word I haven’t heard.” He looked bewildered.

“I picked it up from my girls. It’s a combination of giant and enormous. Teenagers have a unique way of expressing themselves.” I chuckled to myself.

“Your martini seems to be agreeing with you, Jacqueline.” His smile widened.

I took the opportunity to look for the lower front crooked incisor he mentioned, but I couldn’t see anything except perfect teeth. The buzz in my head intensified. My eyelids started to droop.

“I’ll get the food. Can you get a couple of waters from the fridge?”

“Sure.” I tried to steady myself. I never should have had a drink on an empty stomach.

“We have egg rolls, wonton soup, and Mongolian Beef, light on the onions, as you requested.”

“Thank you. It looks tasty.” He looks tasty. Jeez, I feel like a horny teenager!

Thankfully, as we ate, I began to feel more coherent. Yoake sat curled up on her floor pillow nearby as Marc updated me on his acquisition plans with the internet company. He seemed pleased when I shared with him my daughters were coming for a visit. This evening is starting out much better than last week.

After dinner, Marc produced his movie collection list. “Take a look. Tell me what you’d like to watch. They’re arranged by genre in alphabetical order.”

I stared at the list in awe. “There must be over five hundred movies here.”

“I removed fifty from the list last month.”

“Glad to see you are cutting back,” I teased.

“What’s your pleasure? An old classic, a drama, action, or maybe sci-fi? I’m guessing you’re the romantic comedy type.” I could only see his blazing blue eyes over the top of the list.

“Do you have any recommendations?”

“Last week I bought Hitch with Will Smith and Eva Mendez. Have you seen it?”

“No, I haven’t. Let’s watch it.”

Marc started setting up the DVD.

I wonder how many other women have been to his place for Chinese and a movie. He had been single his adult life, while I’d been married. I remembered what Trish said to me about STDs and using condoms.

I certainly wasn’t planning on having sex with him, but it felt incredible when he kissed me last week. Marc took a seat next to me on the sofa. His inviting scent was clean and fresh with a note of spice.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’m fine,” I murmured.

“Yes. You are,” his eyes glimmered as he stroked my arm. A shiver ran down my neck and across my shoulders. His lips brushed mine. The quivering spot in the pit of my stomach exploded.

As Marc pulled me in his arms, he kissed me softly. When his warm tongue pressed into my mouth, a combination of panic and burning desire ripped through me. My lips couldn’t deny his moist, sweltering kiss. He stopped and took my hand. Without saying a word, he stood and led me out of the room down the hallway.

I knew where we were going. Yoake trotted along beside us swishing her tail, as if she knew too. Looks like this isn’t the first time Yoake has accompanied someone to Marc’s bedroom. She ran ahead and nosed open the door. The late summer sunset lit the room in a soft, warm glow. A king size bed with a tall, fawn-colored upholstered headboard and button tufting dominated the large space. The soft neutral toned bedding appeared to be a sumptuous raw silk.

Marc stopped a foot from the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Slow and deep. All the blood drained from my head. The air in the room became thick. When he pulled my T-shirt over my head, the heat from his body blanketed my bare skin. With ease, he unsnapped my bra with one hand and dropped it to the floor.


Excerpt 2

The temperature in the room was warm enough for me to remove my jacket. As I took it off, I noticed Marc glance at me over the top of his menu with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

“Would you prefer a bottle of wine or a cocktail?”

“I’d like some wine this evening. You’re the expert, please choose.”

The Sauvignon Blanc Marc selected complemented the roasted salmon dish we ordered for dinner. As we ate, I couldn’t seem to get Marc engaged in regular conversation. I decided to shake things up a bit. “I have a question. Do you know how many women you have slept with, including me?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Trish told me when you sleep with one person, it’s like sleeping with seven people. I would like to know my exposure. From an STD perspective.” Am I brazen for asking the question?

“I’m not into one-nighters. Including you, I’ve probably slept with fifteen women.” His nostrils flared slightly.

Fifteen. My lucky number. Pressing my lips together, I paused to calculate. “If I’ve done my math correctly, the total would be one hundred and five.”

“I assure you, I don’t have unprotected sex.” His jaw clenched, creating a tension in his face.

“You are only the second man I’ve had sex with.”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugged.


“That was the past.”

Funny, I don’t think his issues from his past are behind him.

On the way home from dinner, Marc turned on the CD player in his car. He skipped through the songs until “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” began to play. Is he trying to tell me something? Regardless, I appreciated the sound.

As we silently rode up in my elevator to my condo, I wrung my hands and watched until the light stopped on floor fifteen.

“Thank you for dinner, Marc,” I murmured.

“You’re welcome,” he answered. “I’m totally jet-lagged so, I‘m going to head home.” He kissed my hair and began to turn away.



Say something. “Drive safe.”

“I will.” He gave my hand a squeeze. “Good night.”

I went to the bedroom, kicked off my heels, and fell on my bed. My eyes began to sting with tears. Moxie jumped up beside me and licked my face.

Is there something wrong with me? With him? I slammed my fists on the bed.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled. “Do you want a cookie, Moxie? Maybe we’ll both have a cookie.” Her big brown saucers stared up at me.

On my way to the kitchen, I heard a knock. Is it Marc? Did he forget something?

I opened the door. Marc stood in front of me. Under the shadow of his knitted brow, his eyes darkened to a deep, sea blue.

Is he going to tell me adios?

He stood silent. I steadied myself.

“Did you forget something?”

“No. I mean, yes,” he stammered. “I forgot this.”

He pulled me close, covered my mouth with his lips, and plunged his tongue deep inside. I was shocked, confused, and totally turned on.

He held his kiss as he moved me through the doorway and skillfully pushed the door shut with his foot. I tore my mouth away and said, “I thought you were jet-lagged.”

“I got a second wind.” He continued to devour me with his mouth.

He unbuttoned my jacket and slid it down my over my arms. As he kissed and nipped at my shoulders, my breath caught in my throat.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” His voice was rough.

This time I led him to my bedroom. I walked him over to the edge of my bed and pushed him back on the mattress. He looked a bit stunned, but pleased.

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Tuesday Tales – Curly

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Hey there everyone!  I am back with Tuesday Tales!  (It’s been too long!). And…I am back with Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance.  The last we were with Gideon, he had rescued Emma from the humidor.  (Need a refresher?  Click here!). What will happen when Emma wakes up?

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The pumpkin orange glow of the late autumn sunset illuminated the thick glass pane of the window. It was soft yet still pierced Emma’s senses. She let go a soft groan as she stretched her stiff limbs.

Her mind raced to remember what had happened. The last she remembered she had been thrown in Gideon’s horrific humidor, the door sealing shut when she hit the floor. The thick fog of poison wrapped around her, choking her. She thought of him, of Gideon as she gasped her last breath. All she wanted to do was tell him how much she loved him. She never would.

But now, she was lying in the soft sanctuary of someone’s bed. Whose bed was she in? Had Katarina taken pity on her? Emma brushed a curly lock of hair from her face as she opened her eyes. Her gaze was met by the cold glare of Gideon’s.

“Gideon,” she breathed.

He shifted in the chair he sat until his elbows rested on his knees. He pressed his palms together for several moments. “You betrayed me. Your willingness to assist me, to be here with me, to want me was only a ploy to get me to finish that bloody contraption.”

Emma sat up, tugging the covers closer to her. “At first, yes. Katarina commanded me to do it. But the longer I was here, the more I was with you I wanted to be here.”

“Liar,” Gideon spat.

Emma drew her eyes to slits. She tossed off the blankets and stood on unsteady feet. She spun at him. “I don’t need to sit here and listen to you call me a liar. Yes, I lied. But I am not lying now. I was here because I wanted to be with you. I touched you, I kissed you because I wanted you deep in my core to the point I ached. No man has ever compared to you. But I don’t need your condemnation.”

She turned away from him to search for her gown. Just as she stooped to pick it up, a hand on her arm whipped her around. Her lips were engulfed in a scorching, sinfully delicious kiss. The only choice Emma had was to melt into it helplessly.

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On The Road With Secret Cravings Publishing – A Tangled Web

Burton is a shy and disillusioned young English woman holidaying on the
Mediterranean island of Malta finds romance with the hotel manager, Luigi
Coletti. She also finds herself deeply involved in the life of an elderly
writer, Louisa Weston.
As Serena gradually
discovers Louisa’s strange past she is drawn into a tangled web of hidden
mysteries which are slowly uncovered, but at a high price…

A Tangled Web – Extract 1
“Not a very nice evening” said Mr. Coletti the hotel
manager, when Serena approached the desk to leave her keys.
“I’m just going for a short walk before dinner,” she
replied shyly.
“Better take an umbrella then.”
“I don’t think I’ll bother,” she laughed. “I won’t be
too long anyway.”
She stepped outside and cautiously looked right and
left before crossing the road onto the sea side promenade. Ominous dark clouds
were gathering fast in the horizon and grayish blue waves splashed angrily
against the white rocks, spraying her lips with salty droplets.
Serena was no stranger to this small Mediterranean
island, but she had always come at the peak of hot and dry summers when the
blinding brightness of the sky merged with the staggering azure blue of the
sea. She never expected in a million years to find this sort of unremitting
British drizzle soaking her hair through and through, nor an icy wind blowing
on her face and making her eyes watery.
She looked in disbelief at the threatening sky and
hoped the drizzle would not worsen. Forcibly she wiped her mouth with the back
of her hand, and then walked briskly with her head down. She stopped abruptly
out of breath and leaned against the silvery railings that ran all along in a
wide bend. What on earth possessed her to come over here in the middle of this
bleak and unusually cold winter? It was less than three weeks since she had
that terrible row with Harry after catching him cheating with her best friend
Susan. Seething with anger she broke off their engagement, but was so wretched
and miserable that she felt like crawling in a dark corner or disappearing from
the face of the earth.
A few days later, a stupid argument at work exploded
into a major crisis. Full of hurt pride, she rebuffed any words of sympathy
offered by her boss, and promptly resigned from her position as private
secretary with a reputable industrial firm. She immediately moved out of her
cozy little apartment in Putney and grabbed one of those last minute holiday
deals to the island of Malta, where they offered travelers four weeks for the
price of three. Perhaps the change of scenery would help her get over the
emotional roller-coaster ride she was on. A relaxing getaway may lead to a
fresh start. She had to try.
The promenade was almost deserted and the vast expanse
of turbulent water was swelling under the blustery wind. Serena was so dejected
and full of self-pity that her eyes filled with tears, but no matter where or
when, the sea had always a soothing effect on her. Unlike a desert where its
vastness and desolate emptiness exudes fear and wonder, the sea with its
interchangeable moods of calm and rough had a mysticism of its own which for
some unknown reason Serena was the most comfortable near it. And this kind of
weather perfectly suited her present frame of mind.
Her tears were washed away by the rain and she tightly
gripped the metal railing that ran the length of the promenade until her
fingers hurt. She inhaled the fresh, revitalizing ozone bringing her back to
life. Serena was about to turn back, when at a distance she glimpsed the shape
of a man sitting on one of the rocks protruding into the sea at the base of the
low cliffs beneath where she was standing. Against the darkening sky he looked
more like a gray shadow, yet she could still notice a sort of naval cap pulled
down below his forehead and a few shiny buttons glittering on a dark reefer
Normally her first reaction would be to run in the
opposite direction, but a compelling urge pushed her forward to that blurred
figure, and her imagination started to run wild. Was he a seaman home on leave
after a long exotic voyage? Or, was he simply a stranger who, like her, was
taking a stroll, indifferent to the elements? The man seemed totally unaware of
her presence and was focusing only on the foaming sea. The incandescent light
of a pale moon came peeping through the thick clouds, and for an instant, two
very dark eyes stared blankly back at Serena.
A gust of wind forced her to turn away and, when she
looked back, the man seemed to have vanished. Had he gone down the other side
of the rocks, or was her imagination playing tricks?
With a deep sigh, she tied her white woolen scarf
firmly under her chin and resumed her brisk walk to the hotel just in time to
change for dinner.

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A Tangled Web – Extract 2
The coastal road leading to the coves of Wied-iz-Zurrieq, a small fishing village on the western side of the
island, was very steep and narrow but the view from up there was magnificent.
At one point he stopped the car so that Serena could admire at leisure the
rugged landscape unfolding down below. She gasped with unexpected pleasure at
the breathtaking scenery. Her cheeks were all pink from the freshening breeze
and she looked absolutely ravishing. Luigi almost gave in to the temptation of
proposing to her then and there. However, as he thought of his carefully
detailed event to come he resisted and cautiously walked toward the bay.
Bonjù” the old
fisherman from whom he had pre-rented the boat, greeted them with a toothless
“Good morning Salvino, are we ready?”
“Ready when you are sir.”
Luigi helped Serena into the boat and took hold of the
oars. “We shall be about an hour,” he said to the old man as he started to row
energetically in order to get away from the scorching midday sun.
As soon as they entered the cavern, the coolness of
the rock walls made them feel more relaxed. The water appeared as smooth as
glass and reflected like a mirror the brilliant phosphorescent
colors of underwater flora. Luigi sat back unmoving and let
the craft drift smoothly along.
“What do you think?” he asked with a smug gesture of
grandeur as if he owned the place.
Serena bent over to cup in her hands the pure
crystalline water and sighed on seeing how the water gave the appearance of
being a pale blue hue rather than transparent. “You are right, it is quite
Luigi was fighting his anxiety and waited for the
right moment to speak. He had purposely chosen a mid-week day to avoid the
tourist crowd, but there were still too many boats around. He feared his
romantic proposal would not work the way he had planned it.
Spotting a smaller, deserted cave, he casually rowed
into it.
A faint ray of
sunlight coming through the arched opening revealed a multitude of tiny
multi-colored crystals shining brilliantly on the wet walls.
They seemed to mirror the diamond ring he had chosen
at his father’s jewelry shop in Valetta several weeks earlier was burning a
hole in Luigi’s pocket.
“It’s very beautiful indeed although strangely kind of
spooky as well,” said Serena shivering slightly at the thought and experiencing
a niggling tingle at the back of her neck. Luigi’s deep blue eyes seemed to
grow darker and darker like a whirlpool in which she was drowning, and for a
split second his face seemed to disappear and a gray shadow jumped out of the
boat… With a frightening yelp Serena recoiled in horror and looked around as if
searching for something in the water. She was shaking quite noticeably and
vaguely aware Luigi was speaking to her as he moved position to sit next to her
making the boat rock a bit.
“Serena! Serena! What is it? Have I offended you in
any way?”
 “No, no, I’m
alright.” she whispered still in a daze.
He lightly touched her chin to turn her face towards
him. “How do you really feel about me, Serena? You must know I’m in love with
you. I thought you felt the same?”
“I don’t really know how I feel or where I stand right
now, Luigi,” she mumbled still shaken by her eerie vision. “Things at the villa
are not working out the way I expected, and I might very well decide to go back
home after all.” She was stalling and she knew it, still determined not to make
any commitments she might regret.
“We better go back,” he said reluctantly.
The journey to the villa was excruciatingly silent and
unbearable. As they reached the gates of her new home Luigi leaned across to
open the door rather than getting out and opening it for Serena.
“I’ll call you,” he said, then as soon as she had
stepped out of the car drove off at high speed.
Serena stood on the pavement with a knot in her
stomach. Why did she behave so stupidly when in reality she liked him so much?
Would she ever see Luigi again or, had she lost the only true friend she had?
She went inside with a heavy sense of foreboding. She didn’t understand why
since arriving on the island she was beginning to experience such strange
hallucinations from alleged apparitions at the rocks in Sliema to the ghostly
image which had materialized out of Luigi’s eyes just an hour or so earlier.
Should she perhaps see a doctor about it?
From the day she arrived on the island, her life
seemed to have been taken over by a power beyond her control and she felt
trapped within her own Calypso Cave.
What was the meaning of all this? If by some inexplicable reason her destiny
was to be linked to this tiny foreign land, was not Luigi meant to be part of
Author bio:
Viviane Elisabeth Borg (née Fleri)
was born in Alexandria, Egypt on 15th
January 1925 at a time when the Country was under a ruling monarchy which
permitted a predominant European influence to flourish. This gave Egypt and
Alexandria in particular a distinctive cosmopolitan and flamboyant lifestyle.
Despite being born British of Maltese descent she had a totally Italian
upbringing and received an extensive French education at the French Lycée. Being a great lover of poetry and
literature she aspired at becoming a writer
but her
studies were cut short as World War II erupted over Europe.
married on 26th October 194
6 and gave birth to three
children. In 1952 her husband, Hubert, obtained a managerial position at a
shipping agency at the small town of Port Said. They lived there happily until
political disruptions between the Egyptian government and Anglo-French
interests in the Suez Canal Zone resulted in military intervention. The result
of the week-long conflict in 1956, which became known in history as the Suez
Crisis, forced the evacuation of all European nationals out of Egypt. Viviane
and her family were compelled to abandon their home and all assets and leave
their country as political refugees.
They set up a new home in
London where they became a magnet for the rest of their family.
In 1997 she wrote and self-published a memoir entitled When the Wind Blows.
Proceeds from the sale of the book were donated to Cancer Research in memory of
Hubert who died of bowel cancer in 1989. Poetic Whispers a poetry
anthology was published on Smashwords in 2013. A Tangled Web is her only other completed book. Viviane
now resides in the south of France near Cannes.
Contact links:
Twitter: @ VivianeEBorg1
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On The Road With Secret Cravings Publishing – A Flawed Heart


Claire Brighton has just finished college and is abandoning her warm,
southern home in favor of gritty New York City. Her search for the
perfect roommate leads her to Lydia Taylor. Lydia lives a life of
privilege in her father’s penthouse, but like Claire, she’s ready to go
out into the world on her own.
Claire and Lydia rent a little apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn,
near Lydia’s older brother, Jason. Claire is intrigued by Lydia’s
stories of Jason, who is the black sheep of the family—and a musician.
The minute Claire hears him sing, she falls for him.Claire thrives in her new urban surroundings, treasuring her time
with Jason and exploring her new found sexuality, but both Claire and
Jason carry shadows with them. They’re each fighting wounds of their
past. Will they defeat their demons? Will their feelings for each other
Excerpt 1:
Jason takes a sharp breath in, flicks his cigarette away and takes a step
toward me. The intensity of his eye contact makes me apprehensive. I never talk
about my daddy with anyone. I look down at my feet and Jason gently grabs and
holds my wrist. The top of my head only reaches the base of his neck. I stare
at his fresh tattoo. It’s black, white, and gray. It’s a Lilly with script
around it. I can barely read it in the dim light but looking closer I see it
says, ‘Never let go’.
“The tattoo. It’s for your mother?” I whisper.
Jason nods and leans down toward me. He presses his forehead against
mine. The only sound is our breathing. I feel our pain in my chest. My heart is
ripping open, and I want to comfort him and hold him and kiss him. I tilt my
head back and look into Jason’s eyes. The current running between us is
palpable. I part my lips and press them to his. The kiss is shy and tentative.
His lips are so soft…they taste like beer and peppermint, and they’re warm and
strong against mine. I realize how brazen I’m being and pull away. As I move
back, Jason’s grip on me tightens and he places his hand on the small of my
back so I can’t step away.
I smile and kiss him again. This time he presses my body to his and work
his lips over mine, at first gentle and then rough. He lets go of my wrist and
I’m free to touch his body. I place one hand over his heart and the other
reaches up to touch his hair. He moans, grips my neck, and tilts my chin up
with his thumb. The kiss becomes more desperate, more filled with desire—and
warmth spreads through my body. He backs up against the wall and begins to kiss
my neck. He tangles his hands in my hair.
I take this opportunity to breathe, but he kisses me again as he slides
his hand down to my ass. I wrap one leg around his, craving more contact,
wanting to ease the ache I’m feeling. He gets hard as my body rubs against his.
He moans as I grind up against him and kisses me harder. I move my mouth to his
shoulder and nibble at his flesh. I’ve never felt more aroused or been this
forward. I feel as though could kiss him every day and never tire of the way
our mouths and bodies fit together. His grip tightens, and I know he must be
feeling it too.
“You’re so beautiful. You feel so good.” He knots his fingers in my hair
and kisses me again.
Just then, I hear the worst possible sound. The emergency door opens and
Ben is standing there.
Excerpt 2:
I grab my bag and my umbrella and head downstairs. My stomach is in knots. I light a cigarette and wait. The rain is
just a drizzle now. My hair is getting too frizzy. I re-apply lip gloss. My eyes flash to every car that drives
down the block. It’s been ten minutes. I start stomping my feet in the nearest
puddle, out of frustration and boredom, and then I see a black car speeding
down the block. It’s Jason’s
Charger. His tires screech as he
stops at the curb. I take a deep
breath in a vain attempt to calm myself. I exhale, and open the door. When I slide into the seat, I’m
immediately hit with his scent.
“Hey,” he greets me.
“Were you enjoying that puddle?”
I look up at him and his grin takes my breath away. “Thanks for picking me up. I could have walked.”
“I’ve been Lydia’s big brother for a long time, and one thing I’ve
learned. If she wants something, you give it to her.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
We’re still parked at the curb. I try to read his face. He stares out of
the windshield.
“So, Jason—”
“I like your boots.”
“What? Oh, thanks.”
A simple compliment makes me catch fire. He shifts the car into gear
and we head down the avenue. The silence between us is heavy. Jason puts on the stereo and a song
plays softly.
“What are you listening to?”
May This Be Love by Jimi Hendrix. I can change it if you don’t
like it.”
“No, it’s nice. I like it.”
He turns it up.
“This is one of my favorite songs actually. The soft drumming and the
melody feel perfect in this weather.” I look out my window at the rain-soaked
Jason starts speeding. He takes the car way above the thirty mile an hour
limit, and I wonder if it’s because he can’t wait to get rid of me. We pull up in front of his building.
Jason throws the car in park. The rain beats on the roof and on the windshield,
and the beautiful music continues to play from Jason’s speakers. We sit there, silent except for the
sound of our breathing. The car is filled with Jason’s cologne and unspoken
tension. I start to feel that pull
to him. He’s gripping the wheel and out of the corner of my eye I see him
clenching his jaw. I’m chickening
out. I can’t have this conversation, and he’s not going to start. I put my hand on the door handle to
“You smell nice,” he says.
“I like your perfume. It smells, sweet…” He runs his fingers over his
face, still not looking at me.
“Thanks. You smell nice, too.”
“Jason, I have to go.”
He sighs and traces my ribs with his fingers. “Maybe you can stay just a
little longer? I’ll drive you home.”
“Good girl.” He rolls over and slides down into the warmth of the sheets.
He brushes my collarbone with his lips and slides his hands down to my ass. I
bury the tip of my nose in his hair and drink in his amazing scent. I shiver as
he licks his way up my neck, to the base of my ear, and nibbles gently on my
ear lobe.
“Claire, I want you.”
I close my eyes and run my fingernails down his back, telling him without
words that I feel the same way. He grips my hips and positions me beneath him,
then grinds into me and moans into the pillow. I kiss his neck and his
shoulder. I run my hands into his hair and down his back. He increases the
pressure and speed of his motion, and the added friction creates a delicious
sensation for both of us. He straightens his forearms, pushing his upper body
off of me, and looks into my eyes as he quickens his movements further. His
tongue peeks out from between his lips, and he opens. I’m getting aroused, and
he knows it. This sensation is so new for me. He’s hitting just the right spot. He knows exactly what he’s doing to
me. My breath quickens, and I moan, but he stops. He leans back on his
knees and jerks my underwear off and I lift my hips to help him. He slides his
own underwear off and his cock bobs in the air. His expression is fierce as he
looks down at my exposed flesh. Still on his knees, he plunges two fingers
inside me, rubbing his thumb on my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and I
buck my hips up to meet the thrusts of his hands. I close my eyes, lost in the
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
I do as he says. My whole body is on fire, and as my blood pulses through
me I’m getting closer and closer to release. Just as I’m on the verge, he stops
again and leans over me to reach the night table drawer. The ache between my
legs is almost painful. I open my mouth and sink my teeth into his side as he
fumbles in the drawer for a condom.
“Ow, fuck. Don’t dish out what you can’t take, Claire.”
He leans back on his knees again, sliding the condom over his length. His
gaze invades mine. The newfound vixen inside me feels bold.
“Oh, I can take it,
Jason.” I sit up.
“Yeah? Let’s see then, shall we?”
He grips my ass, and pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. He
pushes me down onto his cock and my breath leaves me as he thrusts up into me,
pinching one of my nipples at the same time. His touch is rough, but the pleasure
he’s making me feel only intensifies. I lean back trying to meet his thrusts,
but my legs are too shaky. He grips the back of my neck and forces his hips
into mine. He wraps his mouth around my breast, sucking and licking the skin.
“Mmm. Fuck, you taste so good.”
After pounding into me, he lays me down and grabs one of the many pillows
on his bed, then stuffs it under the small of my back. He sits back on his
knees again and grabs my hips, pulling me toward him as he thrusts inside me
again. My breasts bounce rhythmically as he pounds against me hard. The angle
he has created is too much for me to take and I climax. My center pulses and
warms as my scalp prickles and my toes point. I bring my hand up to my mouth
and bite my finger to stifle a scream.
He’s getting hard beneath me. His hands slide from my waist to my thighs,
caressing my skin. He moves them up under my skirt, and his fingers push my
thighs apart. He licks my neck—his breath is hot on my skin.
“Fuck, I want these clothes off. Stand up.”
I do as I’m told, and turn around to face him.
“Open your shirt.”
I unbutton my top as I look into Jason’s hungry eyes. I let the shirt
fall away, and stand in front of him in just my bra. I feel exposed and
anxious, and the emotion causes me to cast my gaze at the floor.
“Don’t do that. Don’t look away from me. You’re beautiful.” He grips my
ass with his hands, squeezing and rubbing it as I stand above him. I breathe in
the scent of his hair as he reaches down to my boots, and I hold onto his
shoulders as he slips my feet out from each one. He puts them to the side and I
open my skirt, letting it drop to the ground. He hooks his thumbs into the top
of my panties, and his hands feel rough against my smooth skin. My breath
quickens as he slips them down my legs while kissing and licking my waist. He
turns me around and kisses the skin on my lower back and my heart thunders in
my chest. I reach between my shoulder blades to unhook my bra, but Jason stands
and replaces my hands with his. He opens the clasp and the fabric slides down
my arms. He nibbles the skin on my shoulder and then kisses the place where he
just sank his teeth in. He brings his mouth to mine as he opens the buttons of
his own shirt. I reach my hands up to help him, and my fingers trace the black
lines on his chest.
“I want to know what these all mean. I want to know each story.”
“And I want you to know. One day I’ll tell you. I promise.”




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April Emerson moved to New York City after
graduating from college with a degree in literature
. As a nature lover, living in the city was a culture shock, but she
soon began to enjoy being surrounded by so much energy. Submerged in perpetual
crowds, April developed a fondness for people
  watching, which inspired her to start writing. Drawn to both the light
and dark of humanity, she strives to tell sexy and romantic stories with
exquisitely complex characters. When she isn’t writing, she loves listening to
music or reading a good book while enjoying 
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On The Road With Secret Cravings Publishing – His Paris Affair

His Paris Affair (The Albury Affair
Ruiz had enough of secrets and
lies from the woman he loves. But what will she do when dangerous secrets and
lies from his past invade thier present?

Albury went to the Bahamas for one reason, to get back what was his as the
rightful heir of his father with rage and resentment that has been festering
for years. But once he gets there, he’s treated as part of a family, shown love
and care he’d only dreamed about and all his carefully laid plans are
forgotten. In fact, they are buried deep in his mind when he meets Melody
****Melody Sinclair thought she’d found one of the good ones. She loved Ruiz and
trusted him enough to make him a part of her life, only to have it shuttered when
she finds out his secret. Heart broken and distraught, she gets drunk and
decides to get over him by getting under someone else, only for it to turn out
to be the worst mistake of her life. Trapped, with nowhere to turn, Ruiz sweeps
in like a knight in shining armor ready to battle her dragon might not live
long enough to see that happen.
“Stop!” Melody yelled, lowering her
head to meet her raised hands to cover her ears. She couldn’t hear about what
they could have had and the ‘what ifs’. She’d tormented herself enough with
them and she couldn’t handle them coming from Ruiz. Either way it was pointless
because she was never leaving Antonio.
He yanked her hands away from her
ears and Melody raised her head meeting his gaze. “None of that matters anymore.
It’s over and done with and now we have nothing, absolutely nothing between us
so stop!”
“That’s where you are wrong,” he
growled his head swooping low to capture her lips in a searing kiss with his
Melody felt a bust of emotion fill
her at the contact, her body suddenly ravenous for one thing—Ruiz.
* * *
Ruiz had no idea what he was doing
but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. He’d watched her lips move
and they teased him like a fat kid in a candy store. He couldn’t hold himself
back any longer so he responded to his baser instincts and kissed her. It felt
like coming home, a drop of cool refreshing water on the tongue of a man lost
in the desert for weeks. He drank from her deeply not sure he’d ever be able to
willingly stop. God he’d missed her so much.
He felt her hands tag at his shirt
at his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized she’d completely unbuttoned it. His
belt was also done away with, his trousers hanging open at his hips. He
released his hold on her and helped her rid him of the shirt. Then he began
pulling her dress off in rushed jerky moves proof of his impatience to get to
her naked flesh. He wanted to feel her against him again, skin to skin. He
pushed his jeans down and kicked them off just as she pushed him back to sit on
his knees. She raised herself, ready to mount him, her impatience vibrating off
her shaking form when he held her still.
“Do I need to wear a condom?”
She shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
Ruiz smiled; if she only knew she’d
answered his question in more ways than one.
“Ruiz,” she began hesitantly, “it’s
been a while…”
 If he wasn’t so hard up, he’d
dance a jig! That served as the confirmation he so desperately needed but also
provoked more questions.
He nodded. “We’ll go slow, gentle. I
want to savor this.”
She smiled at him, a real full-blown
Melody Sinclair smile that always turned his insides to mush. He raised her
above his straining erection. He almost lost it when he saw her drip over the
bead of cum at the tip of his shaft. She swallowed him up with a sigh, her body
shaking from the intrusion while Ruiz shook from his own first stroke of
pleasure. The hot and tight walls around him were like a punch in the chest.
After a year of celibacy, no one would blame him if he came right at that
moment, but he fought it. He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could,
taking pleasure from her body. His hands moved up and down her back, to her
rounded hips. He wanted to touch her, to completely consume her. He wanted to
lay her on the ground and fuck her like a maniac, but he liked it better with
her above him, looking up at her, his face nestled between her large breasts.
They were larger than he remembered but he wasn’t complaining.
She began to ride him, slow and
hesitantly at first until he began to guide her with his hands on her hips and
she found a sure rhythm. She bounced on his shaft faster as he raised and
plunged her needing more, craving more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders
as she moaned and cried out landing harder on to him. He was sure if he didn’t
work out he’d have no muscle to cushion his thigh bones and they would have
broken in half by now at how forceful she rode him. He panted over her nipples,
lightly licking them and rubbing his face against, under and between them,
doing everything he knew that drove her crazy except suckle the tight buds. He
wanted to tease her, torment her into riding him harder.
He kneaded her thighs open as he
parted his own so that she could sink fully onto him, taking him completely
inside her. Her body shook again as if she was attached to a high voltage, her
hands tightening into fists in his hair as she rode him harder, chasing after
the ultimate high that was her orgasm. Sitting lower against him, her tight
nipples brushed against his chest as her breasts bounced and he knew the
sensation was what made her movements jerky and heavy. She was close, he could
feel it. Normally, this was where he would take over, but he didn’t. He held
onto her hips, helping her rid him as he watched the beads of sweat roll down
her creased face, dropping to her chest and roll between the valley of her
breasts. Her lips parted in desperate cries as her body began to shake. Then
finally she went rigid, her back bending backwards, her head thrown back as her
lips parted in a loud scream that vibrated in his chest. He loved watching her
reach her peek, knowing the moment his body had brought her as much pleasure as
her own did him. He loved watching the serenity settle on her face as she came
down from her high, and yet knowing it wouldn’t be there for much longer.
“My turn,” he whispered gruffly,
lowering her to the ground. He placed her feet on his shoulders and settled her
ass on his thighs, his hands on her hips, turning them in a position that was
bound to keep them in a white haze of pleasure for as long as he could hold it.
He rocked into her, slow at first
waking up her body. When her head began to toss from side to side, a soft moan
leaving her slightly parted lips, her eyes struggling to open and he knew it
was time to up the ante. He pressed his thumb on her swollen clit making her
scream, her eyes popping open. She struggled to push herself up onto her
elbows, her eyes riveted on where he disappeared inside her.
“Watch me Mel, watch as I go in and
out of you. Watch as I come home.”
She wrapped her hand around his
wrist, holding herself up, her eyes never leaving his glittering shaft, wet
with her cum.
“This belongs to me Melody, only me.
No other dick should call this home. This is mine all mine.”
She nodded, her hair falling over
her face. “Ruiz!”

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On The Road With Secret Cravings Publishing – Unexpected Storm


When Holly
takes a vacation with friends
, she never
dreams she will meet someone who turns her lonely life around in just one
afternoon…the question is
, can this
kind of heat last…
Storm,’ released
June 21,
from Secret Cravings Publishing.
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Excerpt one
from ‘Unexpected Storm,’ Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Secret Cravings June 21,
2014 erotic romance short release
18+ rated
He stared at
her intently, and then extended a hand alongside her head
to rest it against the wooden window frame. His muscled arm grazed her cheek.
He enclosed her in intimacy.
“Hi, my
name’s Will. I’m not sorry I grabbed your ass. You’re lovely and I just
couldn’t help it. Blame the atmosphere, the positive ions.” He smiled and it made him even more beautiful.
couldn’t get past the lure of his muscular arm being so close to her she
could’ve nestled against it. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his blue eyes. Her
entire body reacted wildly to this man. Breasts heavy,
pussy drenched, eyes about to close with a haze of lust, she heard a sigh break
from her lips.
Will brought
his other hand gently around Holly’s head, held her, and watched her eyes as he
descended on her mouth.
His fingers
against her ear sparked rivulets of sensation. They
trickled goose bumps down her neck to her breasts. His kiss was soft, sexy,
lingering, and when he stopped, Holly followed his mouth with hers, the
desperation for more kisses driving her.
Rain beat on
the roof of the beach hut. People talked loudly so
they could be heard. The girls, who’d squealed earlier, squealed again as
thunder rolled overhead. The air was warm, sticky, vaguely smelling of rush
matting, seaweed, the ocean. Holly felt sweat trickle down between her shoulder
blades. It beaded under her hairline and on her top
lip. She quickly licked it away and noticed how Will watched her tongue
Excerpt Two, from
‘Unexpected Storm,’ Copyright Elodie Parkes, 2014 Secret Cravings June 21, 2014
erotic romance short release
PG13 rated
“I’ll drive
you to the hotel. It’ll only take five minutes on the road. It’ll take you
fifteen up the cliff steps. They might still be slippery from the earlier
downpour.” He pictured the dark wooden steps, with their cracks full of sand
and wildflowers growing out of them at the edges.
“That’s so
kind, Will, thank you.”
He followed
her through the kitchen and watched her pick up her cell phone. They went
quietly to the hall where she retrieved her beach bag.
Will opened a
drawer in the hall table and took out a set of car
keys. He picked up the door key from the top. Without a shirt or shoes, he
walked to the Jeep and helped Holly into it.
Before he
started the car engine, he looked across at her. Desperation to see her again,
tell her he felt something for her, forced a sigh.
She looked at
him and Will was certain there was longing in her expression.
When they
were on the road to the hotel, he spoke. “I’ll look out for you on the beach
tomorrow. Holly, is there any chance I can see you again? Could we have lunch, or just coffee, or something? I’d like to see you.
You can reach me at the Surf and Sail shop. I’d offer my number, but…”
He waited for
her answer, hopefully.
“I’ll find
you there, soon.” She sounded happy.
It lifted his
heart, and he let out a breath, unaware he’d been
holding it until then. Relief flooded him and he grinned as he drove through
the hotel gates and stopped by the fountain to let Holly out.
She turned to
him and kissed him by the side of his mouth.
He caught her
head and kissed her lips.
When she’d gone, he drove around the fountain and out to
the road.
About the author,
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic,
contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her
books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in
an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness
that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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On The Road With Secret Cravings Publishing – A Gentleman Always Finds Out



Ruined and jilted, Mariah Harris, with her
cousin, plots against the rogue who dared to insult her and her family. What
she doesn’t expect is for their plan to lead them astray…on the wrong side of
the law.
Julian Kingsley is ready to give up working
for the crown, only he’s given one last mission. He agrees, but gets more than
he bargains for. When a dalliance with a mysterious woman suddenly reveals her
connections to his case, he’s honor bound to turn her in, but his heart can’t
seem to give her up.


May 15, 1816
London, England
“Edwina Mosley, you are out of your ever-loving mind! We look like…You are dressed as a
strumpet and well…I am in breeches. I look far too feminine to be a man!” Mariah
Harris scowled and clenched her fists at her sides. This whole plot was
idiotic, and if they were not thrown in Newgate, they would certainly end up in
“Yes, of course, dear. I thought you understood our plan from the beginning. It is a
sound one, cousin. Once I stop the messenger and beg his assistance, you will
sneak out of those bushes and snatch his bag,” Edwina retorted with a drawl.
“My sources have informed me that he passes through here every night at the
same time. So, we shall not be waiting long.”
How can she be so sure? Mariah gritted her teeth and curled her toes in irritation. “If there was ever a
moment I regret, it was telling you about this mess with Crispin. I only meant
to find out where he is staying in London and who with. My poor father is
convinced he will come back, but if he does, it will only be for food and
shelter.” Nothing more. He had successfully made Mariah the largest fool in all of Kent. That blasted scoundrel!
“Mariah, I am positive this plan will work. Once the satchel is in our possession, we
will rifle through for anything addressed to Crispin. From there, you will be
free to humiliate the stupid sod and carry on with your life. Now, stop being a
ninny and go hide. Hurry! I think I hear a horse.”
Mariah wandered into the shrubbery, hoping she did not step on an adder, or even
worse, walk through a spider’s web. Good
heavens, if papa ever found out I dressed in a man’s riding outfit, he would
send me away to a nunnery for certain.
A few moments passed before the sound of a galloping horse approached. The beast
slowed his gait by trotting as he grew closer, coming to a halt where Edwina
stood next to a wagon.
She pleaded in a tone befitting a damsel in distress, “Please, sir. I am in need of
assistance. I implore you. I should have been home hours ago, but the cart…”
“Say no more, miss. I will see what I can do.” the messenger stated plainly. “Should
I dare ask how long you have been stranded for?”
“Only for an hour, sir. I am on my way to London and thought to stop in Maidstone for
the night.”
When Mariah popped her head out, she spotted the young man climbing down from his
mount. Off in the distance, a rickety cart approached
, the driver swaying in his
. Now, we are were done for. Before they had
left her shop, Edwina had managed to convince her that this road was not much
travelled on after dark. Only the gent delivering messages from the militia in
the north would be expected. What were the odds—on this particular night—that
another traveler would pass through?
Sliding the sack off his shoulder, the messenger crouched down by the rear wheel of the
pony wagon she and her cousin had sabotaged.
Not long after, Mariah heard the trundling of the other cart squeal until it came
to a stop. A middle-aged man stumbled out, falling flat on his face. Too foxed
to drive successfully, he clearly would not pose a problem to the scenario.
Now is my chance. Mariah leapt out of the bushes and, while everyone was too distracted in aiding the
sotted fool, she grabbed the bag before running back to her hiding spot. Only
this time, she did not stop. She ran like the devil until she found the meadow
in which she had left her own clothing and horse.
Heart racing, she dropped the cap her long hair had been tucked into, kicked off her
shoes, and quickly stripped out of the breeches and loose-fitting shirt she
wore. Then, she slipped on her cream-colored riding gown and strapped the
satchel to the mare, covering it with the blanket she had used to conceal her
dress while in disguise.
She wasted no time taking her place in the saddle. Wrapping her cape around her
shoulders, she shifted the side so that it hid the blanket as well before
riding back to the inn where she planned on meeting with Edwina. It would be a
miracle if they were not caught after this ludicrous theft.
The only visual she retained during the trip was the gallows, and it was that image
which kept her from slowing her pace. She had never committed a crime before,
and this would take the bucket as far as mischief went. Never in all her
twenty-one years had she stooped so low. It was unprecedented, outlandish, and
completely unforgivable.
Leave it to the man she had foolishly thought she was in love with. No one could
drive her to the brink of madness like Crispen. His words meant nothing. In
hindsight, his pledge of love and fidelity was meaningless. His ploy to get
under her skirts had worked, and now she was ruined.

In return, Mariah would ruin him. And I cannot wait to see his face when he is discovered. Where To Buy:

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ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern
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