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(Psychic Menage #4)

By Houston Havens

GENRE: Sci-Fi Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM/MFM), PNR, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Erotic, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Mystery

He lives for a glimpse of her and will die for her love, but betrayal plays a dark hand.

blurbKindise Wyatt escapes her Star Rider captor and returns to Earth. With the help of a sexy Old World Mole and his mysterious friend, she’s determined to uncover the whereabouts of her lover. Instead, she finds nothing but betrayal and her captor in pursuit.

On the lam after betraying his evil ruler, ex-Dirt Dweller and drifter Jaden Valenti confirms his name is on a hit list. Finding what he believes will be safety amongst the Airbornes, he recreates himself and hides his past until trouble walks back into his life in
the name of Kindise Wyatt, the woman he was ordered to assassinate and didn’t.

Due to the obsessions of a Fae woman Sori gave up his hardearned royal title and left his homeland of Elfame. Love is the furthest thing from his mind until he is sent in Jaden’s place to pick-up some cargo…human cargo in the form Kindise Wyatt. He feels the Fae magnetism of his soulmate in her. Problem is; she’s in love with someone else.

Will Jaden fulfill his orders to kill Kindise and get his name removed from the list, or will his secret be exposed and betray the friendship he has with Sori? Does Sori help Kindise find her lover, or will a love between them have a chance to flourish before a fatal
attraction and a determined captor rip their love asunder? Will Kindise find true love or will betrayals at every turn crush the fight out of her? Can she find her inner strengths to keep fighting and lead The Freedom Fighters to defeat the Dirt Dweller elites, once and for all?

1af65-7b92e-210f2-add-to-goodreads-button3 Reviewers say:

“I loved this book that much that I read it twice. As with all Houston’s stories this book is like a good wine it matures and gets better as you read it.” – Bookworm

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This book is fantastic. This is meant to be a 7 book series, and each book introduces a menage relationship that appears to play a significant role in the conflicts between the Dirt Dwellers and the Airbornes. Each book has a dedicated storyline that does not leave the reader feeling like that just read a chapter with a big cliffhanger….This series is more like an ongoing saga leading up to what I hope will be an epic conclusion. I cannot wait to see what happens next. – Rhonda

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Once again Havens returns with readers to her futuristic world, full of adventure and a dash of chaos….The love triangle that Havens has created here was not only believable, but also completely captivating. I enjoyed how the different personalities played off of one another and complemented each other.-  Jonel

 

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She found him to be more tempting than the fruit but she wasn’t about to let that little secret out. A part of her felt guilty for thinking the way she was. After all, she was in love with Lytell, wasn’t she? Of course she was! She wouldn’t have come all this way at the risk of her safety if she wasn’t. She didn’t care what Tessla said on the flight down here about her longing to find Lytell only because he gave her things she never had and doused her with male attention. “Oh, is it real?”

“From Sori’s own hydro-garden. Want a bite?”

“Yes.” When she was close enough to reach for it, he teasingly pulled it back. She looked up into his twinkling eyes and her stomach fluttered. Damn it. I didn’t have this kind of reaction with Talut. Well…he never teased. But still…I love Lytell, so why all the unsettling emotions with Jaden?

“I’ll give you a taste if you tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

He stepped into her personal space holding out the berry. Her breaths quickened as she reached for it again, but instead of getting the sweet fruit, she inadvertently grabbed his fingers. Every cell in her body ignited at the connection, forcing her to back up several steps. She should have retreated because of the invasion of her space, but she hadn’t, she did it out of fear of the unexpected attraction she was experiencing.

His deep voice was nearly a whisper and dripped with seductiveness. “Tell me what the draw was to Lytell?”

She held her hand up like a shield to stop any future advancement on her space, though he hadn’t made another move toward her.

“Not was, Jaden. Is.” She tilted her chin up feeling that timeworn need to defend her lover–again.

“He’s highly intelligent, interesting, and confident.”

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Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_IntimateBetrayalerotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs. Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at http://houstonhavens.com

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American Woman by Joanne Sexton {@JoWritesRomance} #Giveaway #FF #Romance

American_Woman_by_Joanne_Sexton_200Contemporary G/G Romance
Date Published: June 17, 2015

blurbRock chicks are more complicated than they look, especially when one is becoming her destiny, the other following a classical career, and the third wheel the steaming hot lead singer of the new big thing. Scarred hearts bleed pain when the pulse of love blurs to jealousy and rage. Between family, ex-lovers, and their own clashing issues, this complicated love triangle becomes a tangled mess, leaving the shy and the reckless reeling. The future is bleak, they’re isolated and misunderstood, and pride ruins passion.

Drunken mistakes haunt Molly and Justine; their spiral into misery riveting. Strumming emotions more than guitar strings, the dynamic Justine, Tessa, and Molly, will keep you on tenterhooks of suspense in this lady-on-lady romance.

excerptA wooden three-seater swing sits against the wall, my guitar propped beside it. Perhaps scribbling music and lyrics for my acoustic treasure will soothe me. Melancholy and bliss, the two ends of the emotional spectrum provide the best fodder for song. One of them is on the menu this evening.

Grabbing lined music paper and a pencil I go and sit, swinging for a bit, waiting for my muse. A chord forms in my mind so I pick up my classical guitar and strum. As the tune comes to me I hum it as I write out the notes. After the second play through the words shape with the music.

I sing out the blues for the third and final time. I have written better, and of course much worse, but it heals, it helps. Goodbye to you, Alexander. I try to recall the happier times, the beginning and the memories sit far in my mind, out of reach. Retrieving the folder containing my scribbled songs from the ground beside me, I shuffle through. If I play a song I wrote back then, when Alex became my world, maybe the lost hope could be restored. Simply called ‘Alexander’, the song emanated all the passion and thrills of new love I’ve forgotten how to feel.

As I sing I visualise his cupid’s bow mouth and ruffled hair. The sexy way jeans hug his hips, the smile which produces a dimple in one cheek, and his cleft chin. Lust without love crams my empty chest. A thudding heart produces the desire I didn’t experience when his urgent hands initiated his quick release. My well-timed moans and feigned interest helped him along. How is it the thought of sex with him produced fire in my loins, when the action could not?

Putting down my guitar I place the new song into the folder before throwing it to the floor. The wind blows at the blinds surrounding me, producing a light thud.

Laying back on the swing I allow the rocking and steady lull of the wind to relax my lust filled senses. I will miss him, I know this much at least.
Alex could be thoughtful when he made the effort. His humour will be hard to forget. His teasing and quick wit will be what I shall miss most. Will he protest when I ask him to leave, or accept the inevitable? We both can’t go on denying that the fun, the fire, the love has faded.

Arguments and heated battles form the majority of our communication. Discontent over each others faults overshadow the spark of infatuation. We rarely share anything, our interests segregated. His love of sports, and mine of stillness and music, collide. Opposites no longer attract. Relief and sadness wage a war inside me.

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Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has joanne_sextonbeen an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

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Phantom Desire (Psychic Menage #2) by @HoustonHavens #Excerpt #erotic #romance #dystopian #futuristic

HOSUTON HAVENS-PHANTOM DESIRE_KDP_COVERPhantom Desire (Psychic Menage #2)

Houston Havens

A multi-genre story: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Light BDSM, and Psychics.

Release Date: Sept 1, 2014

ISBN: 978-1500952563

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My review for Book 1 in this series, Sinful Surrender can be found here: https://alliwantandmorebooks.wordpress.com/2014/06/19/review-sinful-surrender-by-houstonhavens/

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Mind traveler Chandra Lamar is on the run, not only from her post-catastrophic dystopian government but from a past she can’t remember. Will Chandra go through with the vengeance in her heart or give it up for love in the arms of the Nodin men or does her Phantom Desire forever own her heart?

blurbMind traveler Chandra Lamar is on the run, not only from her post-catastrophic dystopian government but from a past she can’t remember. A psychic vision pushes her to recall her purpose for being, but it’s a ghost that awakens her desires for a life she fears she’ll never have. Both push her to remember the past because it threatens what she wants in the now; the Nodin men.

Andonis Nodin battles to accept his failures. The heavy burden nearly breaks him when he can’t save a loved one from the grim reaper’s grip and questions his desire for Chandra, the woman he blames for the death around him.

Nikias finds true love with Chandra in his arms, but is desperate to stop her from seeking revenge on a mission he knows is a one way trip.

Ortello knows for them to recapture the love they once felt for each other, he must be willing to let her go. But overcoming his obsession to make Chandra his and his alone isn’t easy.

Will Chandra go through with the vengeance in her heart or give it up for love? Who is the powerful woman in her haunting visions and will those revealing apparitions crumble her world with the Nodin clan? Does Chandra find true love in the arms of the Nodin men or does her Phantom Desire forever own her heart?

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excerptErotic: Chandra

She’d developed a liking for spanking when she was sixteen. By chance she’d gotten in trouble at the Mind Traveling School for making a travel without permission of the location and was taken to task by the faculty head. He happened to be a very distinguished looking man but sexually deprived like most Dirt Dwellers.

The moment she entered his office he demanded she bend over and slowly remove her underwear. He positioned himself so he could see her exposed pussy. In that moment of brief eye contact between them she felt the power she had over him. She wasn’t the victim, he was, and that changed the experience for her.

To this day she could remember how he squirmed when she separated her legs, bent over, and shifted her weight from side to side making his hungry stare sway with her ass movement. When he demanded she lay across his lap, she purposely raised her skirt so his hand would meet her flesh. She did it to weaken and torture him further. At first her purpose was to get back at him for punishing her for something so simple. On subsequent times, she did it to get rid of her own sexual frustrations. The day he came looking for her with some made-up charge against her was the day she knew he was at her command. By confession, she decided how many times he’d swat her rump and if she’d let him get an erection or not before she promised to be good.

Because everything was monitored, the faculty head never dared stroke her pussy, but he sure did a lot of touching, bumping and resting of his hand over that area while scolding her.

She ended up getting into trouble a lot, and it was the reason she wasn’t promoted like Fay had been. Unknown to her at the time, to cover his ass the bastard had filed bogus reports of her disobedience so those watching couldn’t charge him with unlawful sexual stimulus.

“Go on. Ask me.” Andonis’ voice drew her back from her memories.

She just didn’t have to guts to say it. They’d think she was mentally sick. After all Andonis already used a soft whip on her breasts and nipples, if she requested more punishing behavior Nikias was sure to think she was a freak. Andonis, well, he was like the faculty head, he was getting off on it just as she was. Her gut told her he was very much like Ortello. Andonis instinctively knew she liked the wild passion of tempestuous sex. Even now, the devilish twinkle of comprehension in his eyes told her he knew she was looking for a strong outlet like a spanking to get her off at the highest level.

Without pushing her to voice it, Andonis handed his brother a knife. “Cut her loose. Cut only the green and blue ropes. Leave the red bindings on her.”

Nikias released her restraints and removed the spreader bar before bringing her over to where Andonis sat in a high-back chair, stroking his cock.

“Put her on her hands and knees, three feet in front of me.”

Nikias placed his hand on her shoulder. She followed his silent commands until she was stationed on all fours with Nikias standing behind her. Her limbs shook with anticipation.

“Does this position excite you?”

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bioHouston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.

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Spotlight and #Giveaway: Lost Wages of Sin by @RosalieStanton #bewitchingbooktours

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Image1Lost Wages of Sin

Sinners and Saints

Book 1

Rosalie Stanton

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

Date of Publication: June 13, 2014

ISBN: 9781784300487

ASIN: Not yet available

Number of pages: 260

                                                           Word Count: 91k

 

Book Description:

Working for Lucifer is the best job in the universe, until the day it’s not. Then you’re on your own, with Hell at your heels.

Ava, Sin of Greed, has had a rough week. The angel she planned to make a life with left her with nothing but a Dear Jane letter. Even worse, Lucifer believes she spilled Hell’s secrets to her ex, and her boss’s temper is notoriously apocalyptic.

For centuries, Dante kept his feelings for Ava under lock-and-key. The one time he pursued something more, he nearly lost her for good. Lesson learned. However, when he hears of her planned elopement, all bets are off. Not having Ava was a reality he could accept. Losing her to an angel is something else entirely.

Now, Ava, once Hell’s golden child, is fleeing for her life. When her old friend Dante shows up, her first instinct is to send him packing. But Dante is more than a friend—he’s the only other man who tempted her, and his fierce loyalty challenges everything she thought she knew about him. As Ava prepares to battle the devil himself, she can’t keep from getting closer to Dante…though she doubts her heart can survive another break.

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Someone thumped her on the shoulder and sent her spiraling out of her thoughts. A jolt rushed through her body and everything went on autopilot. Ava jumped to her feet, formed a fist, and landed a blind punch in less than three seconds. It took another ten seconds for her scattered mind to piece together what had just occurred, and by then she was staring into an all-too familiar pair of crystal blue eyes.

Ava blinked. Hard. “Dante?”

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, cradling his nose and scowling at her. “What’d you do that for?”

“What the hell were you sneaking up on me for?”

“I didn’t sneak!”

Ava looked around, then waved a hand. “This is a graveyard, Dante. In the middle of the night in Nowheresville. You don’t just…I dunno, touch someone. You let someone know you’re there.”

“And here I thought getting your attention would do that just fine.”

“Not like that!”

“Next time I’ll read the fucking rule book.” Dante dropped his hands and sniffed. A small fleck of blood colored the space between his nose and lips, but other than looking a little swollen, he seemed otherwise undamaged. “If this is the way you greet your friends, it’s no small wonder the whole of Hades is after your sorry ass.”

Ava’s shoulders dropped and she rolled her head back, a long groan riding off her lips. “You know about that?”

“What other reason would I have to be… Where the fuck are we?”

“Mississippi.”

Dante offered a dramatic sigh, though something in his eyes told her he’d only asked for show. Even at his drunkest, he wasn’t the sort to forget what state he was in.

“Mississippi,” he muttered. “So that’s what that smell is.”

On the other hand… Ava straightened her spine and arched an eyebrow at him. “So…what? You come out here to make fun of the locals?”

“No,” he replied coolly, wiping the stray speck of blood off his otherwise pale, pristine skin. “I came here for you.”

Everything in her stilled. Though she’d heard him the first time, the words had a way of really sinking in upon repetition. As though it took a time delay for her to realize there was no reason aside from her current problem that Dante should be out here with her—or here at all. He wasn’t the sort of guy to crash in antebellum tourist traps.

“You came here for me,” she echoed. “Why?”

He shrugged a shoulder, his face blanking the way it did when he wanted to appear blasé. “Why not?”

“Come on.”

“Thought you could use a friend.”

Ava stared at him a moment longer, then sighed heavily and tore her gaze to the ground. Yeah, she supposed she could use a friend. Or a whole army of them. And though Dante wasn’t the first person she would have called, she couldn’t deny she was happy to see him.

Not that his presence answered her questions. If anything, he added to the pile.

“I take it Merle gave you the message,” she murmured. “About…”

“The angel?” One perfect eyebrow arched. Actually, there wasn’t much about Dante that wasn’t perfect. Physically, at least. One of his most annoying qualities also happened to be his most prized. There was nothing worse than a man who knew just how damn good he looked.

Truly, Dante had always seemed a bit too perfect when it came to the male form. He was only a few inches taller than she and had a body built for debauchery, complete with strong arms and a marble-carved chest. Tonight, he was wrapped in a snug pair of jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved navy tee, which made his pale skin seem paler. His hair was coal black and his eyes sparkled blue. Ava had always loved his eyes.

And thinking about his perfect eyes right now on the cusp of a broken heart while all of Hell nipped her heels was probably the last in a very long line of bad ideas. At once she felt overtly vulnerable, exposed. Standing in a strange town under strange circumstances with him, her oldest friend, seeming one part savior and one part…pissed.

Nothing in her world made sense right now. Dante had just muddied things up even more.

“Yeah,” she said when she remembered to speak. “The angel. Merle told you.”

Dante nodded solemnly. “That was the plan, right?”

Ava released a shaky breath, her mind spinning so fast it was a small wonder she remained standing. Looking at Dante now with everything that had happened in the past week still heavy on her heart, with the uncertainty of her future, took her suddenly oddly-shaped world and turned it on its head. She felt like she was living in the funhouse mirror version of her reality. Sebastian, then the Binsfeld Six, and now her vampire.

At some point she had to wake up.

“What are you doing here?” she asked again. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“Not much,” he admitted, stepping forward.

There was something guarded in his gaze, and so help her if she started analyzing every little look from Dante, she would lose her mind. Trying to figure out what he was doing here was work enough.

“Not much.”

He nodded. “Just that you were out here. And you could use a friend.”

This admission did little to answer her questions. Her friendship with Dante was not a secret, by any means, yet she couldn’t speculate as to why anyone right now would decide to throw her a lifeline. Being alone certainly hadn’t done much for her…yet there was a good reason she hadn’t gone to Dante in the first place.

Dante was the kind of friend who was there for the good times and gone for the bad. At least in her experience. If he had any idea what was really going on, he’d make tracks. The large, cartoonish kind.

But Dante didn’t know. Hell, he didn’t even know what she was. His knowledge beyond his own kind was rather limited, and while his experience with others of Lilith’s children left him with a relatively grounded understanding of how the world worked, certain things—like Hell and all its residents—remained more or less relegated to the realm of other. He was aware Hell existed, sure, and had figured her for a demon early in their relationship, but otherwise boasted little knowledge of Lucifer or the pit beyond what was assumed through myth.

Seven centuries and he had no idea she was part of that myth. She’d never mentioned it, and he likely hadn’t thought to ask. His perception of her role had been established on the legs of their meeting, which, as it was, had been entirely accidental. It just so happened she didn’t like watching anyone, demon or otherwise, suffer at the hands of holy men, and in saving Dante’s life all those years ago, she’d earned a permanent ally.

Well, until now. Her own brand of permanence was about to run out, and of course Dante wouldn’t know why. If she explained the significance of what had occurred with Sebastian, and how limited her future was, he would be gone. She wouldn’t know to miss him.

Still, she owed him explanations. Dante was the one loose end she had—the only one who wouldn’t know why she was gone when Lucifer finally came to collect her life. Her siblings knew what was coming. Dante was the last person to whom to pay her regards.

Perhaps that was why someone had sent him to her. So she could do right by her one earthly friend and say goodbye.

“I could,” Ava admitted softly. “Use a friend. I’m glad you’re here.”

A shadow crossed Dante’s face. “That’s not good.”

She frowned. “What? That I’m glad you’re here?”

“Yeah. You’re never glad I’m near these days.” He laughed shortly. “You must really be into some deep shit.”

“You have no idea.”

“All this over an angel.”

The corner of Ava’s mouth pulled into a grin, and for a moment she felt somewhat like her old self. “More or less.”

“An angel, Ava. For fuck’s sake, what happened to your dignity?”

“Where were you three weeks ago?”

“I dunno, but if I’d known you were gonna be falling for one of those winged assholes, you’d better believe I’d have dropped everything to beat some sense into you.”

She snickered. “Like you could take me.”

“You never give me the chance to try,” he retorted, his eyes gleaming.

“Your ego is too fragile to handle getting your ass handed to you by a girl.”

“So you’ve told me. And told me. And told me. You know what they say about words and actions, don’t you, love?”

A small thrill raced down her spine, her insides igniting with heat and a rush of good old-fashioned nostalgia. “Wanna grab a beer?” she asked. “Or, you know, a burger? I don’t think I’ve eaten in a week.” She paused, then waved at him. “You can consider it the last meal of a condemned man.”

“‘Cause you’re gonna kick my ass, right?”

“That’s the plan.”

Dante grinned ear-to-ear. “Thought you’d never ask.”

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About the Author:

Rosalie Stanton is a multi-published erotic romance author, with emphasis in paranormal and urban fantasy. A lifelong enthusiast of larger Image2than life characters, Rosalie enjoys building worlds filled with strong heroes and heroines of all backgrounds.

Rosalie lives in Missouri with her husband. At an early age, she discovered a talent for creating worlds, which evolved into a love of words and storytelling. Rosalie graduated with a degree in English. As the granddaughter of an evangelical minister, Rosalie applied herself equally in school in the creative writing and religious studies departments, which had an interesting impact on her writing. When her attention is not engaged by writing or editing, she enjoys spending time with close friends and family.

Rosalie is represented by Tish Beaty at the L. Perkins Agency

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Cherry Mischievous

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Victoria Milne Professional Editing

Self-publish with confidence

Lillie J. Roberts

Author of Paranormal Romance

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