Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Hot stuff on the blog with a new release #menage from @Maiadylanauthor and @evernightpub


There is always a risk of being burned when you dance with fire…

Lucabella Strand is tired of waiting for the Firestone playboys to honor her request for a meeting. Raising rents, and hiring a musclebound douche-bag as a building manager to threaten and torment them is not how reasonable landlords treat their tenants. 

Zac and Hayden Firestone have no idea they even own a residential building, and when Bella accuses them of unfair treatment they immediately deny it. Until she shows them her proof.  She leaves both men reeling, but believing that she might be the one meant for them. Seeing her for the second time leaves them in shock.

A misunderstanding and a hidden secret quickly come between them, and finding a way back together proves difficult.  Will taking a chance and dancing with fire lead Bella to a future she had never thought she’d have, or will she be burned by love and left alone?

**Be aware erotic romance, MFM, Contemporary, anal sex, menage romance


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“Fine, I’ll tell you and risk the swelled heads I know it is going to give you both. This past week has been fantastic, and I love that we are getting to know each other slowly. But you have to know that the two of you are pretty potent in the arousal building department, and I have learned that I turn into quite the potty mouth when I am sexually frustrated.”

Zac leaned in with a growl and placed an open mouthed kiss on her neck. “Damn, that is good to hear. I go home every damn night harder than I have ever been, and have to take matters into my own hands, if you catch my drift.”

Bella gasped, her heart rate speeding up.

Hayden growled as he leaned in and pressed a similar kiss on the opposite side of her neck. Bella moaned and dropped her head back, immediately granting them both better access. “Fuck, Bella. Beautiful, beautiful Bella. It’s not our heads that are swelling at your admission.” He reached down and gently took her hand, tugging it gently and placing it in his lap.

“Oh, God,” Bella moaned at the feel of his erection behind the zipper of his suit pants. She squeezed him in her hands, eliciting a groan of approval from Hayden, and wanting to hear Zac, she reached over with her free hand to do the same to him.

“Fuck,” Zac growled against her skin before she felt his teeth pressing gently on either side of the tendon that ran down the side of her neck.

“Baby, we have been giving you time, and if you need more, then we will stop everything right now and back off.” Hayden’s voice was thick with arousal.

Before she could change her mind, or get so lost in them both she ended up naked with them on her damn couch, she pushed to stand up in front of them. The looks of disappointment that filled their expressions morphed quickly to understanding, and Bella felt the last part of her heart, the tiny part she had been holding back from the two of them, become theirs. She was in love with them both.


She held out a hand to each of them. “My bed is not big. It’s only a queen size. But I think among the three of us we can find a way to make it work.”
Author bio:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Friday, December 2, 2016

For upcoming #MMromance #suspense 'Wren and Deverel' #coverreveal @EncompassInk

Wren and Deverel
Genre: MM romance (friends to lovers), erotic MM romance, detective story, mystery, suspense
Words: 42,881 
Lucian Wren and Beau Deverel have always been friends. They think they know everything about each other, but they both hide a secret desire. They’re devoted to each other, but they’ve never revealed the depth of their feelings.
When Lucian starts a private investigation service, and Beau joins him in the fledgling agency, little do they know what a delicious, close encounter on their first case will lead to.
This case is bizarre. Is there a hidden reason the client has chosen their newly formed agency for such an important job?
As Beau and Lucian dive headlong into the mystery, their relationship deepens, and their friendship changes forever.

Erotic, romantic—a friends to lovers, gay mystery, romance.
Releasing on kindle from Encompass Ink December 10

Read a Snippet
Lucian’s gaze traced the planes of Beau’s face. He lingered soaking up the sight of Beau’s enticing lips, and then looked quickly back into Beau’s attractive green eyes. “Sure, but I did work with that PI in Salem during vacations, remember? Hey, Beau, it’ll be easy for you. A couple of week’s solid work and you’ll be licensed. What are you worried about?”

Beau smiled and leaned close. “Now you ask, since you believe in me, not a thing.”

Lucian’s heart flipped. Sometimes, when Beau was near, Lucian had to drive down an urgent need to kiss him. Lucian couldn’t even imagine what would happen if Beau discovered how he felt. He preferred not to dwell on the possible answers. He moved back from Beau’s proximity. “That’s okay then.” Lucian slipped away, and walked to the window of his study, set up in the second bedroom of his waterfront floating home. He opened the glazed door and stepped out onto the rain-drenched balcony.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink December 10 release

Thursday, December 1, 2016

If you love #MMromance with a dash of #suspense Read a Chapter release day blog from The Candy Apple Stories @EncompassInk

From Hawk v Falcon

Chapter Three

“You’re late.” Jack Whitaker brought Chris his clean shorts and robe.
Chris tugged open his locker in the fighters’ dressing and shower room. “I know. My shift at the Candy Apple was supposed to end at midnight, but it didn’t.” He grinned and continued. “It’s just the show round anyway, huh? This week’s flown by.”
Jack ran the downtown fight club. Tuesday and Friday nights, after midnight, he held what he called cabaret spots. Amongst the long-term fighters were those Jack labeled his show ponies, and they would appear only once a month in the main cage, and the rest of the time put on a display. Chris Falconer aka the Falcon was a favorite among the crowd who hung around for a last drink, and to wind down from the high they’d got as they watched the bloody bouts of cage fights earlier in the night.
At midnight, the club closed the main doors, and punters who stayed for the cabarets headed into the more opulent second room, where the bar stayed open and the fight was all show.
Chris dragged off his work clothes and donned the satiny shorts Jack handed him. He pulled on the grey leather hood, shaped to portray a falcon’s head, and adjusted the beak, laughing as he checked the look in the long mirror over the row of hand basins. His mirth at the hood brought a grin from Jack.
“Hurry up.” Jack left Chris to put on his boxing shoes and pull on the gel injected fingerless gloves that they used in the cabaret.
Chris shrugged on his robe. Screen printed onto the silk was a flying falcon, its wings reaching across his shoulders. He jogged through the tunnel that led to the special bar. The exit brought him into the cage there. Already the other fighter stood alternately preening and dancing for the crowd on the far side of the circular enclosure.
The crowd applauded and called out as Chris spun around and discarded his robe to the waiting attendant. He hadn’t warmed-up and he quickly did a few moves designed to alleviate that.
His opponent turned.
Chris gave him a little bow and then approached.
Their fight wouldn’t be real, but all the same it would be strenuous and the falls could still wind them.
Chris hadn’t seen the fighter who charged toward him before. The outfit and the hood portrayed a red devil. Chris frowned under his own hood as the fighter jabbed with force at his throat. He avoided the punch and grabbed the arm, using the other fighter’s momentum to pull him over his shoulder and drop him to the canvas. Chris jumped back to let the Red Devil stand, but the other fighter spun on his back like a huge beetle and lunged at Chris’s ankle trying to grip it in his gloved hand.
Chris laughed as he bent and caught the hand. He made the move a joke, pulling the fighter up and shaking his hand. The crowd laughed and applauded. Chris leapt back, spun, and kicked the fighter in the shoulder. He modified the force in his kick so that instead of downing the man in pain, the kick would only make the other fighter stagger. This was the kind of show they were supposed to put on.
The Red Devil let out a roar that reached Chris through his hood and over the appreciative calls of the crowd.
A smile spread over Chris’s face at what he thought was a show for the audience from the Red Devil, but it was short-lived as his opponent barreled at him, grabbed his waist, and took him backwards onto the canvas, where the devil began pounding Chris about the face with real blows as he straddled Chris’s body. Shock stopped Chris from fighting back for a few seconds. The devil’s really fighting—okay—watch out, buddy.
Chris grabbed the devil by the wrists and using his legs to unsettle the devil’s seat across his body, Chris reversed their positions in seconds. He held the fighter’s hands above the red horned hood and leaned over to speak.
“What the fuck is going on? This is supposed to be a show bout, but it seems as if you want a real fight. That’s kinda against the rules, plus I don’t want to hurt you.”
The Red Devil bucked and struggled, but Chris had more muscle, experience, and was intent on keeping the other fighter down.
The crowd cheered. A few stood as they applauded.
The only reply the Red Devil gave was a loud hiss.
Puzzled, Chris let him up. He hopped to the far side of the cage and gave a little bow to the audience, but against all show bout expectations, the Red Devil ran at Chris, thrust him against the net, and began punching Chris in the kidneys. His breath left him, and he shook his head amazed at the force of the blows the devil bestowed on him. Resigned to having to dispense with his opponent, Chris ducked, twirled low, kicked the devil in the side, and then punched him hard in the jaw. Chris felt the punch in his knuckles through the gel gloves and shook out the pain as he moved back from the Red Devil, who fell dazed to the floor. Chris took a deep breath resigned to the fact that he’d had to hit the guy properly, as he saw a trickle of blood escape from the side of the Red Devil’s mouth.
Chris walked swiftly to the exit where the attendants waited. Jack arrived there at the same time as Chris. “Jack, this is over. I could hurt this guy if he keeps going. I’m bigger and I can feel his inexperience. What the fuck is going on?” Chris’s voice cracked slightly as he caught his breath.
Jack’s expression mirrored Chris’s puzzlement. “I have no idea. Can you stay in the ring? I’ll bring Tusk for a few Martial art moves.” He didn’t wait for Chris to answer and sent the two attendants to bundle the Red Devil from the cage.
Chris shifted from the exit to let them pass. He gave a short nod to Jack. “Four show moves only. I’m just a little pissed off right now.”
Jack followed the parade made up of the attendants and the Red Devil down the tunnel.
Chris gave a victory lap around the edge of the cage, but couldn’t shake the unease at the strange way the Red Devil had seemed to make the show fight personal.
The crowd alerted him to the entrance of Tusk, a fighter who adorned his hood with a replica Rhino horn, fortunately made of compressed rubber so that it felt like sponge. Chris twirled around. He knew Tusk, whose real name was Gabriel, and enjoyed their displays when they met in the cage.
He met Tusk in the center of the ring and bowed in response to his new opponent’s bow.
Then they entered the display battle. They posed and struck lightly. They flew through the air and landed elegantly to gesture at each other to bring more, to strike.
Chris gave Tusk a soft landing as he threw the fighter over his shoulder.
Tusk leapt up into a Martial arts stance and with a dart kicked Chris over. Chris felt only a muffled thud as Tusk’s foot tapped his torso. He squatted and somersaulted backwards landing in the pose the experienced fighters gave each other to end the show bouts.
After a few seconds, with the applause from the crowd waning, Chris stood and met Tusk to join him in a bow before they exited the cage.
Tusk pulled off his hood as they walked side by side along the tunnel to the dressing rooms. “What’s up with the Red Devil? Jack’s taken him to the office with one of the bouncers and that usually means trouble.”
Chris unfastened his falcon hood and took it off. He cast a glance at Tusk.
“I have no fucking idea, Gabriel—unless maybe he thought the fight was real, but even when I reminded him it was a show bout, he kept at me. In the end, I had to give him a punch to stop the fight.”
They reached the dressing rooms.
Gabriel gave Chris a pat on the back. “You did the right thing. He was out of order.”
They fell silent, undressed, showered, and met again in the main part of the room to put on their street clothes.
“I’m going to find Jack. I’ll see you later, Gabe.”
Gabriel looked up from pulling on his boot. “Sure, see you later.”
Chris considered what had happened in the cage as he took the stairs to Jack’s office situated in the basement. He knocked on the bubbled glass of the door that faced the bottom step.
Jack opened the door after a moment.
“Chris, I guessed you’d come to see me. Sorry about the Red Devil. He’s new to the cabaret, but he has fought every week for about two months in the other cage and I thought he’d be a colorful addition to the show fights, you know, what with his horned hood ... I should have let you know about the change...” Jack shrugged and led Chris down the corridor to the three rooms that made up the office suite.
“I had to give him a real thump to stop him. Is he hurt? What’s his excuse?”
Jack waved at a chair by the side of his desk. “Have a seat. He wouldn’t talk. I fired him. He seemed okay. The medic checked him out. He wasn’t knocked unconscious—just saw a few stars I reckon.”
“You fired him ... I hope he wasn’t dependent on the work.”
Jack shook his head to emphasize his words. “See, I couldn’t have him doing what he did and then not giving an explanation. If he’d said he forgot the rules, lame as that excuse would have been I might not have fired his ass, but not saying a word ... sitting there clammed up isn’t any way to act. Look, what if it wasn’t you he’d gone for? What if it was a lighter, less muscled, or less experienced guy, and the whole bout became carnage? Nah, he had to go.”
Chris stared at Jack. “The usual cage fights are real. People get hurt—you award prize money. You even have a punters’ challenge bare-knuckle bout Saturday afternoons. I’m surprised you didn’t just keep him on for those. Hey, did he come with the devil hood?” Chris suddenly wondered if the fighter had worked elsewhere. The devil wasn’t completely inexperienced.
Jack stood and walked over to the coffee maker that stood on a file cabinet to one side of the room. He took two mugs from one of the file cabinet drawers. “Coffee, Chris? Yeah he already had the hood and the name. He had references from a Boston club.” He looked at Chris for an answer holding the coffee pot poised above one of the mugs.
Chris nodded. “Yes please. That’s interesting. I suppose you called the club.”
Jack brought the coffees to the desk. He placed a mug in front of Chris. “I did, and they were full of praise.”
Chris took a sip of the coffee. “Then I have no idea what happened.”
Jack pursed his lips in thought. After a few moments, he appeared to give up on the situation. “Well, it’s over. Let’s discuss the next couple of week’s fights and who goes up against who.” He flicked the mouse on the pad adorned with a picture of Spiderman and glanced at the computer screen on the desk. He grimaced and searched amongst the few folders and an empty packet of chips on one side of the desk, finding a pair of glasses. He put them on, and looked back at the screen.
“No unexpected changes this time. I’ve got you pitted against Hulk and Scorpion in the Tuesday show bouts, and Friday the show bout will be you and Hawk. I’m advertising that heavily, Hawk v Falcon, yeah, that will excite the punters. Then in the second week you’re due in the usual cage for a freestyle-wrestling bout with a ‘contender yet to be named,’ you know the usual thing—one of our guys pretending to be from the floor. There are no show bouts in the second week, so only one night’s work for the week. How’s that?”
Chris drank his coffee quietly. He had no idea why Jack consulted him in advance, not always, but more often than not. Jack didn’t do it with anyone else. Jack usually emailed the information out every two weeks, and Chris received the email, too. Sometimes he thought Jack viewed him as a friend or maybe a son. Right then Chris thought it definitely was the latter as Jack looked up at him and smiled.
“I enjoy our talks, son.”
Chris returned the smile. He knew Jack’s wife had died of cancer three years ago and there were no kids as far as Chris was aware.
Chris sighed inwardly. He knew what it was like to be lonely. It didn’t matter how much times had changed. He found it hard to meet a guy he could love and have that love returned. In fact, Chris had about given up looking. Sex was easy. He could get that in a heartbeat if he went out to one of the gay bars around town, but in the last year, it had become hollow. He watched couples dance together and wished he had someone who knew him, laughed with him, was in his bed at night waiting to hold him close. It was painful. Chris drifted in his thoughts. Charlie was right. Why was he alone? Why didn’t any of the guys he’d screwed want more than that, hurrying away the next day or even in the night after sex. I maybe give off some kind of impermanence signals.
Jack’s voice broke through the fog of thoughts. “I’d better get back upstairs, Chris. Marty will be wondering if I’ve fallen down a hole.”
Marty was the assistant fight manager. He’d be up there in the bar where another show bout would be underway. Chris nodded. “Sure, Jack. Thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you Tuesday night. Since it’s me and Gabriel again, I hope the audience doesn’t get bored.”
Jack laughed aloud. “You’re kidding. Have you ever cast a glance over the women in the audience? They can’t take their eyes off you. That’s why I’m advertising the Hawk v Falcon so much. The ladies will be queued around the block. Two hot bodies to fantasize about...” He laughed again as he stood.
Chris stood too, and followed him from the office. They ascended the stairs together, but at the top, Jack split off to go to the bar where the cage fight could be heard bringing applause from the audience, and Chris left by the back door to go home.
As he unlocked his car door, he remembered he’d not asked Jack for the Red Devil’s real name. Chris made a mental note to find that out because maybe he knew the guy, maybe it was someone he’d thrown out of the Candy Apple who was after revenge. Which is kinda dramatic, but you never know. Chris sat in his flame red Wrangler and stared out at the sky as he considered this. A pale half-moon appeared as clouds scudded away in the wind.
Across the parking lot, the Red Devil, devoid of hood, and sitting in his sleek gray Pontiac GTO watched Chris. I’m not finished with you, Falcon. Not by a long way.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 , Encompass Ink, All rights are Reserved


These two full-length stories are now combined in one book for your enjoyment. They are available as single stories, so please check if you have bought them as such.
Love Unmasked
Handsome Tom Wells sets lonely Scott Palmer’s heart racing as he watches Tom come and go from his apartment across the street. Scott longs to meet Tom, and when he scores a new job delivering goods for a local distributor, fate hands him the opportunity.
Tom works in a nightclub—the Candy Apple, and in the sultry environs, a masked stranger seduces Tom. The seeds of passion are sown, but just who has ignited Tom’s passion?
Scott’s longing to know Tom leads him to join the elite nightclub. On his first visit, the club holds a masquerade event.
Who is kissing who? Who’s under the black velvet mask?
An erotic MM romance, with a twist and HEA.

Hawk v Falcon
When Chris Falconer receives an email from his lost high school friend, Justin, ten years after he last saw him, Chris is overjoyed. The two boys had shared kisses and sworn love for each other, but before their love could be tested, Justin’s mother abruptly took Justin out of school, and they disappeared.
Multi-talented and handsome Chris is a cage fighter at Jack’s Clubhouse, and the Dungeon Master in the Candy Apple club. He writes a column for a fitness blog and keeps himself busy, but deep down he’s never forgotten Justin—turns out Justin has never forgotten Chris either.
On a modeling assignment in New York, Justin sees Chris in a café and can’t help contacting him, but his ex, Todd, who doesn’t want Justin but doesn’t want Chris to have him either, has plans to throw their reunion into disarray.
So begins a love story full of emotion. Will Todd succeed? Or this time, will Justin and Chris have the happy ending and delicious love they deserve?
A second chance gay romance with a touch of suspense
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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

New #eroticromance from @AlexaSinclaire and @evernightpub Read an excerpt

Title: Into the Woods 
Series Title: Lust in the Woods #2 
Author: Alexa Sinclaire 
Publisher: Evernight Publishing 
Release Date: November 17th, 2016 
Genre: M/F Erotic Romance


I’m not supposed to sleep with my employees. But how about fall in love with them? I’ve loved Charlie Alford since the day I met her. Now she’s leaving and I’ve only got once chance to get her to see we’re meant for each other, one chance to get past her walls and show her how great we’d be together. My method might be unconventional but it’s a shot I’m willing to take. In the end, she’ll love me. And if she doesn’t, I know she’ll definitely hate me. CHARLIE Ford Gross is the one man in my life that hasn’t tried to get into my panties. Of course he’s the only man I’ve truly wanted. My whole life I’ve been reminded over and over again how little I’m worth and the message has stuck. With Ford, it’s different. I’m different. But one night with Ford changes everything. He’s making me an offer I can’t refuse. But if I accept it means I’ll become everything I’ve always avoided and he’ll join the ranks of men that have used me and thrown me away.

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Stepping into the main living area was stepping into a movie set. The place was a mix of quaint mountain cabin meets modern minimalist man-cave. This was not the Ford I knew. But I guess I didn’t know him that well.

“I’m going to make us something to drink. Something with chocolate. That always makes women happy,” he half-mumbled to himself as he headed towards the open-plan kitchen. “Have a look around and I’ll be right with you.”

The large dark leather sectional couches faced a television that could pass as a movie screen. Ford obviously liked hanging out. As far as I knew, he wasn’t social though. I pictured him sitting alone on one of his huge, comfy looking couches, watching a movie. Alone. And it made me sad. Although who was I to judge? My one and only friend, Katy, have left for Paris and most of my weekends were now spent working on my business plan and watching The West Wing.

Moving on, I spied a pair of French doors leading off from the living room out onto an enormous deck. The sound of Ford making hot cocoa filtered my way and I thought about offering to help. After making coffee for other people all day, the last thing I wanted to do was make another hot beverage, and anyway, the deck was calling me. Unlocking the doors, I walked out onto what was basically a deck the size of the house. It extended into the woods and he hadn’t cut the trees down near the back, making it feel enclosed, the dark woods looming up around me. It should have been creepy and daunting. But the overall impression was the opposite. Somehow it felt cozy and secluded. A couple of deck chairs were laid out near the end furthest away from the house.

Sitting down, I closed my eyes and just took a moment to myself. The Serena drama, missing Katy, not exactly loving the whole abstinence thing but knowing it was good for me, my connection with Ford I knew would only ever just be a friendship, what I was going to do with my life now. My thoughts buzzed in my head and I concentrated on pushing them out one by one and just listening to the natural noises around me. The sounds of the woods took over slowly—an owl or two, the rustle of the leaves as a soft wind fluttered through the branches. This is what I need.
Peace and quiet.

“Pretty peaceful, isn’t it?”

I yelped in surprise. So lost on my moment of calm, I hadn’t even heard Ford approaching. Balanced on one hand, Ford held a tray with our two cups of something chocolaty and in the other, his laptop.
I reached up and took the tray, placing it on the small table between the chairs. 

“I was just thinking that. This place is amazing. I’d live out on this deck, if I had this place.”

 He smiled in appreciation. “You won’t be saying that in about twenty minutes. I ran out of candles and the mosquitos can get vicious. But we’ve got enough time before the little vampires descend and I thought you could show me your proposal.”

Sitting down sideways on my chair, he propped his laptop on my knees. “I kind of assumed you had it stored in a cloud or your email, so just log in and get it.” I bit my lip, acutely aware of Ford’s gaze. For some reason showing Ford my business plan felt more intimidating than showing the bank. He nudged my shoulder and I bent over and logged in to my email. Once I’d opened the document, I slid it over onto his lap and waited. His eyes flitted across the page as he quickly scrolled through it.

Sitting this close to him, I decided to focus on anything but the fact Ford, an heir to one of the country’s most successful businesses, was probably laughing inside at my pathetic attempt to start my own little enterprise. Instead, I decided to focus on the fact our bodies were touching.
A lot.

Sitting side by side, we were making contact essentially from our shoulders, all the way down our torsos, thighs, and then knees. Every moment, breath, sigh, fidget he made, I felt. There was something about Ford, the way he was so contained and in control, made me think underneath all that was an animal, waiting to get out. A caveman he needed to keep leashed in order to pass as a civilized man. Sure, his job wasn’t particularly masculine—selling coffee, but Ford was all man. I sometimes caught him looking at me when we worked together, his face dark and almost angry.

The first few times I thought it was because I messed up an order or dropped a bag of freshly ground beans, but then I realized it was something else. I didn’t know what it was though. At first I hoped it was lust or even longing. But he never made a move. Not once. A long time ago, a few months into working with him, I’d tried to flirt and let him know I’d be up for something but he never made his move. I’d dropped any fantasy I had of being with a man like Ford. I still caught him looking but that didn’t mean much. Maybe he just liked to look. Lots of guys looked but never touched.

But sitting here, so close, I let myself wonder if perhaps I’d given up a bit too quick with Ford. I mean, he didn’t need to invite me to his house, did he? He could have patted me on the back and sent me on my way with a sympathetic smile and it would have been just as I expected. I struggled to read him, really read him and it made applying my little rules of life virtually useless.

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Alexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.