Thursday, July 28, 2022

Capturing His Heart by Daryl Devore #daryldevore,#Hot,#romance,

Caution - One smouldering twisted fairy tale mixed with one hot medieval romance might burn more than your fingers.

 


Capturing His Heart

Daryl Devoré



 

Excerpt from Dark Chocolate and Strawberries

G- rated

A water droplet landed on Red’s cheek and startled her. She wiped it and opened her eyes. “Welcome back, sleepy head.” Chopper wiped his hand on his shorts and placed the glass of water on the table.

“Have I been out long?” She looked at her watch and wondered what time she'd fallen asleep.

“I've been here about five minutes.” Chopper jumped up. “Ok, now that you're awake, I just have to tell you. This song popped into my head and it's driving me crazy.”

Red dropped her tablet into her beach bag and waited for him to continue.

“It's the Red Riding Hood song. I think Sam the Sham and the Prophets sang it. It's like from like the mid-sixties.”

She shook her head. “Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. And it took you long enough to get there. Most people start cracking jokes within minutes of hearing my name.”

“I wasn't focused yesterday. But today, I'm Michael Jackson!” He stepped right and left and snapped his fingers.

“Little Red Riding Hood.

You sure are looking good.

You're everything that a big, bad wolf could want.”

He spun around and posed, one arm at his crotch and flung the other up in the air. “Owooooooo!

Trying to keep a straight face, Red asked, “You aren't going to send in an application for that dance show thing, right?”

“What, you don't like my dancin'?” He shook his knees in and out and flapped his arms like a chicken, then made two-handed stirring motions, like he was in front of a large cauldron. “Why are you laughing? I'm just getting started.” He leaned forward and jerked up his right hand. “It's called the lawn mower. But, if you do it this way…” He straightened and repeated the pulling motion. “Then it's the chainsaw. Oh. Oh. And now for the big finale. The Moonwalk.”

He slid his right foot back and popped his left heel, then slid that foot back. Red had to admit he did a good version of Michael's famous move – until he backed into the waiter and knocked a tray of drinks onto the passengers seated near her.

 


 

Excerpt from Branwyns’ Love

G-rated

Stop that crying or by all that is powerful, I will beat you.”

“Do not yell so. You will frighten the poor child.”

Through tears, Branwyn stared at her uncle and aunt. “I… I do not understand. Why must I go?”

Her aunt sat next to her. “It is your time, child. A husband has been chosen. You must leave us to join with him.”

“About time it is!” Her uncle’s face grew redder with each word. “One year shy of a score she is, and still unwed. She must fall to her knees to thank God someone wishes to marry such an old spinster.”

Branwyn slapped the arm of her chair. “I decline. It is my right. I shall not marry this man!”

“How many men do you think you can refuse?” Her uncle paced about the small room. “This is the fourth suitor to ask for your hand. You cannot. It is done. Your things are being loaded as we speak.” He jerked back a curtain in the window and pointed.

The door opened and in stepped a tall, broad-shouldered soldier. “The carriage awaits.”

“Branwyn.” Aunt Selda patted her hand. “You have no dowry. This is a good match. He is a rich man. He will give you babies.”

Suspicion gnawed at Branwyn’s stomach. “And what did he give you?”

“Gold.”


 


Blurb

Daryl Devoré has bundled two of her hot romances into a duology. A hot twisted fairy and a hotter medieval romance combined in Capturing His Heart.

Dark Chocolate and Strawberries takes you on a hot romp on a Caribbean cruise. Esmerelda 'Red' Hood discovers her sweet granny is on a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, she meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other - dark and sophisticated. Even with her grandmother's words ringing in Red's ears - Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing - Red has trouble choosing which man is the big bad wolf and which is her happily ever after.

Branwyn’s Love transports you back to medieval times. It is the tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds, until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

 

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Sunday, July 24, 2022

Seducing His Sassenach by Ashe Barker , #historicalromance , #meninkilts , #hotromance


Seducing His Sassenach
By Ashe Barker
 


Seducing His Sassenach is a stand-alone sequel to The Laird and the Sassenach and Sassenach Bride.

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·        Loyal, courageous, Jane will do what she must to see justice done

 

 


Blurb

 

When a baby is stolen away from her mother by the English king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle offers her help to Robert McGregor and his band of Highlanders as they seek to rescue the child.



Publisher's Note: Seducing His Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

 

 

Seducing His Sassenach : Author Synopsis

 

When the baby she cares for is stolen by the king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle is determined to see the child restored to her grieving mother. She is not sure how she might achieve this, but help arrives in the form of a formidable northern lord, sent by baby Cecily’s new step-father to find out what happened to the child. Jane is able to lead Robert MacGregor to where Cecily is being held.

 

Robbie is glad of Jane’s assistance. Sher has saved him a great deal of trouble, but he never expected the feisty nurse to insist upon accompanying him and his band of Highlanders the length of England. Their journey is perilous, not least because the King’s armies are on the move, preparing to confront the Scots at Flodden.

 

As they face danger together, attraction flares between the high-born northern lord and the girl from the Plymouth slums. But once their shared mission is over, what will bind them together?

 

 

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Excerpt 

Jane did not accept the offer of a ride at the first time of asking. Nor the second, nor the third.

But ten miles was a long way on foot. Jane might be stubborn—her mother had pointed out that fact on countless occasions. But she was not a fool. She obliged the handsome but arrogant Scot to ask her a fourth time if she would be so good as to join him on his warhorse before finally halting her stride and allowing him to reach down for her hand. He hauled her up into the saddle as though she weighed no more than a sackful of feathers and helped her to arrange herself with as great a degree of comfort as might be achieved.

She was unaccustomed to being on horseback and found the entire experience distinctly disconcerting at first.

It was so high.

And the saddle moved and shifted beneath her. She would surely fall to her death.

“Be still, girl,” the Scot growled in her ear. “I have ye.”

Normally, he would have earned a stinging rebuke and stern advice regarding the proper use of her given name, but Jane was too preoccupied with hanging onto the pommel and praying for divine deliverance.

After a mile or so, she began to relax. The horse moved with a steady gait, and the Scot’s arm was wrapped firmly about her middle. He did, indeed, have her and she knew he would not let her fall.

“Ye’re quite sure ye can recall the right way tae get tae this gamekeeper’s cottage?”

The other Scot raised the question when she directed them to leave the main track and head northeast across the open countryside. His appearance was the more fearsome of the pair, though Jane felt there was not a great deal to pick between them. Scots were a dour bunch, she concluded. The man raised one dark eyebrow to suggest he did not entirely trust her sense of direction.

Jane bristled but bit her tongue rather than point out to the fool that he was the stranger in these parts, not she. “I know exactly where it is,” she replied instead, peering into the forest of trees that lay ahead. “This way is not the quickest, but it will not require us to go anywhere near Godlington.”

“Fair enough.”

There were no paths through the dense woodland, and little in the way of landmarks. But Jane knew that they had to cross a wide brook, and she recalled seeing the rotting carcase of a long-dead oak tree close to the water.

“This way,” she whispered when the sound of fast-flowing water reached her ears, and she blessed the recent rain that had swelled the stream.

The horses waded through, and on the far side she caught sight of the felled oak. “We are going the right way. I think perhaps a couple of hours more…”

“It will be after nightfall, then, by the time we reach the cottage.” The man whose horse she shared made this observation and she could hear the displeasure in his tone.

“That cannot be helped,” she snapped. “Are you afraid of the dark, sir?”

His companion chuckled, but the arm around her waist tightened a little, to the point of discomfort. Perhaps she should learn to guard her tongue more. After all, she needed these two. She could hardly rescue baby Cecily on her own.

“The man, this gamekeeper, may no’ give the child up easily,” the Scot explained. “If it comes tae a fight, he will have an advantage since he is on land he knows. Better for us tae take the child i’ the mornin’, then we have the whole o’ the day tae put distance between ourselves an’ this place.”

“Oh. Yes.” She had not thought of that but could see the logic clearly enough. Perhaps there was more to her companions than mere brawn. “Then, we should get as close as we can without being seen, and camp for the night.”

“Have ye ever slept under the stars, Jane?” he inquired softly.

“No, but I am sure it will be perfectly fine. The evening is warm.”

“Aye, but no’ quite so warm ye will no’ require a blanket or two. I suppose ye did bring a blanket, Jane?”

“I…”

No she had no blanket, no food, no flask of ale to swig at when the sun became too hot.

Worse, she had nothing for Cecily, either.

“I thought not.” Can this man read my very thoughts? “Ye shall have tae share one of ours, then.”

“I—”

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to go straight to the devil, but she thought better of it. The night might well become chilly. And, whilst his companion might look rather more ferocious than she cared for, the one who now pressed his body close to hers was undeniably easy on the eye. It would be no real hardship to share his blanket.

 

 

 

More about Ashe Barker

 

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is spent caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over sixty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

 

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Friday, July 22, 2022

In Deep Water by Anita Philmar , #Texasromance , #historical , #western



In Deep Water by Anita Philmar

 

Publisher: Amazon and Smashwords Publishing

Release Date: July 9th, 2022

Genre: Hot Historical Western

Length: 19k

Heat Rating: 4 flames

 

Available now at the introduction price of $1.99

 

Taglines: #romance, #hotread, #western, #TexasRomance, #historical

 

Blurb:

 

Hot? Yes, Texas summers sizzle. Lured by the brilliant idea of dipping naked into the Trinity River, Carolyn Evans wades into the water and is captured by the swift moving current, putting her life in danger.

Help! The cry sends Marcus Goodman, who’s on his way with a friend to the Gulf of Mexico to join the confederate army into the river to save the naked lady. The only problem is a passing steamboat has the same mission, placing him in a ticklish situation when they’re pulled aboard, and she claims they are married.

Tempted by the adventurous opportunity and enthralled with the sexy woman, he holds her to the claim of matrimony. Will this end with a happy-ever-after union or a soul-crushing heartache?

 

 

 

Tagline – Saved by a sexy stranger, Carolyn Devans tells a lie can claims Marcus Goodman is her husband…Now can she hope for a happy-ever-after or just enjoy a brief affair?

 



 

Sinking lower into the murky depths, Marcus realized her panicked grip had loosened before a muffled scream rang above him and a foot connected with his chest. Seconds later, air exploded from his lungs. Darting away from her, he scurried to the surface and was met with a roaring whirl.

Gulping in both air and water, his lungs rejected the mixture, causing a stream of coughs to inhibit his progress of saving the drowning damsel.

Plop.

Spinning, he caught sight of a floating white circle before waves crashed around him.

“Grab hold, and we’ll pull you up.” A voice boomed from the steamboat.

Instantly glancing around, he noticed the woman struggling to reach the device. Swimming over to her, he shoved her closer to the floating ring before grabbing hold and draping an arm around her waist. “Just hold on, and they’ll lift us up.”

Eyes growing wider, she stared up at the boat’s railing. “But...”

After being drug for a short distance, the ring lifted onto its side. Tightening his grip on the woman, he repositioned her into its center. “If you put your head through here, you can wrap your arms over the sides, and it’ll help keep you steady.”

Seconds after following his instructions, the device rose between them. Immediately grabbing ahold of the rope, he wrapped his arms around her and the ring. Then the upward movement tugged them from the water. His feet dangled in the river for a moment before they swung on the end of the line. The rope jerking them upward, slammed him into the side of the steamboat. Pain radiated along his right side, prompting his grip to tighten.

“Oh, God, what if they drop us?” Her whispered words rang with fear before she buried her face onto his upper torso. “Thanks for at least trying to save me.”

Plastered against him, her silky skin caressed his stomach while her alluring warmth penetrated the fabric of his pants, diverting the pain in his back and created a fire in his blood that eased the frigid chill of the tributary.

Hearing the voices of the people lining the steamboat’s railing, he glanced up at the concerned expressions above. With his frame hiding the naked woman in his arms, he couldn’t help but wonder what the curious passengers would say when they finally arrived on board in their current state of undress.


 

 

About the Author

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day, and a dreamer by night, she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. With the influence of her children’s sci-fi programs, she likes to play with diverse cultures and places where anything can happen. She enjoys bringing hot romantic moments to life in a variety of genre, such as historical westerns, paranormal suspense, and contemporary murder mysteries.

 

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Friday, July 15, 2022

Deeds Not Words by Ashe Barker , #eroticromance , #ashebarker , #dominance


Deeds Not Words

By Ashe Barker

 



 

  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Release Date 27 October 2020
  • 20th Century erotic romance, historical romance, spanking
  • HEA ending

 

Taglines

··        Gritty, realistic, insanely sexy

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Buy Link    mybook.to/DeedsNotWords (and it’s FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited)

 

Miniblurb

James has never entertained the slightest doubt that Clarissa will be his viscountess. He’s loved his younger half-cousin for almost as long as he can remember and was only waiting for her to be old enough …

But she’s grown up while he wasn’t looking, and time has run out. His sweet little Clarissa is a Suffragette on hunger strike in Holloway. James has to act fast or lose her for good.

 

Blurb

A handsome viscount. A headstrong Suffragette. And a cause worth dying for.

She grew up while I wasn’t looking. My sweet little half-cousin is now a beautiful woman. I’ve adored her for as long as I can remember. It’s high time I made her my viscountess.

But there’s just one problem. While my back was turned Clarissa has joined the Suffragette Movement. And now, I gather, she’s incarcerated in Holloway facing their vile force-feeding regime and God only knows what other horrors. I need to act quickly.

 

I’ve never been more pleased to see my handsome cousin. Always my guardian and protector, James rescued me from that awful place and brought me home to Smallwood where he is determined to keep me safe. And he insists upon employing his own brand of discipline, to teach me the error of my ways.

I want to surrender to him. I love him. I think I always have. But I love the Suffragette cause too. James wants me to submit to his authority and continue the campaign without endangering my life. But this has become a fight to the death, and I will not desert my sisters.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This story was previously published in the 2019 anthology Once upon a Christmas Wedding. This version is a stand alone story, re-edited, and with new content added.

 



Excerpt 

“So, you are back then?” Cousin Victorine’s waspish tone could have cut glass. She advanced on Clarissa from the centre of the room, her features near crimson with rage. “I told him, told James I would not have it. Yet here you are, using my hot water, my linens. Have you no shame, girl, after the disgrace you’ve brought to this house?”

“I don’t… I mean, James—” Caught off guard, Clarissa could only stammer her response.

“I’ll deal with James later. Right now, it’s you I’m talking to. If you think you can just waltz back in here as though nothing’s happened, then you are quite wrong. You are nothing better than a common criminal. I can still smell it on you, the stench of that prison. You are not fit to be among decent people.”

Clarissa fought to gather her wits. She and Victorine had crossed swords often enough in the past, and although the older woman’s constant harping had been a major factor in convincing Clarissa to make her home elsewhere, she was accustomed to responding in like manner.

“How nice to see you, too, Victorine. I trust you are keeping well?” Clarissa injected a note of sarcasm into her words and made her way to the chair closest to the roaring fire. She settled down in it and smiled brightly at her unwanted visitor. “I was just about to get ready for bed, though, so maybe we could save this little reunion for another time?”

“Do not take that tone with me. And you!” Victorine turned her attention to Trudy, just emerging from the bathroom. “You can get out. There’ll be no pampering for this one. She’s made her choice. She can go back to those women and see if they’ll look after her because there’ll be none of it here.”

“Miss Victorine, I was just about to—”

“Out! Out, now.”

Trudy dropped a quick curtsey and fled for the door.

Her thin lips flattened in satisfaction, Victorine levelled her attention once more upon Clarissa. “You’re not staying at Smallwood, so do not be getting comfortable. This is a decent house, not for the likes of you.”

“James brought me here,” Clarissa replied. “It is up to him to determine if I may stay.”

“James is too soft, too soft by far and apt to have his head turned by a pretty face. You’ll be gone first thing in the morning, do you hear me? Or I’ll have the constable come and take you back where you belong.”

“You can’t do that. I was released; Mr Roundhill has the documents. I can stay here as long as I like, or as long as James permits it.”

“Over my dead body! You will—”

“I am certain that could be arranged, but do not tempt me, Victorine.”

Clarissa and Victorine both swung around at the sound of James’ measured tone. He did not raise his voice. He did not have to. His words were cold, his expression arctic as he shot his half-sister a withering glare. He entered the room, Trudy beside him, clearly agitated. He turned to the servant. “Thank you, Trudy. You were quite right to fetch me. Now, perhaps you would leave us for a few minutes?”


 

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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