Spicy teaser Thursday: Lee


Lucian & Lia Book 6: A spicy teaser from the erotic romance story

Lee: Lucian & Lia book 6 romantic eroticaBy Sydney Landon

Then it happened… something beyond comprehension.  His shoulders shook, and for just a moment, I feared I’d made the great Lee Jacks cry with my hurtful comments.  But no—the bastard was actually laughing.  Without thinking, I grabbed the first thing within reach and threw one of his expensive pens at his head.  As if anticipating the move, he plucked it effortlessly out of the air.  “You’re such an asshole,” I hissed, no longer caring that I was committing career suicide.  That was what I wanted.  I thought.  A way out of the mess I’d gotten into.

He raised a brow, twirling the pen in his fingers.  “I always knew you had claws under that calm exterior,” he murmured.

“And I was certain you were a dickhead beneath the whole iceman persona.  Looks as if we were both right, huh, boss?” I smirked.  At that point, I didn’t even know the woman spouting insults at the man she loved anymore.  I’d never been so disrespectful to anyone before in my life, and it was both scary and strangely exhilarating.  I’d opened the gates, and it was hard to stop the flow of catty comments, so I didn’t even try.  I perched on the corner of his desk and began shifting items around on the immaculate surface.  I knew well how much he hated disorder, and I grinned inwardly as his eye twitched slightly at the mess I made.  I was tempted to knock his half-empty cup of coffee over, but I wasn’t quite that brave.  He would’ve probably strangled me for that offense.  “This gangster vibe you’re rocking might turn all the other women on, but I’ve always felt it was a little absurd.  I mean, The Sopranos have already been done to death.  Couldn’t you have come up with something more original?”

He was out of his chair so fast I barely tracked the movement.  I was pulled from his desk and slammed into the hard wall of his chest.  “You have no idea who you’re playing games with, little girl,” he gritted out.  “I could show you a monster so fucking ugly that you’d never be able to close your eyes in the dark again.  Is that what you want?  For me to poison every part of your life until I’ve destroyed you?  Because you’re naïve if you don’t think it would come to that.  You don’t have a goddamned clue what I’ve done without blinking a fucking eye or what I’m capable of doing.”  I expected him to be rough, but when he took my face in his hands, he was gentle as if I was made of glass.  “You’ve been closer to me than anyone other than Pete.  But unlike him, I’ve sheltered you from the real me.  And maybe that was a mistake.”  He ran a finger across my lips, and they parted almost of their own violation.  “You’re a beautiful woman, and I’ve always been attracted to you.  I have no idea where this absurd and inaccurate opinion that you have of yourself came from, but it’s bullshit.  You have no clue how tempted I’ve been to throw caution to the wind and give us both what we want.”

Drowning in the desire in his eyes, I whispered huskily, “Then do it.  Stop trying to protect me.  I’m not who you think I am.”  That last part was as close to a confession as I’d ever been, but he didn’t know that.  He thought I was saying I was some sort of closet bad girl who was up for whatever he unleashed.  Maybe he was right about that, but sadly it didn’t mean that, and I wasn’t brave enough to go any further with my revelations.  I couldn’t live in a world where he hated me. I wasn’t that strong.

He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me angrily.  He was tempted.  I felt it.

About Lee, the spicy romance

Romantic erotica

My name is Lee Jacks and I’ve lived a life that few could imagine. When you grow up as the son of a crack whore with little more than the clothes on your back most days being accepted by your peers is the last thing you expect. I was always an outcast which was fine by me. It’s what kept my brother and me alive. Survival is something that isn’t taught in public schools, but it damn well should be.

But I’m no longer a gutter rat to be kicked aside like yesterday’s trash. I’m a sought-after member of the Asheville, North Carolina elite and invited to parties given by the upper crust of society.

The one thing I never counted on was falling in love with my assistant Liza. In one of my few selfless acts, I refused to bring her into my corrupt world. When she quits her job, and walks away from me, I soon discover that I never really knew her at all. For she has secrets of her own and one of them could very well be the need to destroy me.

Graphic content warning: This romantic erotica novel contains depictions of violence, sexual abuse and child abuse.

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Bestselling romance author Sydney LandonSydney Landon

is the New York Times & USA Today best selling author of:  Weekends Required, Not Planning on You, Fall For Me, Fighting For You, Betting on You, No Denying You, Always Loving You, Pierced and Fractured.  Sydney is currently working on the next book in the Danvers’ Series as well as the Pierced Series.

When she isn’t writing romantic erotica or romance, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and the beach.

She lives with her family in Greenville, South Carolina.

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Monday musings: When war mimics your writing

military romance of Afghan War veterans

Rehabilitation: More than 1,600 veterans of Afghanistan and Iraq have lost limbs in service. Source: Daily Mail

Over 453 soldiers were killed in the Afghan war between 2009 and 2015. Of those that survived, there were many soldiers wounded. For some, life with missing limbs was their new reality. Their war had not ended. Struggling with day to day life back on civilian streets and minus a limb or two proved the hardest challenge for many soldiers.

Soldiers returned home to face a new battle: PTSD. Many relationships buckled under the stress of this emotional battle. Losing a leg or an arm changed the soldier’s life. The army was all they knew. Many descended into an abyss of depression. The families back home trying their best to pick up the pieces were struggling, too.

During the Afghan war, I wrote a novel called Broken Wings. It is a military romance about a soldier who is deployed to Afghanistan. His armoured truck is blown up by an IED on route 601, the key access route that connects Lashkar in Helmand with the city of Kandahar to the east. Insurgents had planted IEDS in the ditches along the route.

Joshua, was in an armoured truck on route 601 scanning for IEDs and detonating the explosives to make the route safe. His team was ambushed by insurgents and Joshua’s truck was blown up. He lost a leg and was returned to a military hospital in the Midlands, in the U.K.

The weeks that followed were a struggle for Joshua. He refused to see his girlfriend, convinced she would be better off without him. He denied her visits to the hospital. However, Angelina was insistent and eventually snuck into the hospital and found her way to Joshua. Her love for him was strong and his missing leg did not change the way she felt about him. Angelina helped Joshua to face his reality and accept his fate.

Since writing this novel, I have heard of several stories like this since the war in Afghanistan ended and our troops have returned home. Individual stories of triumph over adversity. Lovers who would not be pushed away and standing by their men. One or two stories were similar to my fictional novel, Broken Wings.

Here is a sample.

Broken Wings: a military romance

Angelina wanted to hold Joshua, never let him go and keep him safe. She held him tight as if her own life depended on it. “I love you so much. Please come back to me,” she whispered, choking back her tears while pressing her head deeper into his chest.

He stepped back and lifted her chin up with his finger. He took off his ring that was passed down to him by his grandfather years before and slipped it on her finger. “I promise you that when I return, I will make you my wife.” Joshua kissed her gently on the lips. He hated leaving her and he knew this was as hard for her as it was for him.

“Joshua, when you’re gone, time stands still until you return. I can’t move forward or backwards. I can’t sleep because of worrying about you. There are so many soldiers returning home in boxes. Every time I turn on the TV, there is a news item about a young soldier not making it back alive and the families left behind tormented by their grief,” she paused and drew in a deep breath.

“Last week, there were two soldiers from the West Midlands who were killed by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan headlining the news. What if that happens to you? I know the loss you suffered on your first tour of Afghanistan and that could so easily have been you. You are my reason for existing, so you better come back to me. Do you hear me?”

Joshua studied Angelina’s beautiful almond eyes. He wrapped his muscular arms around her tight. “I love you. I promise that I will return to you and then I will be back for good. I will not be extending. It’s only six months. It will fly by. I will write to you all the time.” Angelina could not stem the tears tumbling down her cheeks. She could hardly breathe from the fear that this could be the last time she ever saw him alive. Joshua’s finger trailed over the small scar etched into her right eyebrow. He held her face in the palms of his hands and kissed her while brushing the tears from her sodden cheeks. He felt her pain. He was feeling it too. No words could take their pain away — it was something they had to endure together until his return.

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D.G. Torrens

is a mother/writer/blogger who has a dream to inspire as many people as possible through her story. To show those with little hope that dreams can come true.

A prolific writer, her works were recognized in 2013 by BBC Radio WM, where she has given several live interviews in the BBC studios in Birmingham, UK. Thereafter, D.G. became a regular Headline Reviewer for the radio show for the next 12 months.

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Thursday teaser: Tree Soldier


This week’s #teaser excerpt is from the historical romance set in the Pacific Northwest in 1935

By J.L. Oakley


The game was in the third ending when McGill and some others struck. It was all supposed to be a joke, a tradition, but from the start, it turned ugly. Surrounding the group of eight, a crowd of local enrollees began to ask questions of the boys and when Costello or Spinelli spoke they got teased for their accents.

“Hey, they did all right,” a blonde local named Larsen said. “They did their share.”

McGill knocked the enrollee’s cap off. “Sure they did. You’re gonna get dunked.”

“So?” Staubach said. The big blonde Pennsylvanian straightened his back. He was a farm boy, but not the hayseed they thought he was. He put up his dukes. “We’ve got bigger rivers where I come from.”

“Yeah, but we’ve got man eating fish. Ever wonder why a salmon looks so threadbare by the time it spawns?  It’s the little fishes in the water that nibble at them, bit by bit. They can take off your toes if you’re not watching. If the cold don’t get you, they will.”

“Where do I sign up?” Staubach asked.

“Why, over there,” one of McGill’s buddies said. He pointed to the willow-lined bank at the end of the field, some fifty feet away.

“Come on fellows, let’s show them what we can take,” Staubach said.

“Now wait a damn minute,” McGill growled. “You got to be done proper.”

“Then carry me there.” Staubach swaggered his shoulders.

McGill looked annoyed but instantly several enrollees seized and carried Staubach like a plank of wood to the river. There they swung and tossed him out into the river. When he yelled as he hit the water, some of the locals began to cheer and chant, “Dunk them, dunk them.” The boys pushed on Joisey Squad, edging them toward the water. Joisey Squad pushed back.

Careful, Hardesty thought. He didn’t like the feel of the whole situation. A strange electricity prickled around the water’s edge.

“You’re next,” McGill said to Jacob Golden.

“Where’s Jeff?” Golden craned his neck and looked down river.

“He’s okay,” someone said. “He’s making his way down to the next stop.”

“How fast is it here?” Hardesty asked.

“You worried?” McGill sneered, his face puckered up like a Boston terrier’s.

“No, I’m just inquiring whether I should dog-paddle or display my Tarzan-like swimming skills.”

“It’s not too fast,” an enrollee said. “And it’s deep.”

“Stop talking,” McGill said. “You, Toland. Get some of the boys to bring up Golden and O’Connell.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Golden said and let himself and O’Connell be thrown in. Hoss Werner was next. He stood at the edge and held his nose before jumping off. Some of the locals laughed. A ways downstream Staubach waved as he climbed out and then turned around as Golden and O’Connell came paddling by. They had narrowly missed a big snag in the water, coming around it backwards.

Up on the bank, it was Costello’s turn. McGill’s squad charged him, but he fooled them all and twisting out of their hands, took a flying leap and went blind into the water. Fortunately, he avoided going out into the river’s faster middle.

“How’s the water?” Spinelli yelled to Costello. He got an answer quicker than intended when he was pushed in. He grabbed onto an enrollee from Spenser’s squad and they went in together. The local man came up sputtering to the roars of the others. Both young men made it down to the stony shore several hundred yards down, safely making it around the snag. Costello and Werner were there to pull them in.

“That leaves you two,” McGill said. He looked really steamed. Turned around and looked sharply at Hardesty and Sal Lorenzo. “Who goes first?”

Hardesty shrugged. At this point, they had no choice, but go in. The honor of squad at stake. He looked over at Lorenzo and was surprised to see him pale and drawn. A tough, wiry Puerto Rican from Newark, what bravado he normally carried was long gone. He worked his mouth constantly, his dark eyes on the water. Sensing Hardesty’s gaze, he looked up at his straw boss and instantly Hardesty knew what was wrong. Lorenzo couldn’t swim.

“I’ll go,” Hardesty said. “I’ll wait for you, Sal,” he said directly to him, ignoring McGill’s curious look.

“I’d rather not go at all,” the eighteen-year-old replied.

“You gotta. It’s tradition,” a local enrollee next to him said. “Unless you’re chicken.”

“I ain’t chicken.” Lorenzo spat.

McGill suddenly understood. “Aw, he can’t swim. That’s what he’s afraid of.” His eyes grew wide. “Hey, Larsen. Get that clothesline rope.”

“What for?” Lorenzo asked.

“To snag a fish.”

“Do I have to?” Lorenzo asked Hardesty.

“No,” Hardesty said. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay,” Larsen said. “I’ll tie you good. You’ll only get wet.” Squeezing through the group around the remaining enrollees from Joisey Squad, the blonde put the rope around Lorenzo’s waist and tied it in front. “We’ll hold onto you.  I won’t let go. I promise.”

Lorenzo seemed resigned to his fate. Hardesty could see it on his face and appreciated the fact that he had probably faced worse things in the streets back home.

“You going in, Park?” Lorenzo asked.

“Sure.  I’ll go in.” He took the rope in his hands. It didn’t seem strong. Its cotton fibers looked old and rotten. “You got another?”

“This’ll do,” McGill said. “Quit babying him. You going in?”

“Sure… I’ll do it,” Lorenzo said. “When Park’s ready.”

“Ready?” McGill nodded to two of his friends and before Hardesty could react, Lorenzo was picked up and tossed far out into the river. He went down, then came up sputtering, grabbing desperately for the taunt rope.

“That was a dirty trick.” Hardesty got right in McGill’s face and slammed him on his shoulders. “What the hell did you do it for? What was the point?”

McGill shrugged him off. “Watch your paws.”

Hardesty watched the boy flounder in the water and hoped Larsen and the two others that held him would bring him in quickly. He hesitated, wondering if it would do any good at all to go in, when he could help haul him in here on shore.

“Bring him in, Larsen,” he finally asked. “He’s done his time.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“No wait,” McGill said. “He’s not done.”

“He’s done.” Hardesty reached for the rope but before he could lay hold of it, in one sickening moment, it broke, causing Larsen and the others to fall to the ground. Lorenzo went spinning out into the middle of the river, thrashing his arms wildly where the rope had once been secured.

“Park!” The boy screamed, then quit when he got a mouthful of water.

“You bastard, McGill.” Hardesty tore along the edge of the bank, looking for a place to go in, watching in horror as Lorenzo swung back into shore directly in line with the snag. For a moment, he seemed to be held in place there, before swinging out into the current again and crashing back into the weathered gray roots of the old tree.

“The rope!” Careless of his safety, Hardesty dove into the water and let the current take him down to the snag. At the last minute he stroked over to where Lorenzo was caught on some roots. The boy’s head was bleeding and half-submerged under the water. Hardesty came alongside and kicking out, clung onto one of the roots while desperately lifting Lorenzo’s chin out of the water.

“Sal!” he shouted above the water’s noise. He slapped him on his cheek and the boy’s eyes opened. “Hold on. I’ll cut you free. Can you do it?”

The boy nodded, choking and spitting out water. “I think so…” He had one of his arms wrapped around a gnarly root, but when he brought up his free arm, he cried out in pain. One glance told Hardesty that it was broken. “Just hold on.”

Hardesty got his knife from its soggy scabbard and sawed on the rope. The water was a numbing cold and he found it hard to concentrate as it pulled relentlessly on his clothes and body. His feet were in danger of slipping off the root he stood on. He did not notice that Spenser had joined him until he was beside him. Together they got the boy untangled from the snag.

“Dumb tradition!” Spenser yelled over the water’s torrent. “You did good, Sal. No one’s going to give you a hard time.”

The boy smiled weakly. He looked like he was going to pass out and Hardesty feared shock. When he was completely free, Hardesty asked if anyone had gone to get a doctor.

“Yes,” Spenser said.

“Then let’s get him away from this.” Knowing that it would probably hurt him, Hardesty chose the best lifesaving hold he could think of for this water and kicked out into the river with Lorenzo. Spenser stayed close and together they were swept downstream to the low bank. By now most of Joisey Squad was standing there ready to help as well as a crowd of boys from the other squads. The dunking had turned ugly and many were ashamed. As soon as the three were within grabbing distance, there were hands to help pull them in safely to shore.  Groaning, Lorenzo was gently lifted out of the water and brought up on the bank. A blanket was produced and the boy wrapped up. A group of enrollees volunteered to take him to the infirmary, but Hardesty checked him again for shock. The boy looked cold and pale, but Spenser okayed the move and Lorenzo was quickly taken away.

“What happened?” Spinelli asked.

“That happened,” Hardesty replied pointing to McGill as water dripped off his head and nose. His sopping wet clothes clung to him like he had just emerged fully clothed from a bathtub. His skin was like goose flesh. As they walked back up towards the field, McGill was standing with his little group. Larsen off to the side looked horrified, but McGill didn’t look particularly perturbed. There was a sly smile on his face when Hardesty came up to him.

“He couldn’t take it,” McGill sneered.

“He took it all right. Here’s his answer.” Hardesty slugged the Tar Heel in the mouth in a single movement that sent McGill to the ground. Hardesty stepped over him and walked on, gathering people as he went. His own squad stayed close to him, clearing the way as he went back into the camp. Something roared behind him, yelling at him to stop. Hardesty turned in time to see McGill charging up to him.

“No one lays a hand on me!” he shouted. “No one!”

“All right, I won’t.”

McGill didn’t see Hardesty’s foot until too late.  Tripping, he lost his balance and went rolling down the bank to the pebbly narrow beach below.

“I’ll get you, you dirty foreigner,” McGill shouted as he climbed back up, but Hardesty was already across the field. He held his hands up in the air.

“No hands,” he yelled back, his squad laughing beside him.

Win a copy of Tree Soldier

Author J.L. Oakley will give a free e-copy of Tree Soldier to one of the reader who can answer this question:

Name a state or national park in your state built by the Civilian Conservation Corps. If you are in Canada or beyond, name a Great Depression program that helped put people back to work.

Leave your answer in the Comments below, and J.L. Oakley will choose from the correct answers.

About Tree Soldier

One mistake can ruin a life. One mistake can transform it.

A government forestry camp set deep in the mountainous forests of the Pacific Northwest might not seem the likely place to find redemption, but in 1935, Park Hardesty hopes for just that.

Blaming himself for the fiery accident that caused his brother’s disfigurement and the death of the bootlegging woman he loved, planting trees, building bridges and mentoring tough, homesick New Jersey boys brings him both penitence and the renewal of his own self-worth. When he wins the love of Kate Alford, a local naturalist who envisions joining the Forest Service, which allows only men, he also captures the ire of a camp officer who refuses to let her go. Just when he is ready to seek his brother’s forgiveness, he is falsely accused of rape. Every aspect of his life he has tried to rebuild is put in jeopardy. In the end, the only way he can defend himself is to tell the truth about his brother, but he risks being kicked out of the camp. Worse, he could lose Kate’s love forever.

J.L. Oakley

writes award-winning historical fiction that spans the mid-19th century to WW II. Her books have been recognized with a 2013 Bellingham Mayor’s Arts Award, the 2013 Chanticleer Grand Prize, the 2014 First Place Chaucer Award, 2015 WILLA Silver Award and the 2016 Goethe Grand Prise.

In addition to historical fiction, J.L. has also written the Hilo Bay series of four mystery novellas set in the Hawaiian Islands. Her most recent historical novel, Mist-chi-mas: A Novel Of Captivity, launched in September 2017.

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New bestsellers worth waiting for


Your favorite bestselling authors aren’t slacking this summer. They’re hard at work writing new books for you to enjoy. Here are some of the upcoming new bestsellers that you can look forward to in the next couple of months.

Torn Roots: a new bestseller coming soon from Scott BuryScott Bury will release his first Hawaiian Storm novel, Torn Roots.

Arson. Murder. An irritating environmentalist pitting local activists against foreign property developers. A taciturn geologist. Add a rogue Homeland Security agent and the lack of a body make this case a whirling fury in a tangled jungle of clues and misdirection.

The new Hawaiian Storm series will feature a reader favorite, FBI Special Agent Vanessa Storm as she solves crimes in the Aloha State.

Run and Hide: a new bestseller coming soon from Alan McDermottAlan McDermott’s highly anticipated Run and Hide launches in August.

Eva Driscoll is used to chasing down bad guys, but now the bad guys are chasing her. She knows they won’t stop until she’s dead. After her brother is killed in a faked suicide, Driscoll teams up with ex-soldier Rees Colback, the one person who can help her find answers. Together they’re determined to uncover why members of his Special Forces squad are dying in mysterious circumstances. But with every agency in the country in hot pursuit, their only choice is to flee. The clock is ticking. They can’t run forever. It’s time to make a choice: kill or be killed…

Pre-order Run and Hide today from Amazon.

J.L. Oakley is about to release four books in a brand new series, the Hilo Bay Mysteries. Auntie Bee tackles puzzling mysteries in Coconut Island, Volcano House and Hilina Pali.

Coconut Island: a new bestseller coming soon from J.L. OakleyCoconut Island: Investigative reporter Tawnie Takahashi is no stranger to mysteries, but can she handle one steeped in her own family’s history?

A box of letters from a WWII soldier stationed on the Big Island is found at the Big Island Historical Society and unlocks painful memories for Wendy’s Great Aunt Bee. Bee’s older sister was swept away in the 1946 tsunami, but now Wendy suspects she was murdered first.

As she delves into the mystery, Tawnie meets a group of nonagenarians who were at the USO center on Coconut Island during the war. One is a hero. Another is a cold-blooded murderer. 

Now available for pre-order on Amazon.

Finding You: a new bestseller coming soon from D.G. TorrensD.G. Torrens is bringing out the romantic suspense novel Finding You in November.

Noah Ainsworth has been hiding away in his ivory tower for far too long and decides it’s time he started living again. The enigmatic Eden Marshall is his prime motivation. Captivated by her, he begins to trust in love again.

Until a dark secret from his past emerges, threatening all that he loves …

And brand new this month:

Anthony: the new bestsellers from Sydney LandonAnthony (Lucian & Lia Book 7)

A hot new bestseller By Sydney Landon

Although he’s not active in his family’s crime syndicate, Anthony Moretti will always be protected by the family and feared by those outside of it.

After his father was gunned down, he used his inheritance to open his first nightclub. For years, building his empire was his only concern, until fate brought Jacey Wrenn into his life. She had absolutely no idea, but he’d known her before he’d ever met her. She’d haunted his dreams, the beautiful stranger that he longed to find, but hadn’t a clue as to where to begin.

How does the son of the devil convince a fallen angel that redemption is possible?

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Monday musings: Three under-appreciated indie authors I’d like to invite to dinner


by Raine Thomas

The indie author community is both very large and very small. We pursue our passion from all over the world and find each other through author events and on social media. I’m happy to say that I’ve been a part of this community for almost seven years now and in that time I’ve met some incredible people, both virtually and in person.

If I could, I’d host a huge party and invite all of the wonderful indie authors I’ve gotten to know over the years. For the purposes of this post, however, we’re narrowing our invite list down to three. That’s a tough task, but here we go!

The first author I’d invite to dinner would be Amanda Jason. Her popular book Lucky Number Four was one of the first indie rom-cams I’ve ever read, and it had me laughing from the very first paragraph. I also happen to know that Amanda Jason is the pen name of a truly beautiful soul named Carol Kunz. Carol also co-writes with her son, Adam, as under-appreciated indie YA author C.A. Kunz. If I could count them together as one author, I’d for certain have them both to dinner!

My next invite would go to Michelle Cornwell-Jordan. Michelle is one of the kindest, most supportive people I’ve ever known. Michelle has numerous books, most of which are YA paranormal or steampunk and all of which are (in my opinion) under-appreciated. One of the things I love about Michelle is what she does to support the indie author community, from sharing posts across her blog and social media to reading and reviewing ARCs and even hosting her own podcast. She is a force to be reckoned with, and it would be an honor to have her over for dinner.

The last dinner invite I would extend to an indie author I haven’t yet met in person would go to South African author, Deborah Leigh. Deborah’s first book, a hard-hitting romance called Firebird, was intense and powerful, clearly written from the heart. I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know Deborah through social media and I have a sneaking suspicion we’d get into all kinds of trouble if we had dinner together!

There are many, many other indie authors out there who I’d love to meet in person. Hopefully one day that will happen! Until then, I can live in my fantasy world and think of what fun I’d have if I could sit the above three authors down to dinner.

Raine Thomas

is the award-winning author of bestselling Young Adult and New Adult fiction. Known for character-driven stories that inspire the imagination, Raine has signed with multiple award-winning producer Chase Chenowith of Back Fence Productions to bring her popular Daughters of Saraqael trilogy to the big screen. She’s a proud indie author who is living the dream.

Raine is a hopeless romantic with a background in the fields of mental health and wedding planning…two areas that intersect far more than one would think. Her years working with children and young adults with emotional and behavioral challenges inspired her to create protagonists who overcome their own conflicts. When she isn’t writing or glued to e-mail or social networking sites, Raine can usually be found vacationing with her husband and daughter on one of Florida’s beautiful beaches or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.

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Thursday teaser: Lee


Lucian & Lia Book 6: romantic erotica

Lee: Lucian & Lia book 6 romantic eroticaBy Sydney Landon

I return to my chair behind my desk and open my email. As usual, there’s a daily report from Jenkins. I open the attachment and begin scrolling down it, seeing nothing new. I’m almost at the bottom when my hand freezes. The name seems to leap from the page. Wrenn. I haven’t spoken that name in twenty years. The last I heard, he was living in Chicago. Even though he’s a man I count as an enemy, I haven’t bothered to watch him through the years. There are plenty of threats a lot closer with more to be pissed off about. I merely took one of his many companies out of his greedy hands. I did that for Victor and Draco. It hadn’t been personal, just another day in the life. Even though it was barely a blip on my radar, I never forget a name from my past. Especially if I wronged them.

According to the report, Liza has been at Hunter’s for almost two hours, so it certainly wasn’t a case of making a wrong turn. Picking up my cell phone, I place a call to the man who shadows the woman I love. As always, he answers simply, “Boss?”

“What is she doing at Hunter Wrenn’s?” I hiss, unable to hide my frustration. I don’t need this. My life has had enough drama in the past year to make me feel twenty years older than my current age of forty-five.

Jenkins, well accustomed to my abrupt personality, answers without pause. “Don’t know, boss. Wrenn’s house is only about ten minutes from her apartment, but she wound around the city, through the country, then onto the expressway. She took a few exits, got back on, then finally made her way there. The whole thing was strange. I just figured she got lost.”

I don’t bother to point out that I know Liza has a GPS in her car. There’s no way she accidentally took a route that far out of the way. I could see her making one wrong turn. Hell, I’d even give her two, but the scenario he just described says something else. She knows me well enough to suspect I keep an eye on her. But why would she not want me to know she was at Wrenn’s? I never discussed the man with her, so regardless of what took her to his house, she should have had no reason to hide it from me. “I want to know immediately if she goes back there. I’d also like for you to do some digging into her background and his. Find the connection.” I’ve never been a man to believe in coincidences, and I damn sure don’t plan to start now. I’m missing something, and I won’t stop until I find out what it is. My previous security head, Sears, ran a background report on Liza as he did all employees before her. Of course, I realized Sears himself was a bumbling idiot who missed key information on Lia. He was fired immediately, which I thought solved the problem. But now I wonder if the dumbass had screwed up much more. “Something is off here, and I want to know what it is as soon as possible.”

“You got it, boss.” I toss my phone onto the desk as a prickle of unease makes its way down my spine.

About Lee

Romantic erotica

My name is Lee Jacks and I’ve lived a life that few could imagine. When you grow up as the son of a crack whore with little more than the clothes on your back most days being accepted by your peers is the last thing you expect. I was always an outcast which was fine by me. It’s what kept my brother and me alive. Survival is something that isn’t taught in public schools, but it damn well should be.

But I’m no longer a gutter rat to be kicked aside like yesterday’s trash. I’m a sought-after member of the Asheville, North Carolina elite and invited to parties given by the upper crust of society.

The one thing I never counted on was falling in love with my assistant Liza. In one of my few selfless acts, I refused to bring her into my corrupt world. When she quits her job, and walks away from me, I soon discover that I never really knew her at all. For she has secrets of her own and one of them could very well be the need to destroy me.

Graphic content warning: This romantic erotica novel contains depictions of violence, sexual abuse and child abuse.

Bestselling romance author Sydney LandonSydney Landon

is the New York Times & USA Today best selling author of:  Weekends Required, Not Planning on You, Fall For Me, Fighting For You, Betting on You, No Denying You, Always Loving You, Pierced and Fractured.  Sydney is currently working on the next book in the Danvers’ Series as well as the Pierced Series.

When she isn’t writing romantic erotica or romance, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and the beach.

She lives with her family in Greenville, South Carolina.

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