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The Honest Change
“You don’t want to be caught sneaking to the top, do you?” he asks, with a devilish grin on his face, which makes my nether regions instantly throb, swell and stiffen to an almost painful degree.
“No.” It escapes my lips more as a whisper, than an actual sound. The intensity grows between us, our eyes locked, his arms still pinning me back, and he leans towards me. A little whimper escapes my lips, and he brushes the side of my cheek with the back of his hand, my eyes close and flicker instinctively.
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Her Dom’s Secret Past
by Suzy Shearer
Heat Rating: Level 3
Word Count: 86,000
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When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list. For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire. Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again. Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.
NOTE: This is told in 1st person POV from both the Hero and Heroine.
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may offend some readers.
Somehow, I’d managed to keep on my feet when the big wave crashed over Anabelle and me. She surfaced, spluttering, and I held out a hand. She let me help her up and I held her hand a little longer than necessary.“Thank you, John.”“You’re welcome. That was one big wave.”“Sure was, but it’s fun.”She was still grinning and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched.It was all I’d dreamed of and more. It was electrifying.Our kiss was soft, tender, and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I could get used to this. We finally separated and gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she stared into my eyes.“I couldn’t resist.”“I … neither could I, John.”“I’d certainly like to do it again.”“Then maybe you should.”We stood there, the waves crashing around us, as I kissed her again. This time I took my time reveling in the taste of her, mixed with the salty water. Her hands pressed against my chest. When we stopped, I whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you reading.”“You have?”I nodded and traced her lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her again. It was wild. The surf pounding against us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the surface.“Sadly I have to accept that kissing and big waves don’t mix very well.”She gave another of her lovely carefree laughs.“I think you’re right. Come on up to my place and I’ll make you a coffee or tea.”We waded back to shore. Anabelle picked up her towel and I realized mine was further down the beach.“I’ll just get my towel and then join you.”She nodded and continued walking back to her villa while I limped down to where I’d tossed my towel, picked it up, and then followed her into her villa. She’d thrown her towel on one of the outdoor chairs and was in the kitchen. I dropped my towel to join hers after drying off and walked to where she was. She turned to face me at my approach and it was all I could do not to grab her and kiss her again. Her face showed a little nervousness and I smiled.“Coffee or tea?”“Still an Englishman, it’s tea for me.”“Do you want to try the Chinese White?”“I’m sorry, I only drink black tea.”She gave a giggle. “So do I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I love it.”“In that case, I’d better try it.”She nodded and set to making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to me.“Thanks.”“You’re welcome.”I took a sip of the tea and let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity. Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.“It’s lovely. I think I may have to convert.”“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”We savored our tea in silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed her give a shiver.“Cold?”“A little.”I stood and moved behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.“Maybe you should change into something warmer than this damp suit.”© Suzy Shearer 2018
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Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop’s Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter’s Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon’s Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon’s list in the erotic/ménage category.
In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors. A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect. When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser. As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well. Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn’t just for the under 30s. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/
E-BOOKS OUT NOW
The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked
The Hunters series
A Hunter’s Heart – Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice – Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge – Book 3
Dark Desires series (each book is a standalone)
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Her Dom’s Secret Past
I just love the cover for Missing his Cage
To be published in April at Siren Bookstrand!
Here’s a short exclusive blurb :
Tormented and tortured by his adoptive family, Cage flees in the night with only his instincts to guide him. Destination? A human city, apparently. His confusion is cleared after a
chance encounter with a man straight out of
Mikkal Daggart was tired of being on the run. After being framed, he’d disappeared, waiting for the
right moment to prove his innocence. The best
place to hide? A human city. Only trouble seems to follow him everywhere and after saving a strange man’s life, Mikkal knows his hideout is
no longer safe. Not that it matters much, he has bigger problems. They go by the name of Cage.
Was this a second chance to regain something Mikkal had thought
Will Cage find out just what had always been
different about himself?
Will finding answers help the two broken men mend their hearts and build a happier
And the next one in the series is half done already! Yay!
Burning for Him
by Kristine Cayne
Valerio DeLuca, firefighter and single father, is struggling to juggle his demanding job, his young daughter, and his dreams of working on Seattle Fire Department’s technical rescue team. Most of all, he’s been struggling to hide his bisexuality from his family and coworkers.
In walks Chris Edwards, the tall, black, and incredibly handsome firefighter determined to forget the past, forget the breakup that left his heart in tatters, and start afresh at Station 59. Never again will he get involved with a man who has children. Losing a child he’d come to think of as his own just about killed him.
When Chris meets Val, he knows that Val is the man who can bring him back to life, the one who can help him to feel joy again. That is, until he learns Val’s secret.
Burning for Him © Kristine Cayne, 2018
Val’s head hurt like a motherfucker. He cracked open an eye and was immediately seized by an intense feeling of disorientation. The bright paint on the walls seemed to attack his brain like a madman with the pick end of a Halligan. Why were the walls yellow? They were supposed to be gray-blue. The walls in his own bedroom were the soothing color of the ocean, not this aggressively happy sunshine color.
Rolling his head to the side, carefully, he spied a brown shoulder attached to a broad muscular back. The skin was so smooth and perfect he wanted to lick it.
That’s when he remembered—he had licked it. The man’s back and so much more.
Oh God. He hadn’t wanted to sleep with Chris. Okay, he had wanted to, but he hadn’t planned to.
It had been good though. So damn good. He smiled at the memory of Chris’s mouth stretched wide, that plump bottom lip he’d fantasized about cushioning his cockhead while the man’s tongue rolled around and around. Val let out an involuntary moan as his dick hardened and his belly clenched with need.
Sex with Chris had been amazing, even if all they’d done was give each other blow jobs. He could only wonder how good it would be when—no! Yes, when—Chris took his ass. His cock was long and thick, and Val wanted it inside him.
Damn. Val scratched at his already too long beard. He shouldn’t be here. This was going to be nothing but awkward at the station.
Chris rolled over. “Morning.”
Before Val could force enough blood back into his brain to respond, Chris pulled him against that wide muscular chest. His warm brown skin was smooth, almost hairless, and the dark, flat nipples made Val’s mouth water. He inhaled sharply, and Chris’s scent—a mix of cologne, sex, and Chris himself—invaded his nostrils. Val wanted to burrow under the covers and draw it deep into his lungs, mark himself with it. Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“You okay?” Chris asked in a sleep-laden voice that had Val’s morning wood jerking against the man’s leg. Chris snorted. “Ah… I see. That I can help you with.”
And without another word, he rolled them over so Val was on top of him. It felt as good as it had the previous morning. He loved that he could lie on Chris like this, their entire bodies connected. It was so completely different than being with Francesca. Thank God.
You don’t have time for this.
Shit. He didn’t want this, not a boyfriend or even a friend with benefits. Hell, he barely had time for the occasional Grindr hookup.
And the longer he lingered, the harder it was going to be to let Chris go.
“I-I’ve got to…” Val said, climbing off Chris. He stood and scanned the room for his jeans. After finding them hanging off the back of Chris’s dresser, he hurried to pull them on. With a feeling of déjà vu, he hopped around on one foot, nearly tripping and falling on his face. Damn it. He’d done this exact same thing two days ago when Holly had been banging on his door.
Holly. “Oh shit. I really need to go.” He glanced at his watch. It wasn’t a lie. He had to be at her place in fifteen minutes to pick up the kids or she’d be late for work. Holly was going to fucking kill him.
Looking like a mouthful of sex, Chris leaned against the headboard, the white sheet falling nonchalantly over his naked hips. Val swallowed his tongue.
“You free tonight?” Chris asked. “We could go out for dinner or back to O’Riley’s for a drink.”
Hell no! Val bent down to pick up his shirt and tugged it over his head so Chris couldn’t read his expression. The last place he wanted to be seen alone with Chris was at a firefighter hangout. “I can’t tonight. Sorry, dude.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He’d be watching Mia and Charlie while Holly was on shift.
“Dude, huh?” Val heard the creak of the bed as Chris got up. His large hand clamped onto Val’s shoulder and spun him around. “How about tomorrow then?”
“Nope. Already got plans… Family stuff, you know?” Not a lie either.
Completely undeterred, Chris persisted. “Okay, well, the day after is out because we’re both working. What about the day after that?”
Val quickly averted his gaze and scooped up his shoes. “Sorry. Got plans then too.”
Chris took a step back and crossed his arms over that ripped chest. Val went through great pains to avoid staring or letting his gaze drop a few feet lower to take in that glorious erection in all its sleek nakedness. He should just leave. He wanted to leave. But Chris was blocking the way to the door.
“What I can’t figure out,” Chris said, tapping a finger on his lip, “is whether you’re blowing me off because you think you’re straight and that last night was a mistake, or whether you’re blowing me off because I’m black and last night was a mistake.”
“Fuck, Chris,” Val said, his chest heaving with shock. “I knew you were black when I came home with you.”
“And now the thought of dating a black man scares the shit out of you.”
“Dating?” Jesus. He didn’t plan on dating anyone, especially not Chris.
“I like you, Val. And I want to get to know you better.”
Breathe. Val hugged his shoes to his chest. He really shouldn’t have come here last night. He should’ve had one or two drinks, then gone to Holly’s to pick up Mia. That was what a responsible father did. But he hadn’t done that, because being with Chris had felt too good. Sure, they were next to strangers, but if he allowed it, they could be so much more. He knew it, felt it in his bones. And therein lay the danger. “I-I’m sorry. I really can’t.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No.” Val bent down to put his shoes on. When he straightened, Chris’s gaze was on him. His head was tilted to the side as though he were scrutinizing an intriguing problem, trying to determine the best way to attack a challenging fire.
After a few long, tense moments, Chris’s lips pursed. “You’re not out, are you?”
Kristine Cayne is the author of romantic suspense, erotic romance, and lgbt romance. Her books have won numerous awards and acclaim. Her first book, Deadly Obsession, was an RT Book Reviews Top Pick and won Best Romance in the 2012 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards. Her second book, Deadly Addiction, won two awards at the 2014 eFestival of Words and 1st place in the INDIE Awards, Romantic Suspense Category (a division of Chanticleer Book Reviews Blue Ribbon Writing Contests).
Her book Under His Command won Best BDSM Romance at the 2012 Sizzling Awards and was a finalist in the 2013 eFestival of Words and 2013 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Awards, and her book Everything Bared was a finalist in the Erotic category of the I Heart Indie awards.
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February 13, 2018
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Three: A Love Story, by Adriana Kraft
Three lives—but how many loves?
Committed lovers for three years, Jamie and Susan are good together. Jamie knows she wants Susan in her life forever. But what if that’s not enough?
Both bi, the two have continued dating men occasionally, and now Jamie’s falling in love with Mason. Can she love two persons? Will her love for either one wrench the other one out of her life?
Jamie’s convinced a long-term three-way relationship is the answer, but none of the players is prepared for what’s coming. Two-way relationships are hard enough—is a three-way even possible? And if so, what must each of them give up to create it?
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