xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: June 2019

Thursday, 27 June 2019

For the Love of Max by Gabby Grey #hot #romance #rafflecopter #giveaway

For the Love of Max
By Gabbi Grey

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About For the Love of Max:


Ironworker Dodge Vasilius has been in love with LGBTQ social worker Maxine Reeves since he first met her at a party when her date abandoned her. She’s way out of his league. Except she’s finally left the abusive jerk. Dodge is just checking to make certain she’s safe. Because making a move on the newly single Maxine would be classless…right?

Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
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Excerpt from For the Love of Max:

Procrastinating was getting him nowhere. She was either home or she wasn’t. She was either going to kick him off her property or she wasn’t. She was either going to let him in or she wasn’t.
Wiping his damp palms against his jeans, he sauntered up the steps and knocked.
The door cracked, but the safety chain prevented it from opening fully. He glimpsed a veil of long, black hair.
“Maxine?” She squinted. Damn. The sun behind him was bright in her eyes, casting him in deep shadows.
“It’s Dodge. Remember me? I brought you home after the company Christmas party?” After Garth got wasted and abandoned you? Happy to step in, Dodge had driven her home, trying not to look at her gorgeous legs encased by her tight silver skirt and sheer pantyhose. Red-blooded man he was, he’d adjusted himself when she looked away and had done his best to hide his erection when escorting her to the door.
“Wait.” Say something that’ll keep her talking.
The door closed, opening a moment later.
Dodge was a sucker for sun-kissed light-brown skin, wavy long black hair, almond-shaped dark-brown eyes, soft cheekbones, and a pert nose. The bangs were new as was the yellowing bruise on her cheek.
Ducking her head, Maxine’s hand shot to the bruise.
He gently touched her chin, and when she didn’t recoil, he tipped it, forcing her gaze to his. “The man is an animal. I’m not like him.”
The smile was tentative. “I know.” Soft words, replete with meaning.
Not going to send him away. Yet. But he needed more.
Maxine extended her hand, which he gratefully took. The electric shock shot through him, so strong he expected a blue arc between them.
Her cheeks flushed, her gaze flying to his before lowering. She tried to pull away, but he held tight.

About the Author:

Gabbi Grey has written a lot of words and is now focusing on sharing them with the rest of the world. She writes contemporary, gay, and dark erotic BDSM romances. She believes in happy endings.

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Saturday, 22 June 2019

Escape from a rebuilt Medieval Castle. #action #adventure #paranormal #post-apocalyptic #excerpt

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My book Taken as Theirs is set in a post-apocalyptic world. The UK is split on the Danegeld lines used by the Vikings. 
The werewolves control southern England. The vampires hold the North and Scottish Borders. The demons control Scotland. 
Rumors tell of a human settlement on the Orkneys. 

Cassie is a fertile human in an infertile world. When the vampires capture her, they plan to auction her among the vampire clans. 

Dane and Eli, alpha werewolf twins have other ideas. Before they can claim her, they have to rescue her from the vampire stronghold. 
Only, she has no reason to trust them anymore than she trusts the vampires.  

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Long Except

Cassie tensed when the door opened. The good-looking guy—make that werewolf—she’d spotted earlier charged into her cell. Smiling, he made a beeline for her. Another man followed on his heels, all stern lips, stiff spine, and pitted cheek. The way he stood—fingers spread over his scars as he watched her—meant the scars bothered him. Considering his Lycan origins, his disfigured cheek was the least of her worries.

Both men shared the same athletic build and piercing amber eyes. The one with scars sported a military buzz cut; otherwise, they could have been identical twins. Make that identical Lycan twins.

When the swaggering, sexy one moved toward her, the other nodded and stood back. The pair of them exuded power and confidence.

She’d never seen such stunning males, but she’d heard stories about werewolves—none of them good. Now she was bound and helpless, locked in a room with them. Thanks to the gag, she couldn’t scream for help.

The long-haired one with the hot smile reached out to her. “I’m Eli, princess, and that’s my brother Dane. We’re here to rescue you.”

She shuffled up the bed and curled her legs beneath her. As much as she hated vampires, werewolves made her innards quake.

The short-haired one, Dane, pulled his brother back. “She’s terrified, you fool.”
Eli brushed Dane’s hand from his arm and slowed his movements. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll get you out of here. Come here and let me unbuckle that gag.”

He took a step toward her, but she cowered away. Puzzled, he glanced across at his brother. Dane gave the breeder a stare designed to cow her into obedience. “Something tells me she doesn’t want rescuing. Is that right, little human?”

Cassie flattened her spine against the bedhead. Even if she could explain, they wouldn’t understand. Worse, they might hunt down her sisters. Not knowing what to do, she whimpered and dropped her gaze.

Werewolves were all fangs and claws—natural born killers—and this pair homed in on her. Any moment now, they’d shift into crazed monsters that lived to hurt and maim. Heart beating overtime, she closed her eyes and waited for them to strike.

The men exchanged puzzled glances, then Eli shrugged. “We came to collect the breeder and that’s what we’ll do. Sorry, princess, but you’ll have to keep the gag a while longer.”

As he uncoiled the rope he’d hung over his shoulder, Dane tied a slipknot at one end, making a noose. Eyes hard, face set in determined lines, he stalked toward her. “We won’t hurt you, but don’t fight us. I’d hate for my knots to give way when we lower you down the castle’s curtain wall.”

Stomach churning, Cassie whimpered again, but she let Eli help her to feet. He held her for a second too long and breathed deeply. “It’s your perfume. It’s driving me crazy.”

She kicked his shins and ran across the room. Dane blocked her way, tossed the loop of rope over her head then pulled it beneath her bound arms. When he tightened the loop around her chest, she felt like an animal selected for slaughter.
Cassie was sick of crying, sick of the terror eating at her soul. Determined to stay strong, she tried to wriggle free. Her efforts only tightened the noose beneath her armpits. She wanted out of this rebuilt castle so badly she could taste it, but not with werewolves. Never with creatures like them.

Arms bound, gagged and helpless, she couldn’t shout, slap, or punch. Even if she evaded these two Lycans, the scarred one—Dane—had locked the door behind them. All she could do was submit.

She hated that the vampires had left her so vulnerable. Hell, she hated everything about the sadistic bloodsuckers who’d brought her here. They belonged in films or books but after the plagues, they’d emerged from the shadows, cruel overlords who farmed humans for blood.

The first chance Cassie got, she’d be out of here so fast her feet left scorch marks on the flagstones. She’d had a gut feeling that she’d escape the vampires. The werewolves though… Their possessive gaze sent shockwaves of desire shooting through her. Escaping them would be impossible.

Her eyes widened as the werewolves shed their clothes. She should look away, but their movements—and their bare chests—fascinated her the way a snake does a rabbit. Their bodies rippled with golden muscle as if they walked around naked all summer. They were beautiful and deadly, werewolf warriors who feared nothing. By comparison, she was a scaredy-cat mess.

The last few days had seemed like a nightmare. Now, on top of everything, werewolves invaded her cell. Naked ones with twin erections that waved at her. Whatever this pair planned, she didn’t think those twin cocks would fit inside her. Even the brutish vampire who’d won the auction would be better than them.
Eli—the one with the killer smile—shoved their clothes into his rucksack. When she heard their bones pop, Cassie curled in the corner, trying to make herself less of a target. Their limbs thickened and lengthened. Their teeth elongated into fangs and their fingernails grew into six-inch claws. Their faces grew longer, like killer Alsatian dogs on steroids.

They towered over her, standing well over eight feet tall. Like Popeye after he downed a tin of spinach, their muscles rippled and grew. The few travelers she’d met had called werewolves vicious and savage. And this pair fixated on her.
Eli tossed the rucksack from the window, then tilted his head as if considering the frame. He snapped the bars the way he would pencils then yanked the ends out of the wall. Putting two giant hands—or were they paws—on the wood, he pushed hard. The frame crashed onto the cliff below. The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass echoed toward them.

Nodding in satisfaction, he squeezed his bulk through the hole in the wall and jumped. No one could survive a one-hundred-foot drop. Unable to believe what he’d done, Cassie ran to the window and stared after him. He landed with catlike grace, thrust his arms in the air, and gave Dane a clawed thumbs up.

Dane growled and wrapped the free end of the rope around his waist. Before she could protest, he lifted her onto the window sill. She bucked and fought, terrified of the drop, but bound and gagged, her protests were useless.

Spine stiff and unyielding, Dane cupped her cheek in his hand. His voice came out deeper, more animalistic. Ridiculously masculine, it rumbled around his chest. “You’ve made this hard for yourself, but we won’t hurt you.”

She whimpered again, barely able to think for the terror fogging her thoughts. Ignoring her muffled protests, he pushed her feet over the edge. Sat on the edge of a one-hundred-foot drop, legs dangling, she stiffened and shook her head. Her heart raced so fast she thought it would burst from her chest. His stern body language called her a fool for resisting her rescue, but it felt more like a kidnapping.

The intensity in his gaze told her she was going over the edge come what may. She widened her eyes, silently pleading for him not to do this. He reached out, gave her shoulder a squeeze, and pushed her bottom off the sill.

Friday, 21 June 2019

Besotted by Madison Michael #Freebie #romance #Billionaire #bachelor

The Beguiling Bachelors, Book 4
By Madison Michael

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About Besotted:

He Promised Forever, then Walked Away. Now he wants her back.

Tyler’s Winthrop, rich, handsome, elusive sees his moment to win Regan Howe slipping through his fingers. He has remained on the outskirts of Regan’s life since high school, reluctant to reveal his true past and expose her to danger. Despite their obvious attraction, Tyler has remained her friend and protector, keeping Regan at arm’s length for her own safety,

Regan Howe, won her coveted CEO position through hard work and a willingness to buck family tradition. Now, Brandon Hockney, a handsome US Senator with his eye on the White House, wants her to give it up, along with her home, friends and family for a move to DC and marriage to him.

Regan wants a family but is she prepared to leave all she loves, including the alluring Tyler Winthrop. Regan has waited twenty years for Tyler to commit. He once promised her forever, then he destroyed her trust and her hopes for a future together. Still, she cannot break the ties between them.

When Regan tests the waters with Brandon, Tyler is tapped as acting CEO, throwing the pair together, and forcing both to make a choice. Is this the end or their one last chance at love? Battling overwhelming odds and a racing clock, will Tyler be forced to release his one true love to find happiness with another man? How can he when he’s besotted?

As the danger mounts for Tyler,, can he wrestle free of his past and lure Regan away from her Senator? Join our handsome hero as he attempts to win back his love in this exciting and steamy page turner, the fourth of the sexy, contemporary Beguiling Bachelor romance series.

Excerpt from Besotted:

Regan was just too damn alluring in that dress for him to accept that he couldn’t have her if he wanted her.
He was an idiot. He should have told her years ago. He should have told everyone. Despite the tongue- lashing he was silently giving himself, Tyler was certainly no fool. “The professor” to his friends, he was generally serious and professional. He had the smarts necessary to obtain both an MBA and a law degree, and he was now CEO of LHRE and on hiatus from one of the fastest growing tech companies in the country. He kept his cool in general, but again and again he behaved like an idiot around Regan.
Since that damn frog almost thirty years ago, he had loved no one but Regan. Sometimes they made it work together, like in high school, but most times not. His feelings were unchanged, but something always stopped him from declaring his love and asking her to do the same. This time it was something insurmountable.
And yet Tyler couldn’t stay away. He was the proverbial moth to the flame, flirting with disaster every time he flirted with her. He had promised to stay away, to keep her safe,but the attraction was undeniable. Yep, prize idiot.
Returning to the ballroom after the latest threats, Tyler briefly considered sharing the conversation, coming clean with Regan and perhaps moving their relationship forward. He was at a fork in the road but remained silent, Tyler knew he was on the wrong path but couldn’t summon the will to fix it. Not only were his problems unsolvable, but she was involved with Brandon. Tyler felt hopeless.
He was preoccupied just as Regan accused, but Tyler tried to give Regan the attention she deserved. He failed miserably until Regan suggested they just leave. That got his attention. Who knew when he would hold her in his arms again.
“Come dance with me again. It would be a crime to waste that dress.”
Encircling Regan in his arms, his body responded to her nearness, even as his mind worried over the earlier texts. He was unaware of his hand stroking her back, fingers lightly skimming over her bare skin. He wasn’t thinking clearly when he pulled her close or when he dropped kisses on her hair. He wasn’t paying attention, just acting on instinct, Regan was responding, her breath growing uneven, her hands clinging to his shoulders.

About the Author:

Madison Michael is an indie publisher, blogger and the author of the Beguiling Bachelor Series as well as the novella Desire & Dessert, from her sizzling B & B Billionaire Bachelor series.

A Chicago native and hopeless romantic, Maddy was raised on Chicago culture, fairy tales, great literature and swashbuckling movies. Maddy employs that history, writing steamy contemporary romance novels set against the sumptuous backdrop of Chicago’s elite society.

After receiving a BA in Journalism from the University of Illinois and an MBA from Loyola University of Chicago, Madison abandoned her writing to find her way in the corporate business world. Daughter of a librarian, it was inevitable that she would return to the world of books.

Maddy writes from high above Chicago where she can stare at its gorgeous skyline or the shores of Lake Michigan surrounded by feline assistants. When she is not writing,, Maddy can be found lost in a book, fighting for the rights of the mentally iil or dining on Chicago’s famous cuisine. Hot dogs and pizza, anyone?

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Tuesday, 18 June 2019

Mail Order Bride: The Breakaway #kathyLWheeler #cowboy #excerpt #mailorderbrides #historicalwesternromance #kathyLWheeler

Mail Order Bride: The Breakaway:

Tragedy sent Sherman Elias McHuay west twelve years ago. But
his troubled past barrels in like a runaway train or—more
appropriately—smacks him over the head in the form of a
violet-eyed miss without a lick of common sense to her name.
If one could actually determine her name.
Amaris Johnston’s carefully laid plans to head west as a mail
order bride ratchet up when an announcement for her impending
nuptials to the son of a prominent US Senator are set to go public.
Not that she’d agreed to marry in the first place. A forced
engagement and her family—a conniving slew of ambitious and
power-hungry tyrants—send her running for the Colorado hills.
Can a slow talking sheriff and a headstrong girl bent on
recklessness outwit her powerful family?

Excerpt: Mail Order Bride: The Breakaway

“Who are you, Mari Jones?”
She didn’t disappoint, leaning into him and whispering, “Aw,
Sheriff, you don’t really want to know.”
He couldn’t tell if she was teasing him as an interminable silence
blanketed them before she seemed to come to her senses. She
squared her shoulders and stepped back, clinging to his damn cat.
She turned her back to him, clearing her throat. “The truth is,
Sheriff. I’m a mail order bride. Already bought and paid for,” she
said primly.
The words didn’t penetrate until she was halfway down the path.
An unexplained fury roared through him and he was on her,
grasping her upper arms spinning her around.
“The hell you are,” he bit out before he crashed his mouth over hers
with an unleashed violence he hadn’t experienced since Johnston
held his hand over fire coercing his promise to leave town.
The desire to invade this beauty’s mouth threatened his ability in
remaining upright. Her shock softened into the sweetest response.
It was life-changing, life-saving. How was it possible?
Comprehension ricocheted seeped through a veil of fog. A single
searing bullet that imploded his chest. Innocent. She was an
innocent and he was in the worst danger of violating her. He tore
his mouth away with a sharpness that left him gasping for breath,
his lungs burning with need. His scarred hand throbbed.
The only sound in the still night was the harsh intake of their
breathing. Relief flooded him. He was not the only one affected.
Her large purple eyes glowed like ice in the slivered moonlight.

About Kathy L Wheeler

Kathy L Wheeler (a.k.a. Kae Elle Wheeler for her Cinderella Series) has a BA in Management Information Systems from the University of Central Oklahoma that includes over forty credit hours of vocal music. She was a computer programmer for the Hertz Corporation for over fifteen years and utilizes karaoke for her vocal music talents. Other passions include the NFL, the NBA, travel, musical theatre, painting, reading, and writing.
She is a member of several chapters of the Romance Writers of America: Greater Seattle chapter, Olympia and Eastside chapters, The Beau Monde Chapter and Hearts Through History.
Her main sources of inspiration come from mostly an over-active imagination. She currently resides in the Seattle area with her musically talented husband, Al, and their bossy cat, Carly, and sweet dog, Angel.

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Tuesday, 11 June 2019

Mail Order Bride: The Counterfeit by Kathy L Wheeler #excerpt #cowboy #mailorderbride #historical #KathyLWheeler #atwistofsuspence

Mail Order Bride: The Counterfeit

After a disastrous first marriage, Will Jeffers hasn’t the stomach
for another emotionally entailed union. All he needs is a wife to
cook, nurse his mother, and look after the homestead. But good
women are few and far between in Colorado mining country.
A mail order bride is the perfect solution.

Amelia Johannasen is running for her life. Her mother has decided
it’s time her daughter joined the family business, shattering
Amy’s dreams of marrying for love. Imagine her surprise when
she is mistaken for Will Jeffers mail order bride.

With a head for numbers and talent for spinning tall-tales but no
notion of how to cook or nurse a manipulative old woman how
can she reach the heart of a man once burned so badly, he’s
sworn off love?

Excerpt: Mail Order Bride: The Counterfeit

“I’m happy to see you made it safe, ma’am. I apologize for
being late, but as I mentioned in my letters, my ma, well, with her
sick and all. I figured we oughta to start back right after the
She froze still as a statue. “Ceremony?”
“Our nuptials. I’m afraid I can’t leave Ma alone for long. No
tellin’ what kind of—” He chuckled, but even to his own ears
it sounded forced. “We can, uh, talk about that later. Your nursin’
skills and all.”
Those lovely eyes blinked up at him. And once again, he found
himself drowning in bewitching sensations.
She heaved in a deep breath and let it out slow. “We’re to be …
m-married? Now?
He hardened his tone. “Yes’m.” He had no time for cold feet or
feminine hysterics. “It’s what we agreed on, ma’am.” He bit out
the words, tamping down the surge of irritation…and something
he couldn’t define. Panic, that she wouldn’t follow through? It
was ridiculous, an outrageous thought. He shook it off and pressed
on, determined to see his plans fulfilled. “Er, I don’t get to the
Springs all that often. And there ain’t no preacher within twenty
miles of Cripple Creek.”
Her plump lips turned down. The sight coiled his insides tighter
than a rattler ready to strike. “Cripple Creek? That’s a long way,
Was she trying to renege? He steeled his spine. He’d done wasted
enough time and money getting’ her here. More than anything he
wanted, no needed, to secure this marriage.
Something banded his chest, squeezing out every square inch of
air, at the same time, softened him inside. Desire rippled through
him. “I’m working the mines near there,” he said gently. “The
homestead isn’t quite that far out.”
The small breath and small nod she gave, released his own held
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s a long way.”

About Kathy L Wheeler

Kathy L Wheeler (a.k.a. Kae Elle Wheeler for her Cinderella Series) has a BA in Management Information Systems from the University of Central Oklahoma that includes over forty credit hours of vocal music. She was a computer programmer for the Hertz Corporation for over fifteen years and utilizes karaoke for her vocal music talents. Other passions include the NFL, the NBA, travel, musical theatre, painting, reading, and writing.
She is a member of several chapters of the Romance Writers of America: Greater Seattle chapter, Olympia and Eastside chapters, The Beau Monde Chapter and Hearts Through History.
Her main sources of inspiration come from mostly an over-active imagination. She currently resides in the Seattle area with her musically talented husband, Al, and their bossy cat, Carly, and sweet dog, Angel.

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