Tempted by Felicity Brandon The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book One#DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM #EnemiesToLovers

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Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07Y2YTQSY

Blurb:

Blurb

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.

She’s feisty and tempting.

And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.

I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.

So, Delilah isn’t what I need.

But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.

She might be hiding a secret.

A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.

There’s only one question that remains.

Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?

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Excerpt:

“Can I ask you a question, firecracker?”

Delilah’s belly furled at his tone. It was leading somehow, and she wasn’t entirely sure

she would like where it was heading…

“I get the feeling you’re not being straight with me, Delle, and in some ways, that’s fair

enough.” He paused, those eyes searing into her. “I mean, we haven’t known each other

for that long and you’re entitled to your privacy.”

“But?” Delilah’s heart pounded as she prompted him, yet somehow, she had to know

what was on his mind.

“But I can’t help wanting to know more.” His hand rose to her hip, grazing her flesh

with feathery touches as it traveled to her arse. “I want to know you, Delilah.”

She gulped at that, closing her eyes momentarily. In her thirty-four years, no one had

ever made that sound so good. Or, maybe no one had ever told her it before. Her breath

caught at the thought.

“You seem…” Dalton hesitated and Delilah’s eyes fluttered back open.

“What?” she pressed him. “How do I seem?’

Dalton squeezed her left cheek, massaging the orb roughly and a fresh shoot of pain

surged through Delilah. She gasped at the hurt, her instincts telling her to pull away from

his hands, yet her sex begging her to stay where she was. However much the deed had

stung, it was nothing compared to the hot, wet craving that was building between her

egs again and her restrained hands reached for him, stroking his hardening cock.

“I don’t want to offend you.” His voice was soft, his gaze suggesting the sentiment

was genuine, but Delilah only giggled in response.

Here she was bound in his bed, having being thoroughly humbled by the man and now he

was worried about overstepping the mark?

“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “Whatever you’re going to say, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard

worse before.”

Dalton gazed down at her, “Maybe.”

“Please, sir,” Delilah implored him. “Speak your mind.”

He blew out a breath. “You seem so vulnerable, Delle.”

Her pulse quickened at his statement. “Underneath the hard exterior, I mean, and all that

fiery bravado, you seem like you just want somebody to look after you.”

Delilah’s lips parted. But she pressed them together again. How the hell was he able to do

this—he’d known her for a matter of days and somehow, Dalton was able to read her like

an open book.

“Maybe,” she breathed, trying not to let her shock show.

The corners of his mouth twitched at the gesture, suggesting she had failed in her defences.

“Is there anyone special?” Dalton probed. “Has there ever been?”

She pressed her forehead onto his chest. Delilah didn’t want to get into this conversation.

She couldn’t. Her guard had to remain up if she was going to survive this, and she

had to remember her mission objective. She was here to discover as much about Dalton

as she could and not the other way around, and yet somehow, the man was impossible to

deny. He’d mastered her so completely, but he was such a gentleman in every other way

It’s like he was trying to kill her with kindness. 

And it was working.

That was the real killer— Delilah could feel it was working. Every moment she spent

with him she could sense her defences slipping away.

She was succumbing.

The Gift - A sweet romance by Daryl Devoré #sweet #romance #episodic #flashfiction

The Gift is my latest re-release.

It‘s an whimsical episodic novella that was the final result of a flash fiction

period I went through. I can be a bit long winded.

I needed to learn to cut my word count. I joined a group that wrote a

weekly story that was based on a limited number of 1,000 words and

had to include some of the offered prompts.

Some were words – extinct, a piece of paper with a single line on it,

or the twelfth of never. Others were pictures – a red tulip, blue DNA

or a kiss.

I realized this story was written similarly to stories that were printed

weekly in the newspapers of old. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle presented

Hounds of the Baskervilles this way – with weekly installments.

Brilliant idea.

The newspaper sales that would generate as people got into the story.

So instead of adjusting to fit the story to more modern thinking, I left it

in the episodic form.

There are elements of mystery, playfulness and romance which tie up at

the very end. But I did leave a deliberate hole for the readers to fill. If

you read the story and wish to discuss with me what you think was on

the ground – daryl.devore@yhoo.ca or @daryldevore.

Excerpt

Do you believe in magic? I am beginning to think I do. It can be the only

possible explanation for my story? 

~***~

"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"

I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me.

A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat,

holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path, 

and when his face lifted I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes.

"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"

I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerizing orbs. A mixture of

fear and intrigue fluttered in my belly. "Uh, never. I mean, no one

has ever offered me a tulip."

"A red tulip."

"Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip." Uneasiness

slithered through me. "Nice chatting with you." 

Smiling, I scurried down the path leading away from the park bench and towards the gardener's shed. With Jacobs being sick today, I had to hurry to get the last of the flower beds cleaned and prepared for

spring plantings. The past winter had been bitter. It seemed tree branches and mouse damage wreaked havoc on every one of the one hundred and sixteen different flowerbeds.

I slipped my key into the lock, opened the shed door, stepped inside

and shut it behind me. The fragrance of old wood, potting soil and gas fumes brought a tickle to the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment to indulge in the beauty of his eyes. Emerald green. As brilliant as the gems locked among the diamonds at Tiffany's. Not that I shop there.

Couldn't possibly afford anything on a junior gardener's salary, but I do fantasize when wandering the aisles.

What would it be like to be with a man like that? For those few moments in his presence, I was unable to think. My breath caught in my lungs. My palms were slick with beads of sweat. I shook my head, opened my

eyes, and tugged the ever-present hair tie off my wrist. "Get

over yourself, Darcy. A man like that wants a supermodel who can slink around on eight-inch heels. Not someone who digs in the dirt all day."

Blurb and Buy Links

Daryl Devore’s latest is a sweet whimsical romance with a touch of mystery

Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town,

is trying to make her way in the big city. After a stranger asks a

mysterious question, Darcy finds a red tulip inside her locked

gardening shed.

Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.

But more surprising is his resemblance to the stranger who offered

her the red tulip.

Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is

there really a red tulip trying to link Shamus and her together?

Note- This book was previously published under the author’s pen name – Victoria Adams

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Amazon – Australia – Paperback – later date 

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Taken in Hand #SatSpank #Regency #romance #adventure

This week I'm sharing an excerpt from my Latest Release. Please enjoy.

This is a blog hop, so it would be great if you could check out the other author's posts using the links below. 

 The Viscount's Pet  

With a puzzled shake of his head, he released her. She stumbled as he stepped back. The lack of bodily contact made her feel more alone than ever.

That kiss—the highlight of her life—had turned her bones to jelly and left her trembling for more. Heat had flooded her body. Her dormant libido exploded with new desires, but his contempt splintered her heart into icy spears.

Wicked longings warmed her blood, but she’d been a fool to surrender to his kisses. She’d responded like a wanton when she’d asked him to make her orgasm. While she didn’t regret it, his scorn forced the air from her lungs. Her legs felt feathery and weak. Ashamed of the way her body reacted—to him—she craved a future she couldn’t have.

His voice came out cold enough to freeze the family’s well-stocked trout lake. “Go before I change my mind, but I will watch until you are indoors. And, if I catch you up to mischief again, I’ll bare your arse and spank you until you can’t sit for a week. Someone needs to stop your after-dark meanderings. If your brother doesn’t take you in hand, I will.”

When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Coffee and Crushes at the Cat Café: A Furrever Friends Sweet #Romance #new #romance #excerpt

What do you do when you meet the guy of your dreams? Set him up with your sister, of course.

Kari doesn't have time for love when she's opening her new cat café. Renovating an old restaurant, hiring employees, fighting with the health inspector – oh, and welcoming 16 shelter cats – keeps her plenty busy. She's doing this for the cats, the community, and most of all her family. The café will give her sister, Marley, a job worthy of her baking skills.

Then a tattooed military vet wanders in claiming to be a master baker himself. The café doesn't need another baker, but maybe Marley needs a man. Surely she'll fall for a guy this sweet, this sexy, this tasty.

Colin has other ideas. It's Kari who makes him want to pour on the sugar and turn up the heat. But he's spent the last two years recovering from physical and psychological wounds. Is he really ready for a relationship? He's not even sure he should commit to Samson, the fluffy marshmallow of a cat who steals his heart.

Get this sweet romance on Amazon, or free with Kindle Unlimited.

Excerpt

Kari smiled warmly. “So now you think making coffee sounds good? Or is it the cats that appeal to you?”

He returned her smile, and her knees went weak. He was not her type. She liked intellectual, career-focused men. She had never understood women who raved over a man in uniform. Not that he was in uniform now. She glanced down at his faded jeans and tried not to let her gaze linger on the snug black T-shirt as she looked up again. Now he looked like he should be jumping on a motorcycle without a helmet, not looking for work in a café that featured adoptable cats. Soldier or biker, he wasn’t her type – but she could see the appeal.

A clatter came from the kitchen, where her sister was organizing the supplies. On the other hand, this man might be Marley’s type. After all, Marley had gotten pregnant at eighteen from a tattooed soldier on leave. She’d hardly dated since, but if her ex hadn’t turned her off of the type permanently, she might find this one appealing. But was he a nice guy or a jerk?

“Both, actually.”

It took Kari a moment to realize he was responding to her question about coffee or cats.

About Kris Bock

Kris Bock writes novels of romance, mystery, and suspense. Her Furrever Friends Sweet Romance series features the employees and customers at a cat café. Watch as they fall in love with each other and shelter cats.

Kris also writes romantic suspense set in the Southwestern U.S. If you love Mary Stewart or Barbara Michaels, try Kris Bock’s stories of treasure hunting, archaeology, and intrigue in the Southwest. Sign up for Kris Bock’s newsletter for announcements of new books, sales, and more.

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