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Title: A Will and a Way
Author: Maggie Wells
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Publication Date: July 5, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Format: Ebook


What’s a nice widow like you doing in a place like this?….

Consummate ladies man Will Tarrant has made it to middle age without walking down the aisle. People think he’s anti-marriage, but he knows he just hasn’t met the right woman yet. Then he lays eyes on Southern Belle Betty Asher–in the neighborhood pub of all places. She’s new in town, perfectly gorgeous–and a perfect lady. But can Will be a perfect gentleman?…

With small town life and her cheating late husband behind her, Betty is looking forward to big city adventure. When she captures the attention of the local heartthrob, she even indulges in some hot and heavy flirtation. After all, it isn’t everyday she gets to play the merry widow. She assumes their acquaintance will end there, until a job interview lands her in Will’s office–and in his arms once more. Despite their irresistible attraction, Betty’s enjoying her freedom, while Will’s finally ready to put a ring on it. Now he’ll just have to convince her that nothing could be sweeter than being tied down–with him.

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Look at this beautiful cover for FLIP THIS LOVE (Coastal Heat #2)!!!!

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Nothing draws a magnate like a steel magnolia…
Harley Cade is back in town—and the former bad boy is downright irresistible now that he’s donned a hard hat and set to work restoring the South’s finest homes to their former grandeur. While wealth may have gained Harley entry into high society, it’s going to take a lot more than a fat bank account to win the lovely Laney Tarrington.
Laney isn’t open to giving the self-made magnate a second chance—no matter how much she needs him. With her family fortune gone, Laney finally has to stand on her own two feet. The last person she’d ever lean on is Harley, the man who left her behind with nothing more than memories of the passion they once shared….
With the attraction still burning hot between them, Harley isn’t above seduction—or secretly buying Laney’s bankrupted family’s estate. After all, he no longer has to prove himself to anyone, least of all the daughter of Mobile, Alabama’s most prestigious family. But will pride keep Harley from gaining the biggest prize of all—a place in Laney’s heart?
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Teaser Tuesday – Aidee Ladnier

The Klockwerk Kraken

By Aidee Ladnier



When the right space pilot walks into his bar, a desperate bartender uses all his wiles (and tentacles) to talk the man into business and his bed–but the spacer is still enslaved by his past and isn’t sure he can deal with a two-armed lover, much less one with six.

As the supply shipments stop coming, Teo Houdin needs all his tentacles to keep his waystation bar open. Facing a riot by thirsty miners stranded in the backwater of the galaxy, Teo helps a greenie space pilot buy a ship in return for a regular haul of liquor. But he longs for the courage to invite the enigmatic spacer to fill his lonely bed as well.

Still smarting from his newly implanted navigational ports, Jimenez knows owning his own ship will prevent him from ever being bought and sold again. For a former slave, transporting cargo through the emptiness of space sounds like paradise, but after meeting the compassionate and sexy Teo, his heart feels empty, too.

At the edge of the galaxy’s spiral arm, can Teo convince Jimenez that the heart has its own tentacles and theirs should be entwined forever?


Jimenez opened the bar’s airlock and the urge to run out again washed over him like a splash of cold water. He commanded his frozen legs to shuffle forward and inside. This could turn ugly if he lost his concentration for even a moment. But he wouldn’t. He’d been practicing, becoming accustomed to groups larger than this for revs now.

He could be just like everyone else.

None of them would see the scars on his back or the brand of his tattoo that had marked him since puberty.

Men and women filled half the tables and booths, some laughing and drinking, a few puffing blue smoke. The gaming tables on the side were empty, while a lone player at the billiard table opposite pocketed ball after ball. The room rang with loud voices, clinking glasses, and raucous music.

Jimenez slid into an empty spot at the pale stone bar and caught sight of the clearest, happiest eyes he’d ever seen, a shade lighter than the man’s tousled brown mop above. A dimple quirked at the side of his full lips, mesmerizing Jimenez. The loud voices behind him slid away and for a moment, it was quiet in his mind. Jimenez flinched when his shoulder was jostled and the spell broke.

“Hey, you okay, buddy? First time? What can I pour for you?”

Jimenez blinked, realizing the tall bartender was speaking to him. The man’s smiling eyes crinkled at the corners of his bronzed face. Jimenez swallowed, and he ducked his chin, trying not to stare again, trying to hide his hot cheeks. He’d never been so close to such a handsome man.

“Did you want a drink?” The bartender quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah… I mean yes. Whiskey neat.” His voice came out gruffer than he expected.

“Bourbon, Scotch, Rye…?”

“Surprise me.” It was a game Jimenez played. He’d order whiskey and discover what the bartender served. If he reached for the rail bottle closest to hand, it meant he would pour either the cheapest or the local favorite. If he pulled something from the top shelf, the bartender angled for a bigger tip. But if he grabbed a decanter off to the side or behind another bottle, he’d score the bartender’s personal pick.

“Coming right up.”

The bartender raised a tentacle in greeting, calling out to another patron.

Oh, God. The man was a Pod.

Of course he was.

In a joint named the Klockwerk Kraken, who better to tend the bar than a tentacled man?

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Teaser Tuesday – Andrea Dalling

HANDLING CYNTHIA, Book 2 in the Second Chances series by Andrea Dalling, is now available on Kindle Unlimited.

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Cynthia Darlington can’t forget how Trent Weber kissed her before they left for college—backed up against her Mustang, wrists firm in his grip, her body yielding to his desire. Now, five years later, she seeks him out at their class reunion, newly aware of her submissive nature, and hungering for his dominance. With so much time and distance between them, he’s practically a stranger now. Giving herself to Trent could be the culmination of all her hopes—or a teenage fantasy gone horribly wrong.

When Trent watched Cyn walk away after their kiss five years ago, it was enough humiliation to last a lifetime. But with one look at her in that tight black dress, his old desire resurfaces—and with it, the dark fantasies of her bound and submitting to his will. He longs to master this beautiful, confident, and supremely independent woman. If he can’t convince her to submit to her deepest cravings before the weekend is out, he could lose his last shot at the one who got away.

This BDSM erotic romance novella is intended for an adult audience. It contains scenes of flirtation, hot kisses, seductive bowling, a spoiled sub, a demanding Dom, second thoughts, and second chances.

With a thrill in his stomach, Trent caught sight of Cyn. She looked edible. Short dark hair, ivory shoulders he wanted to graze his teeth across. The old fantasies rushed back—fingers closed around her wrists, restraining her the way he had during that kiss. What would she think of him if she knew?

Moot point, because he’d never get that close to her again. Fool me twice, shame on me. He wouldn’t be a fool for any woman. Not even Cyn.

As he approached, she stepped forward and hugged him. He breathed her perfume, like oranges at Christmas, and imagined himself taking a bite. She held him in a long embrace. A knot in his chest loosened and he held her close, then remembered his resolve. As he pulled back, the accidental glide of his palm down the silky bare skin of her arm shot heat into his groin.

His throat thickened. Ever since that decadent kiss, his fantasies of dominating her had grown stronger, darker. Her body, so pliant in his arms as he’d held her against the Mustang when they were teenagers, had betrayed her submissive bent.

“I’ve missed you.” The words spilled from his lips without intent. Way to play it cool.
She stepped back and smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “I missed you, too.”


Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/19/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Post-mortem: Part I


Melody blinked up at her, the to-go cup of coffee poised millimeters from her lips. “And that is was it? He just left?”

Monica peered into the depths of the cardboard box in the center of the island and shrugged as she extracted a doughnut. “Well, yeah, what was he supposed to do?”

Emma zipped through the kitchen, high on hot chocolate and fried dough, singing a song about a sparkly castle on glittery hill. She ran smack into Monica’s leg mid-twirl, grinned up at her, completely oblivious to bits of flyaway brown hair adhered to her sticky cheeks, and held up one sugar-glazed hand in silent supplication. Monica obligingly dropped a doughnut hole into her waiting palm.

The little girl twirled away and Monica turned back to her sister. “What would you have done?”

Melody took the delayed sip of her coffee, then heaved a dramatic sigh. “I suppose I would have gone.”


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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/5/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Colm’s a little introspective after the fact.


From the moment he first saw her at the playground, he’d been drawn to her. Throughout dinner, he’d tried to convince himself that it was physical attraction and nothing more. But even that was bad enough. He didn’t want a one-time encounter with a complicated woman to be the yardstick he used to measure any future relationship he might have.

His attraction to Monica was more than physical, and that wasn’t good. He liked her laugh. Loved her quick wit and curious nature. Wanted to know more about her. Why did she pile ten thousand pillows on her bed? Did it bother her that he let his son play with dolls? Would he like her any less if it did?


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Teaser Tuesday – Kira Shayde

Desires at War: Primal Shifters Book Two


When the humans became animals, the animals became humans. Shape-shifting humans. And the African lion, the pinnacle of hunters in the wild, replaced man as top dog in the Serengeti. The disparaged spotted hyena, often the more tenacious and successful predator on the savannas, was the lion’s natural enemy. Becoming human didn’t change that. It only made it worse.


Months as a POW leaves lion shifter Fix Ainran struggling to recover, but he can’t get the curvaceous Caryn Plumar out of his mind. Yet the beautiful daughter of the hyena Chairman only torments the disabled former soldier with heated trysts before pulling away.


No matter how much she desires Fix’s touch, Caryn’s obligations involve more than fighting for an independent hyena state in a land ruled by lions and fraught with war. She must sacrifice any chance of happiness and freedom by marrying within the clan to ensure her safety.


Unable to stay apart, Fix and Caryn defy societal rules and risk their lives as they battle enemies, search for the truth about his captivity…and fall in love.





As if she wasn’t miserable enough, the clouds cracked opened and rain poured down in sheets. She groaned. Rainy season in the savannas meant weeks of uncertain weather, and she’d stupidly left the palace without an umbrella or poncho. Before long, the rain slicked her clothes to her skin and plastered her hair to her neck. Halfway to her car, she stopped and simply stared up at the gray skies. Was this a sign?


Nothing but a toy. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, immediately washed away by the rain. A clap of thunder muffled her sob.


A voice called out her name, and she glanced over her shoulder. Soaked from the rain, Fix pushed hard on his wheelchair, head down. Strands of wet sandy-red hair fell over his eyes.


“Screw you!” she yelled into the strong wind, not even sure he could hear her.


His chin lifted, and his gaze burned fierce. She could’ve sworn she saw anguish in those piercing lion eyes, and her resolve wavered. No, just her imagination. After whirling around, she sprinted across the parking lot, her waterlogged sandals sending rain splatters up her bare legs. Approaching her car, she fumbled in her purse, digging for the remote.


A hand clutched her wrist, and she gasped, jerking back. Like a second skin, Fix’s wet T-shirt outlined his wide shoulders, broad chest, and wiry biceps.


“No,” he growled. “Don’t leave.”


“Let go of me!” She clawed at his fingers.


“Stop it, Caryn.” With lightning speed, he grabbed her other wrist. “I can explain.”


She twisted, her wet locks of hair slapping against her face, but his grip merely tightened. She yanked against his hold. “Fix, stop. You’re hurting me.”


He released her at once.


Staggering into her car, she glared at him. “I’m not interested in being a member of your pride. Not my style.”


Strain etched his chiseled features. “Please don’t leave. I’m not involved with Zuri.” He wiped rainwater from his eyes. “Zuri has a boyfriend. She was just trying to help me.”


“Help?” Caryn barked out a sharp laugh.


He dragged a hand through his drenched hair, slicking it back. “She thought by making you jealous, you’d realize…”


His pained stare fell to his legs, and Caryn’s heart stopped cold. She pressed a fist to her mouth. How could she have been so clueless? She should never have let him leave her garden angry. She hadn’t meant to give him the impression he was any less of a man.


Bracing his fists on his legs, he exhaled deeply. “It was stupid of me to play along with Zuri. But I wanted you to see that I’m still a desirable guy, even with—”


Caryn swooped down and cupped his face in her hands. “You are a desirable guy,” she said. “Too damn desirable. That’s the problem.”


His gaze met hers, and his lips parted slightly. A blinding bolt of lightning split the sky, and a clap of thunder reverberated around them.


“Maybe we should take cover from the storm,” he said, reaching to open the back door of her car. He cocked his head, eyeing her from head to toe. “You’re soaked, Ms. Plumar, did you know that?”


She looked down, her thighs visible through her now sheer dress. “I take it you can see everything?”


“Oh, yeah.” His slow grin left her breathless. “And lacy bras are a total turn-on for me.”


Her knees weakened, and she clutched the door handle, struggling to control her conflicted feelings. Didn’t he understand where this could lead?


“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Let me warm you up.”


His deep, sexy voice lit a fuse inside her. More than desirable, this man was downright dangerous. Damn straight he knew exactly where this could lead.


But would she follow?





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Kira enjoys studying love, sex, and relationships, and has a thing for shapeshifters, demons, mythological gods, the fae, and chocolate cake. As a romance writer, she explores somewhat atypical pairings and settings and can’t help adding a twinge of societal awareness to her works, but the focus is always on the developing romance, passion, and happy endings. Some of her books are erotic romances, but you won’t find any hard-core BDSM. Kira prefers her hero and heroine to share the power and share the love.


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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/28/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! How about a little kissy action this week?


He dipped his head and captured her mouth. The kiss started slow and sweet, but ended so mind-bendingly hot she wondered how she’d ever though the word ‘sweet’ could apply. He gave her a half second to catch her breath, then kissed her again. This time, his tongue swept into her mouth. Demanding its due. Reclaiming every bit she might have inadvertently washed away. When he relinquished her at least, her breath came in short, soft puffs that bounced off him and washed back over her.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. When he reached the base, he nuzzled the little notch between her clavicles then dipped his tongue into the hollow. Her breath caught and held when he lifted his head to look her straight in the eye.


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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/21/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts!


“I can stay for a while tonight, but I’ll have to leave. I always pick Aiden up early.”

Okay, he was laying ground rules. Ground rules were good. She played it cool as her bra straps started a slow slide over her shoulders and down her arms. “That’s fine.”

There, that should do it. We can go for the wham-bam and call it a night, or we can go at it a little more. No pressure, no expectation. Well, almost no expectations.


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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/14/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts!


“I’d forgotten how soft a woman’s skin is,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You smell so good. Fresh and flowery, not like socks, gummy candy and sour milk.”

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it. “Thank you.”

He winced, then pushed himself into a sitting position as the cab started to slow. Ever the gentleman, he pulled her up, then made a valiant effort to erase the evidence of their backseat tumble by tugging ineffectually at her skirt, then taking a brusque swipe at the front of her blouse. She jerked at the ungainly contact and he yanked his hand away as if he’d been scalded.

“Wow. I just…” He pressed the heel of his hand to one eyebrow then blew out a breath. “You have no idea how close you just came to getting a spit bath.”


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