Thursday, August 25, 2016

New Release: Heart of Desire by Jenna Jaxon

Heart of Desire by Jenna Jaxon

She really should’ve known better than to wager with her brother. His ability to assume a completely expressionless face when playing cards or placing bets had become extremely annoying. “No one could lose with good grace if they had to put up with Lord Haversham for even five minutes during a waltz. It is quite impossible to fathom. Even you, dear brother, would not take it well.”

“How fortunate then that I shall never be required to stand up with Haversham.” Nathan laughed, and Kate clenched her hands. Just because her brother fancied himself a great wit did not make it true.

“Well, mark my words, I will never undertake a wager with you or anyone else again with a forfeit involving Lord Haversham.” Just saying the name was like biting into an unripe persimmon. It turned her mouth inside out.

Nathan watched her, rubbing his fingers over his watch fob. “You are in your third Season, Kate. You could do worse than Haversham, you know.”

“Worse than…” She stared at her brother, expecting devil’s horns to sprout from his dark curly head. “How could anyone be worse than Marcus, Earl of Haversham?”

“You sound as though the man’s a scoundrel or a cad. He’s a good man, Kate. He may have fallen on hard times at the present. His father’s death affected him very deeply.” Nathan stared at her, frowning. 

“I am sorry for his loss, but that doesn’t excuse—”

“He hadn’t expected to take on the mantle of responsibility for some years to come.” Her brother jumped to his friend’s defense. “By the time he got himself in hand, the estates had begun a downward slide. His uncle’s helping him take the reins of the family investments, so that should be all right. But Haversham himself is a good man. He’d make a good husband.”

Kate’s jaw dropped. “Do you seriously want me to marry him?” She grimaced and swallowed convulsively. “My mouth doesn’t even want to say the words.” That lemonade would’ve been welcome right about now. “I wouldn’t marry him if he were…were… There is no instance where I would consent to marry him.”


Follow your heart to find your desire

Miss Katherine Locke is irked to start her third season dancing with the disagreeable Lord Haversham, her brother’s friend and her own arch enemy. After three years out, however, she’s finally interested in the dashing Lord Finley—only to find out her cousin has set her cap for him too. To make the man jealous, Kate feigns interest in Lord Haversham, only to be shocked to find the handsome lord apparently falling for her. With time running out, should she accept his suit and risk falling in love despite herself?

Marcus, Lord Haversham, is in a tight pinch. His estates are failing and worse, he’s just lost three thousand pounds to his best friend, Lord Ainsley. Ainsley’s solution: have Marcus marry his shrewish sister and he’ll cancel his gambling debt plus give him ten thousand more pounds for her dowry. With nowhere to turn, Marcus agrees, praying he can keep word of the wager from Miss Locke long enough to charm her into marrying him. But can he avoid falling in love himself?

About Jenna Jaxon

Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical  and contemporary romance.  She is currently finishing revisions to  her fifth full length novel, To Woo A Wicked Widow, set in Regency England and the first book in her five part series, The Widow’s Club.

Only Marriage Will Do, second book in her Georgian  House of Pleasure series is with the editor. Her medieval trilogy, Time Enough to Love, is being published by Rising Phoenix Publications. Book 1, Betrothal is currently available.  Book 2, Betrayal, will be available later this fall.

Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

New Release: Her Country Master by Anya Summers


Elise stood back from her work, admiring the lines of the dress. Zoey had a great figure. Not every woman could pull off a strapless gown, but she had just the shoulders to do it.
"I feel like a princess," Zoey murmured as she twirled and preened a bit at her reflection.
"And you look like one, too. Now, remember this is just the shell, and to get a feel for whether you like the style or want me to start from scratch. I haven't added any of the crystal and metallic beading or metallic embroidery that we discussed."
Elise studied the lines, checking the fit. "You know, after seeing it on you, I want to suggest we add an accent at the waist here to really emphasize your great figure with a line of pearls, rhinestones and crystals. What do you think?"
"That sounds wonderful. I'm going to trust your instincts on this. It already looks better than I could have ever dreamed. I think we are on the right track with this," Zoey gushed profusely. If only all of Elise's clients were this easy to please.
"Okay, great. If you will stand still, I'm going to pin some sections to make it fit you better and to work on the hemline. For our next fitting, if you have the shoes you plan to wear with your gown, I want you to bring them so that we can make it more accurate. For now, I'm just going to pin the hemline and we'll go from there."
Elise worked her way from the bust, over the waist and on down to the hem, making slight adjustments as she went. While she did so, thoughts of the taboo club in the manor swam in her mind. She was utterly fascinated by the BDSM lifestyle. Kara wouldn't have taken her to the club in Manhattan if she'd thought it was something Elise wouldn't care for. Would she be able to indulge her curiosity while she was here?
"So Kara told me that there is a club in the manor." Elise tried to appear nonchalant but she was insatiably curious about the club and the lifestyle.
"She really shouldn't have told you. That's against the rules." Zoey didn't seem mad but her features had become shuttered a bit.
Snap. She'd broached the topic too soon.
In an effort to save face and recover ground, Elise added, "Kara mentioned that I could talk to you and only you about it. Kara and the guys took me to the Manhattan club a few times."
"Did she really? She didn't tell me that. What did you think?" Zoey asked, studying her, still with a closed look on her face. Elise realized the censure must come with the territory. Hell, Kara hadn't mentioned her relationship status to some of their other friends in New York when they'd met for Sunday brunch the other day.
"It's interesting. I never even considered that there were other ways people relished having sex. Do you like being a submissive?" Oh sweet baby Jesus, someone gag her. Someone really should put a muzzle on her. When her nerves started to show she had a tendency to babble, and after her faux pas she seemed to be on a downward spiral.

Her Country Master Blurb

Elise Beauregard is a wedding dress designer on the verge of a total career meltdown, thanks to a particularly vicious former client. Her best friend Kara encourages her to explore the BDSM lifestyle at the Dungeon Fantasy Club in Manhattan. She’s definitely intrigued by what she sees, but unsure how to begin.
When she is hired to design the gown for the club owner's fiancĂ©e, Elise is elated. This could be the opportunity she’s been waiting for. If she gets this dress right, her career might just be saved after all.

Tyler Jenson is a billionaire rancher and Dom. His ranch on the Kansas - Colorado border is one of the first in the state to adopt clean, sustainable energy technology. His other passion is the D/s lifestyle. He is a hedonist, and he craves a woman's submission in order to feel complete. When he receives a wedding invitation from his best friend Declan, he's only too delighted to accept.

After a scorching night with Elise, Tyler recognizes she might just be the girl for him. He can only hope she feels the same way. But Elise has other things on her mind. Not only is she trying to design the most important wedding gown of her career, she also harbors a dark and painful secret that prevents her from getting close to any man.

Can Tyler, the country Dom, convince a city girl to trade bright lights for starry nights? Or will her secret destroy their happiness before it's even begun?

Publisher's Note: Her Country Master is the fifth book in Anya Summers' best-selling Dungeon Fantasy Club series – however, like all the rest, it can be read as a standalone.

Disclaimer: This book contains explicit scenes including anal play, spanking, and other BDSM elements. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Twitter: @AnyaBSummers

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers and Blushing Books!

Dungeon Fantasy Club Series
Her Country Master, Book 5, August 17, 2016

Love Me, Master Me, Book 6, September 16, 2016

Submit To Me, Book 7, October 15, 2016

Her Wired Dom, Book 8, November 14, 2016


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Upcoming Releases by Jeanne St. James

All the following are my erotic romances releasing soon with Loose Id:

9/27/16: Brothers in Blue: Max - (m/f) Book 1 in the Brothers in Blue trilogy

10/11/16: Rip Cord: The Reunion - (m/m) - Fling 1 in the Rip Cord trilogy

10/11/16: Rip Cord: The Weekend - (m/m) - Fling 2 in the Rip Cord Trilogy

TBA: Rip Cord: The Ever After - (m/m) - Fling 3 in the Rip Cord Trilogy

Keep an eye out for cover art, blurbs, excerpts and giveaways!

Thursday, August 11, 2016

New Release: 5 Romantic Comedies Box Set

LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE: 5 Romantic Comedies

Love not only captures your heart but tickles your funny bone in these five fabulous romantic comedies. The hilarious antics and wacky hijinks will leave you in stitches.
  • Waking Up to Love: Fans of While You Were Sleeping will love this debut tale! When Scott McInney's mom gets a slight case of amnesia, he convinces Ramona, the identical twin sister of his runaway wife, to step into her heels. Ramona reluctantly agrees to help out, but when the pretending gets too real, will Scott figure out that he might have married the wrong twin?
  • Find Me: Amanda Gillespie never bargained on seeing Jackson Holstenar, her former coworker and mortal enemy, again. But he just happens to be best buddies with the great new guy she's seeing. Three's definitely a crowd, but as they bicker and surprisingly bond, old feelings rekindle. Now Amanda must decide if the Mr. Right she thought she found is the one she really wants.
  • Paradise Point: Liv Barnette needs coffee, she needs food . . . hell, she needs a new life. So inheriting fifty percent ownership in Paradise Point marina is a lucky break she'll embrace with open arms. The sexy downside? Sharing her windfall with Army Ranger Adam Lark, who will go to any extreme to see her gone . . . or so he thinks.
  • The Matchmaker Meets Her Match: Matchmaker Rilka Arpad has seen enough bad behavior to wonder how anyone can withstand a first date, never mind forever. Her new client, war veteran Jeremy Ford, is officially the worst - announcing boldly at their first meeting that he just wants to get laid. But it turns out that Jeremy wants more than a one-night stand . . . and he wants it from Rilka!
  • The Meatball Mistress: Big-haired Brooklynite Cara Manzoni's life has become a cliche - she found her fiance cheating with her hairdresser and now she has no apartment, no job, and nowhere to go. When she flees to the Jersey Shore, she winds up at Ryan Garridy's struggling Italian restaurant. Ryan thinks feisty Cara's trouble with a capital T, but her Sicilian meatballs are to die for! Can this secretive stunner save more than just this commitment-phobic restaurateur's business?

Excerpt from Find Me by Shelley K Wall:

Jackson scowled when Carter winked at Amanda and threw the box onto his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “Piece of cake. You look amazing by the way.”

Amanda slammed her trunk closed and dropped a hand into the pockets of her tight cargo shorts. She shot Carter another megawatt smile. “Thanks. I wasn’t really sure what was appropriate for this kind of thing.” Jackson felt his face flush. Seriously? She was flirting?

Steam started to rise from his already sweating forehead. Couldn’t she see what an idiot/asshole Carter was? Surely Jackson wasn’t the only person to notice his complete lack of personality.
Amanda tucked a hand into Carter’s arm and walked alongside as he toted her things.

At the trail head, the organizer handed out maps to everyone then told them to be back at five. “The sun goes down at six so if we don’t have a full headcount at 5:15, we’ll send out a search party.” The man laughed then waved his hands like Moses sending his flock into the ship, two by two. Carter dropped into step by Amanda and her friend. It was a dumb move since the path wasn’t wide enough. Then Jackson had a thought.

He and Carter had competed in almost everything since they were kids. Technically it started right after Carter’s sister died but he never brought up specific dates. Carter was strong and built like a college quarterback. He worked hard to stay fit and hated that Jackson’s natural athleticism often beat out his own work ethic. Jackson sidled up to his friend. “Have you looked at the map yet?”

Carter glinted into the sun above Jackson’s head. “No, why?”

Jackson unfolded the paper. “There are four trails. Each one is different and they’re classified by difficulty. Let’s take this one here and first one to the summit buys the other a beer.”

Carter glanced at the map. “You do realize that the drinks in the cooler are free and they have beer, water, and juices? Technically, we’re not buying anything.”

Jackson slapped Carter on the back. “Such a smartass. Okay, then first one up to the summit and back wins. That means the first to reach that cooler full of drinks.”

Carter’s eyes flickered with interest. “What do I win?”

“Assuming you actually make it down first, you win…I don’t know. What about…”

Amanda twisted the cap off a water bottle with a click. “Skinny dipping in the river behind those trees while the rest of us cook and clean up.”

Gulp. Jackson leaned into her ear and whispered, “Would that be with or without you?”

Her hair whipped his cheek as she stepped into a power walk. She glanced over her shoulder. “Without. This isn’t a team event. See you in my dust, Jax.”

Hmmmm. That idea backfired. Beating Carter would be easy; the guy never bested him at anything. Beating Amanda though? He could do it but she might hate him even more.

Four more steps and she vanished into the trees. The image of Amanda skinny dipping stopped him dead for a couple of seconds. Long enough for Carter to dart past and disappear behind her. Oh, hell no. If anyone was going to be in that ice-cold, fish-infested water with—or just watching—Amanda, it wasn’t going to be Carter.

Author Bio:

Shelley grew up in Missouri, graduated from Oklahoma State University, and took post graduate courses from OSU and the University of Wyoming. She's a member of RWA, Sisters In Crime (SinC), The Literary Guild, and Houston Writer’s Guild. She writes daily, striving to perfect a voice that supplies enjoyable and romantic reads. She has yet to meet a person she doesn't like or a job that's not worth enjoying. She writes with humor, drama, and a desire to share life's precious moments. Shelley currently lives in Texas with her family.

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Saturday, August 06, 2016

New Release: Bad Boys After Dark box set


Award-Winning and Bestselling Authors come together in BAD BOYS AFTER DARK to bring you eight stories for your hot days and paranormal nights!

★☆★Paranormal creatures stalk the night and find their mates in this collection of stories to be read at bedtime and fantasized about in dreams. A power that can’t be resisted. A wild streak that can’t be tamed. A passion that fulfills a woman in ways she never imagined. All these are contained in a volume of tempting FULL-LENGTH NOVELS by eight AWARD WINNING and BESTSELLING romance authors.★☆★

★☆★Shifters, vampires, ghosts, and more inhabit these night time worlds, existing in the gray realm between good and evil. Whether you like your hero furry, fanged, aggressive or more subtly seductive, this set is for you!★☆★

Thursday, August 04, 2016


Hello all!

Here are some updates for my upcoming releases/works in progress (WIP):

The first book in my Brothers in Blue trilogy, Brothers in Blue: Max will be published by Loose Id on 9/27/16. I can't wait to get the cover. It's a m/f erotic romance (of course, with a man in blue). I love men in uniform!

Next up: My erotic novella Rip Cord is being re-released by Loose Id as the first of three Flings about Rip and Gil's relationship. The new title will be Rip Cord: The Reunion. Rip's an NFL player and Gil is a geek. They couldn't be more different, but opposites attract, right? This is m/m with lots of hot sex! No release date as of yet.

Then the 2nd and 3rd Rip Cord Flings will be released: Rip Cord: The Weekend and Rip Cord: The Ever After. I can't be an erotic romance author and not have an HEA, can I? Of course not!

Recently submitted to Loose Id: Daring Proposal, which is a m/m/f interracial menage. Not one, but TWO NFL football players. Eve, my heroine, is one lucky girl! This book is a spin off from my best-selling novel Double Dare.

Upcoming projects:

Dare to Be Three (lovingly called Dare 2B3 by me. LOL). This will be another m/m/f menage spun off from Double Dare. This story is about Logan's sister, Paige.

Brothers in Blue: Matt and Brothers in Blue: Marc to finish off the trilogy. More yummy Alpha men in uniform!

I've had a busy summer so far with all the writing and edits. Hopefully, everyone is having a great summer!

BTW, here was my inspiration for Cole Dixon (my NFL wide-receiver in Daring Proposal):

NFL player Jason Taylor

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

New Release by Author MJ Compton: STEALING HOME

Flat broke and abandoned by her date, Chelsea Lyndon is adamant she can get home on her own. Baseball player Tripp Shaneybrook has other ideas. Can she trust the man who is determined to rescue her?


She went to Cooperstown for the opera . . . and stayed for the baseball player.
Chelsea Lyndon isn’t about to let a minor thing like being abandoned by her date in a strange town get her down. Maybe she grew up on romantic comedy movies, but she’s a self-reliant realist. No man is ever going to control her . . . not even a too-sexy-for-her-peace-of-mind retired baseball player. But Tripp Shaneybrook is determined to rescue Chelsea, whether she wants his help or not.

Reluctantly accepting Tripp’s assistance when she discovers her bank account is empty and her credit cards maxed out, Chelsea lets herself enjoy being pampered and seduced. The weekend plays out like one of her favorite movies: pure fantasy. And the sex is incredible. But she needs to go home and resume her dreary life.

Tripp has other ideas about that, too.

And when that life begins to fall apart, Tripp is there to help pick up the pieces. Chelsea begins to trust the man whose actions backup his words.

Until his past collides with her reality in a series of incidents that threaten to rip them apart forever.


When my name was Chelsea Lyndon, I was a romantic fantasy slut.

But I was not a clichĂ©. I didn’t break off the heel of my shoe as I rushed to be somewhere. I was already where I wanted to be when I stumbled and twisted my ankle, which snapped the straps of my platform espadrilles and sent me face-first into a patch of mud.

This wouldn’t have been so bad, except I was on my fantasy date. The date about which I’d dreamed since I was a little girl.

Thank goodness I wasn’t with anyone who mattered.

My Grandma Judy loved watching movies, and one of her favorites was Moonstruck with Nicholas Cage and Cher. There was a scene where Cage invites Cher to the Met. For some reason—probably because I was only about eight years old the first time I saw the movie—I decided that an opera date meant true love. So when Baird McKechnie, a casual business acquaintance, invited me to the opera, I accepted.

Like generations of women in my family, I was looking for a happy ending.

Oh, I was careful. World-class summer opera sounded a bit sketchy. Besides, I didn’t know Baird all that well. And I wasn’t completely stupid. I checked the Internet to make sure the Glimmerglass Opera was legit. The opera was for real. Based on the website, its potential for fantasy fulfillment was high, especially if the outing included one of the advertised gourmet picnics. And Cooperstown was also the hometown of the guy who wrote the book on which The Last of the Mohicans—the movie with Daniel Day Lewis—was based, and it was only about an hour and a half from Syracuse, where I lived at the time. Overall, the Glimmerglass possibilities outweighed Moonstruck.

I should have known better.

Baird purchased our meal in a restaurant in the village. I noticed immediately it was not the one listed on the Glimmerglass website. Shaneybrook’s was cute on the outside: white stucco with Mediterranean-blue trim. Festive pink-and-white-striped petunias filled planters on either side of the door. I waited in the car.

We made it as far as the opera’s picnic grounds high on a hill above the theater. I noted the other picnickers had bottles of wine, stemware, wicker, brightly hued tableware, fabric napkins, and tablecloths. The setting appeared so civilized, so surreal—almost like a movie set. There was no gaily-striped tablecloth to spread over our table, no napkins, and no glasses.

I tried to eat the sandwich from Shaneybrook’s, while I longed for lemony grilled chicken with orzo salad or duck confit on a bed of wheat berries.

Instead, I had pink processed meat and white American cheese on bread so stiff and dry that it reminded me of the asphalt shingles on my grandmother’s apartment building. Mayo, iceberg lettuce, tomato, and onion. I’m sure that was someone’s dream sandwich, and another woman might find it wildly romantic, but not me.

And it was hot. Humid. My long sundress clung to my thighs. Perspiration trickled down the sides of my face, along with my makeup. The air was so thick it was like breathing yogurt.

My footing in my platform shoes was a bit wobbly as we started down the hill to the theater. Then I fell. In the mud.

So much for a romantic date. Baird didn’t even help me to my feet, leaving that honor to an older gentleman who’d been eating at the picnic table next to us.

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in Cooperstown parked in front of those ragged-edged petunias. Baird didn’t say a word to me but grabbed the lunch bag with our leftovers and stalked through the front door of the restaurant.

I needed a restroom, so I followed him despite being an embarrassed, muddy, barefoot mess and despite the pain shooting up my left calf and thigh like splintery, ragged spears attacking me. I gritted my teeth and limped onward. Wetting myself wasn’t an option.

The dining room was nearly full. I looked for someone to ask about using the restroom. That’s when I heard Baird scream, “You bitch!”

He couldn’t possibly be talking to me, but the words still sliced through me like a hot knife through cold butter. I followed the sound of his vitriol and pushed through the swinging doors at the rear of the room.

Roasting garlic perfumed the air of the restaurant kitchen. Something sizzled in a pan on the stove. Baird was screaming at a man in chef whites, who brandished a knife at him. A big knife. Baird threw the bag with the leftovers, and the chef skewered it midair.

Something flew past me. An onion hit Baird on the head, halting the stream of obscenities spewing from his mouth.

I turned to see who had hurled the onion.

Daylight poured through a huge window, catching the culprit in a shaft of gold, turning his sun-kissed hair into a brilliant nimbus. Everything about him glowed, like an award statuette in a spotlight.

I’d like to win him, I thought.


MJ Compton grew up near Cardiff, New York, a place best known for its giant, which inspired her to create her own fiction.

Although her 30-year career in local television included such highlights as being bitten by a lion, preempting a US President for a college basketball game, giving a three-time world champion boxer a few black eyes, a mention in the Drudge Report, and meeting her husband, MJ never lost her dream of writing her own stories.

MJ still lives in upstate New York with her husband. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Central New York Romance Writers. Music and cooking are two of her passions, and she enjoys baseball and college basketball, but she’s primarily focused on wine... and writing.


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Sunday, July 17, 2016

New Release by Author Anya Summers: His Driven Domme


Lucy in a sea of clubgoers was suddenly alone in the crowd. Her shoulders straight, she dared any man, any Dom, to try and cart her off to one of the scene areas to be disciplined. She'd have their balls in a vice grip before they could even utter a command. Many of the Doms present recognized her authority and command as an equal, cutting a wide berth around her as she prowled up to the bar.
The butler, Jared, was behind the bar and she almost hooted at the shocked look on his face.
"What can I get ya?" he bit out, clearly not over his snit from earlier, and he neither conceded defeat nor backed down. She had to respect the attitude. Like always recognized like, so instead of blustering, she gave him a slight nod of recognition; one Domme to another. He understood the gesture and, hell, was that respect gleaming in his yummy eyes?
"Glass of chardonnay."
She noticed that he grabbed a bottle of the stuff she and the girls had been drinking earlier, raising him up a few notches in her esteem.
"How did you get down here, anyway?" he asked as he set a glass of wine in front of her.
"Zoey," she replied, studying his reaction as she lifted her glass. His face traveled from surprise, to joy, to pissed off Dom in all of two seconds.
"I'm going to tan her hide," she heard him snarl.
"Afraid Declan already beat you to the punch, J-man." On every front, she thought, watching his reaction as he located Zoey bent over the spanking horse. There was love and affection hidden under the hard Dom exterior. Lucy could only hope that his feelings for Zoey would diminish.
"I should tan yours as well, for being here uninvited," Jared threatened, in what he must consider his big bad Dom tone of voice. Probably made most subs quake in their boots; problem was, she wasn't a sub. Far from it.
"Oh honey, I'd have your balls twisted in a clamp before you laid a finger on me, but you're welcome to try," she dared as she leaned into the bar and continued, "And I have a killer ass."
Deep, scruffy male laughter guffawed from a barstool to her left. "She's got you there, Jared, on both accounts."
Then Jared, looking for all the world like he wanted nothing more than to lay into her behind with a switch, stepped away from the bar. He had a singular destination in mind stamped across his features; her best friend. God, she hoped she'd done the right thing there, egging him on that way. Maybe they could have a successful polyamorous relationship and Zoey and Declan could still be a married couple.
"Nice. I haven't seen Jared worked up like that in a long time. Thanks for livening the place up a bit."
"Anytime." She swiveled her head with an unrepentant smile plastered to her face and almost choked on her sip of wine.
Wowzers! What have we here?

His Driven Domme (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Series, Book 4)

Jesse Noble loves fast cars and even faster women. A professional race car driver, he's used to being in the driver's seat, until a devastating loss on the track forces him to walk away from the only life he's ever known. After months of rehab and soul-sucking depression, Jesse heads to his friend's place in Scotland, thinking a month or two of indulging in the fleshy delights of the Dungeon Fantasy Club will help him maneuver the road to recovery more than any painkillers.

Lucy Martin is the mistress and commander of her world. Labeled an 'Ice Queen' by her co-workers, she hides her tender and passionate heart from the world, even as she hopes to one day find a man who will help soothe her shattered heart. Now her best friend Zoey, the only person on the planet Lucy can confide in, has gone AWOL and left the country for some Scottish laird. On a mission to rescue her BFF, Lucy travels to Mulladoch Manor and has her world turned on its axis; finding herself in an exclusive BDSM club where she feels right at home.

When the dominant Jesse spies the luscious Lucy sporting four-inch stilettos and leather in the Dungeon Fantasy Club, he surrenders to a night of mind-blowing ecstasy, her caresses somehow driving away every one of his inner demons with supreme skill. In the race of his life, Jesse moves out of the driver's seat and willingly becomes her passenger – if only she'll continue tying him up and paddling his bare ass into the most erotically charged, world altering orgasms he's ever experienced. 
When their past secrets are revealed, Jesse will have to convince Lucy to enter the fast lane with him – and prove that he's willing to submit to all of his Domme's utmost desires. Can he make the ultimate sacrifice and give up control – for love?

Publisher's Note: While this is the fourth installment of Anya Summer's Dungeon Fantasy Club series, like all the books in the series, it can be read as a standalone. It contains explicit sexual themes including anal play and BDSM elements, as well as femdom scenes. If such material offends you, please do not purchase. 

Blushing Books

Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a M.A. in History.

Anya is a #1 Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name, Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the midwest with her two furry felines.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers and Blushing Books!

Dungeon Fantasy Club Series
Her Highland Master, April 15, 2016
To Master & Defend, May 15, 2016
Two Doms for Kara, June 12, 2016
His Driven Domme, July 15, 2016
Her Country Master, August 17, 2016
Love Me, Master Me, September 16, 2016
Submit To Me, October 15, 2016
Her Wired Dom, November 14, 2016

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Thursday, July 07, 2016

What's in the works!

I've had a very busy summer so far. I've been writing, writing, and writing some more. I'm on the creativity train and it's running full speed ahead!

So if you love men in uniform, I've got you covered with my upcoming books/releases:

I have a m/f erotic romance being released on 9/27 with Loose Id. If you like hot sex with a cop, this is for you! It's the first of my Brothers in Blue trilogy. Each book is about one of three hot small town cops who are brothers. Book one will be Brother in Blue: Max. You'll meet his brothers Matt and Marc in the first book, but both will get their own hot love stories. I'll post a cover and a blurb as soon as they're done.

Next up is the re-release of my short erotica m/m story, Rip Cord. Loose Id will be releasing it as a "Fling"with a new cover and new edits with a plan to continue Gil and Rip's story in two more "Flings." The new title for Rip Cord will most likely be Rip Cord: The Reunion. And I'm currently working on the second Fling tentatively titled Rip Cord: The Weekend. And don't worry, the third book will wrap up all the man on man lovin' with a Happily Ever Ending in the 3rd Fling tentatively titled: Rip Cord: The Ever After.

Just submitted to my editor at Loose Id: the sequel to Double Dare! Finally! I've been wanting to tell Renny's story ever since I published Double Dare. This book includes two, yes TWO, NFL players with one lucky gal. It will be an interracial menage, m/m/f,Daring Proposal.
erotic romance. It is tentatively titled

My summer has been busy and hot! And it's just going to get hotter as I write some steamy love scenes. Look for some kink in the 2nd and 3rd Rip Cord Flings.

Please keep an eye on my blog for updates!

Have a happy, healthy summer!

Friday, July 01, 2016

New Release by Author MJ Compton: OMEGA MOON RISING

One desperate woman intent on escape.
One brash werewolf determined to deny his DNA.
Until his destiny becomes her deliverance.


Abigail Grant has a secret . . . and a plan to keep her younger sister from suffering the same fate. Her strategy would have worked if she hadn’t been seduced by sweet-talking musician Luke Omega. Suddenly she’s plucked from the life she wanted to escape, but her new circumstances only expose her to a different danger—or is it her salvation?

Luke has a secret, too. He believes he can change his destiny through willpower—and a little blue pill. When he inadvertently gets mixed up in the Grant sisters’ troubles and his pack alpha orders him to marry Abigail, his family insists he tell her he’s a werewolf. But Luke claims Abigail is not his life mate. She doesn’t need to know what happens to him on the full moon.

Until he accidentally stumbles across her secret. Then all bets are off.

Author Bio:

MJ Compton grew up near Cardiff, New York, a place best known for its giant, which inspired her to create her own fiction.

Although her 30-year career in local television included such highlights as being bitten by a lion, preempting a US President for a college basketball game, giving a three-time world champion boxer a few black eyes, a mention in the Drudge Report, and meeting her husband, MJ never lost her dream of writing her own stories.

MJ still lives in upstate New York with her husband. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Central New York Romance Writers. Music and cooking are two of her passions, and she enjoys baseball and college basketball, but she’s primarily focused on wine . . . and writing.


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