New Release: Safe and Coasting with Ecstasy

Have you visited Silver Island yet? Safe and Coasting with Ecstasy, book 2 of The Heroes of Silver Island series, is now available at Siren-BookStrand! And don't miss book 1, Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy, also available at Siren-Bookstrand!

Kimberly Bevel found her place on Silver Island. In a community where ménage relationships are the norm, all she’s missing is the love of two super-sexy hunks to complete her paradise. When she meets Coast Guard Petty Officers Mett and Charlie Doyle, she knows she’s found the men she wants, even if the brothers aren’t eager to share.

Mett and Charlie have been equally attracted to women before, but Kimberly is the first neither have been willing to walk away from. There’s little more important to Mett than a woman’s happiness and he knows exactly how to deliver it. Charlie isn’t as suave as Mett, but he’s got a few moves up his sleeve.

While the brothers go head-to-head in their efforts to win Kimberly’s heart, she looks for a way to keep them both. But when she becomes the target of a madman, she may need Mett and Charlie to do more than keep her bed warm at night.

Excerpt:

“Christ, I’ve got to be the luckiest woman on the planet.” Her gaze jumped from one man to the other, greedily drinking in their broad shoulders, the hard planes and corded muscles of their chests. Charlie’s was smooth where Mett’s was speckled with dark springy hairs. Both were equally arresting. Their cocks stood at full attention between their powerful legs, jutting out like come-get-me exclamation points that had her licking her lips as her mouth watered and her pussy grew so wet she wondered it didn’t drip.

“Why is that?”

She pulled her gaze up to meet Charlie’s and found him grinning at her with one brow cocked. She answered him with an appreciative sigh. “Because you guys are gorgeous.”

He chuckled as he crawled onto the bed, walking on his knees until he was behind her. His arms came around her, his hands covering her breasts as he nuzzled his face in the side of her neck. “You’re the one that’s gorgeous, baby.”

Kimberly moaned as he massaged her breasts, his thumbs raking over her nipples until they beaded in a pulsing plea for more. She let her head fall back on his shoulder as he licked and nipped the side of her neck, her eyes closing to slits as the pleasure flowed through her. She saw Mett through those slits as he climbed onto the bed in front of her. He sat back on his heels, his gaze dropping to Charlie’s hands on her breasts, his eyes full of heat and only a hint of jealousy.

She reached for him, cupping his nape as he came to her and took her mouth in another tender kiss. She wound her other arm behind her, laced her fingers in Charlie’s hair, and felt the bed shift as the men slowly laid her down between them.

Mett eased back, the tip of his nose brushing hers as a dart of uncertainty shot through his eyes. “Do we get a little room for trial and error? I’ve never made love to a woman while another man is making love to her, too.”

Kimberly smiled, the pain in her cheek dulled by the emotions filling her mind, body, and heart. “I don’t care how much you fumble as long as you’re both making love to me and enjoying it as much as I am.”

One of Charlie’s hands released her breast and slid down her side, turning as it pushed between her body and his to palm the cheek of her ass. “There’s only one way I know of for us to do that, baby.” He spread the cheeks of her ass, slipped a finger between them, and grazed the pad of it lightly over her anus.

She shivered, her muscles tightening involuntarily at the touch.

“I want to be inside you right here,” Charlie told her, the pad of his finger pressing a little more insistently against the outer rim of her anus.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Mett skimmed a hand down her thigh, dragged it back up, and then pushed it between her legs. “Do you want both of us inside you at the same time?”

“Yes.” The word left her on a strangled whisper as Mett hiked her leg onto his forearm and positioned his cock to enter her sodden channel. Behind her, Charlie’s finger rotated on her anus in pressured massages that sent devilish desires zinging from her ass to her cunt.

“I need lube, baby,” Charlie told her. “I’m not going to take the chance I’ll hurt you.”

Oh, he’d hurt her anyway and she knew it. She’d had anal sex before, but never with a man that had a dick as long and thick as Charlie’s, and never with an enormous cock like Mett’s in her pussy at the same time.

“Bedside table drawer behind you.” Charlie’s hands left her and she felt the bed shifted at her back, heard the sound of the drawer open and close, and then felt the heat of his body as he returned.

She curled her fingers around Mett’s bicep and locked her gaze with his. “Please. I want you inside me now.” She rocked her hips forward as much as the scant space between her body and theirs would allow. Mett didn’t have that trouble. He pushed his cock inside her pussy in a single, slow thrust that drew a soft moan from her throat.

“Is that better?” His husky question fanned her lips as he held her gaze.

“Yesss.” The cool contrast of thick gel to the needy flesh of her ass turned her answer into a hiss. Charlie eased a finger inside her, wiggling and working it until the nerve-laden tissue of her ass sucked it deeper inside. A bitter-sweet pain erupted in her ass, traveling a direct course to her pussy, and igniting a burn that emphasized the pleasure even as it made her whimper for more.

Mett pulled his hips back, his dick sliding out of her until only the head remained before he slowly pushed all the way in once more. Charlie’s finger mirrored the movement, drawing back and entering her again in tandem with Mett’s cock gliding in and out of her cunt.

“Charlie, please. Give me more.”

He obliged her by adding a second finger and then a third to probe her asshole. Delirium threatened as she whipped her head from side to side, fighting to breathe. Her hips rocked forward on Mett’s enormous cock in her pussy only to pound back on Charlie’s fingers in her ass. Exquisite electric bolts zinged through her, speeding her pulse and taunting the release growing claws as it attempted to find its way out of her body.

A strangled scream of protest left her throat when Charlie pulled his fingers free of her questing ass without warning and she saw concern move through Mett’s handsome face a nanosecond before Charlie spoke.

“Not yet, baby.” He shifted behind her, spooning his body against her back. “You can’t come until I’m inside your tight little ass.”

New Release: Caught in the Middle

It might be getting cold outside, but things are always heating up in Silver Springs. Doctor Owen Banks and Arson Prosecutor Gage Britt have EMT Terri Vega sizzling in Caught in the Middle, the latest installment of The Heroes of Silver Springs series.

Caught in the Middle is available now at:

One look at Dr. Owen Banks and EMT Terri “the fling queen” Vega started thinking relationship. But Owen played the “friends” card. Terri rolled with it, certain things would change. Then she met Arson Prosecutor Gage Britt and a new flame ignited. Now she’s caught in the middle and must choose between them or return to a no-strings-attached sex life. But could there be another option? 

Gage stole Owen’s woman once. Owen won’t let it happen again, even if it means going to blows with an ex-friend. But when Terri falls victim to a new predator in the city, he might need Gage’s help to save her. 

Women come and go, but true friendships last forever. At least that’s what Gage believes. He let a woman come between him and Owen once and it’s happening again. Gage refuses to walk away from Terri, but there may be a solution that will let all of the follow their hearts.

Powerful Rescue is Released

Wow! I'm running way behind on announcing my own release! If you haven't found it yet, Powerful Rescue, book 3 in the L.U.S.T. trilogy, is now available at Siren-BookStrand.

Calista Maverick allowed herself to be were-napped to find out who’s leading a terrorist were-trafficking cell. She refused rescue by Gideon Delacroix and Kahil Lowery once, knowing they might save her life, but they would put her heart in danger. Now they’re back and they won’t leave without her...body, heart, and soul. 

Gideon should’ve thrown sexy, stubborn Calista over his shoulder and marched out of Caracas when he had the chance. Instead, he left her. Now he can’t forget her. Worse, his attempt to get her out of his system has landed him in bed with a man he despises and secretly loves. 

Kahil knows Gideon would rather eat dirt than admit he wants him. Still, they have one thing in common...their desire for Calista. Kahil intends to go back for her, and he’ll need Gideon’s help. Rescuing her will be easy. Convincing her to surrender her heart while protecting her from the beast out to own her won’t be.

Excerpt:

She jerked away from him and spun around, but kept her hands over her face. “I can’t have this conversation with you.”

Confused and needing her to look at him, Gideon reached for her, closing his fingers around her wrists and pulling her hands from her face. “Why not?”

She still didn’t look at him. Instead, she threw her head back and let out a growl that rivaled any wild beast. “Because what Kahil has seen in my head can’t be.” She lifted her head and finally met his gaze. Turmoil and a sadness he didn’t understand swirled in her eyes. “It was a fantasy. Just because I thought about it doesn’t mean I really want it.”

“You’ve fantasized about him, about being with him, about fucking him?” Yep, he’d apparently filled in the missing pieces correctly.

“Oh, don’t sound so disappointed. You were there, too, damn it.”

Well, okay then. That changed things quite a bit. “What was I doing?”

She made a disbelieving sound. “Oh, no. Hell, no! Sorry, but you’re getting the short end of the stick on this one. You couldn’t see it for yourself, and I’m damn sure not going to tell you.”

“Was I holding you?” Gideon hooked an arm around her waist and drew her against him, noting she resisted for only a moment before her body melted against his. Jesus, her body fit so perfectly against his. Her full breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples poking into his flesh like sharp darts of sheer temptation even through the material of his shirt she still wore. His cock was rigid between them, throbbing madly enough he wondered if she could feel it pulsing against her belly.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Kahil was holding me.”

Gideon felt a pang of disappointment at that. Surely she hadn’t fantasized about him merely standing by and watching while Kahil fucked her. Then a different possibility occurred to him that had him lifting a brow. “Was I touching you?”

She nodded hesitantly.

Bingo! Gideon wrapped both arms around her, easing one hand up her spine and letting the other hand slide down to palm her ass cheek. Her body arched into his, her lips parting on a soft sigh that sounded of equal parts torment and pleasure. “Where was I touching you?”

She shook her head again.

Gideon pulled his upper body back as he slid his hand from her spine to her side and then turned it as he inched it over to cover her breast. The heat of her flesh seared through his palm, nearly hot enough to catch the shirt on fire. “Is this where I was touching you?”

She quivered in his embrace, but didn’t answer. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze and then brushed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, delighting in the way it hardened even more. It became a solid, beaded point at the touch.

He toyed with her nipple for a moment and then released her breast. He fisted his fingers and dragged the backs of them down her abdomen and stomach, opening his fingers again and turning his hand over when he reached her pussy.

“Or is this where I was touching you?” he asked huskily.

Her eyes still closed, head fell back on her shoulders once more, but it was a soft moan rather than a growl that escaped her lips this time.

Gideon palmed her pussy through the material of the shirt and absorbed the heat of her feminine flesh. Needing to touch her, dying to feel her, he bunched the shirt in his hand and pulled it up until he could dip his hand beneath it. He marveled at the discovery that her cunt was cleanly shaven and silky smooth. Apparently, though Nikolas McLeod had been keeping her prisoner for more than two weeks, he’d taken care of his captive.

The idea of Nikolas, or any of his followers, taking care of her set Gideon’s blood boiling. He tempered the anger, wanting to ask her what had been done to her in the time she’d spent in the terrorist’s company, but not wishing to ruin the moment.

“Yes.” The whispered word sounded wrenched from her, as if she hadn’t wanted to say it, but had unwillingly allowed it to escape.

Gideon slipped a finger between her folds, finding her drenched, scorching, and ready. “Did I just touch you with my hand or something else, too?”

She swallowed visibly, drawing his attention to the slender column of her throat. He dipped his head and licked her sweet flesh, starting at her jaw and traveling down her neck, following the vein that pulsed in a wild, rapid staccato beneath his tongue.

“Something else, too.”

Gideon used his free hand to pull the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. It surprised him that she didn’t resist. He flattened that hand on the small of her back, holding her steady as he slowly sank in front of her.

“Was it my mouth, Calista?” He dragged his tongue down her chest, pausing at her breast to lick her nipple into his mouth.

She whimpered. “Yes.”

Smiling to himself, he closed his lips around the beaded point and flicked his tongue over the tip before moving on down her abdomen.

She made a sound of part protest and part plea as he continued to lick her flesh, painting a path with his tongue down her flat belly to the edge of her pussy. “Gideon, please. No.”

      He would’ve stopped at that. It would’ve damn near killed him to let go of this woman right now when he’d barely gotten the sweetest sample of her delicious flesh and his taste buds were screaming for more, but he would’ve stopped. Meant for him or not, he wouldn’t force her. The hand she fisted in his hair and the way she used that hold to keep his head from withdrawing from her pussy made him continue despite her words.

Now Available for Pre-Order

The latest book in the L.U.S.T. series, Powerful Rescue, is now available for pre-order. Release day is October 25!

Calista Maverick allowed herself to be were-napped to find out who’s leading a terrorist were-trafficking cell. She refused rescue by Gideon Delacroix and Kahil Lowery once, knowing they might save her life, but they would put her heart in danger. Now they’re back and they won’t leave without her...body, heart, and soul. 

Gideon should’ve thrown sexy, stubborn Calista over his shoulder and marched out of Caracas when he had the chance. Instead, he left her. Now he can’t forget her. Worse, his attempt to get her out of his system has landed him in bed with a man he despises and secretly loves. 

Kahil knows Gideon would rather eat dirt than admit he wants him. Still, they have one thing in common...their desire for Calista. Kahil intends to go back for her, and he’ll need Gideon’s help. Rescuing her will be easy. Convincing her to surrender her heart while protecting her from the beast out to own her won’t be.

It's Release Day...

Diagnosis Pleasure [The Service Club 7] is available today at Siren-BookStrand!

Rick and Adam Wilder gave April Ingles one orgasmic night she’s never forgotten. She fled Birmingham with her life in ruins. Now a sheriff’s deputy, she’s rebuilding her career and settling into a new life. She’s there three weeks when she runs into the Wilder brothers. But the Wilders aren’t merely the cowboy doctors of the town. They’re part of an exclusive club, and her association with them, coupled with a secret she uncovers on the job, threatens to ruin her career again.

Rick and Adam made a promise that changed their lives. They stopped sharing women and squashed their dominate needs. They slipped up with April, and that night left them hungry for more. But some promises are meant to be broken. April belongs with them. Lassoing her in will be easy. Convincing her to stay at the possible expense of her career will require a pleasure diagnosis only they can cure.

Excerpt:

“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow.” Eighteen. Jesus, Rick still couldn’t believe it had been five years since their mother had passed away. At thirteen, Emma had been half-grown when he and Adam had taken over raising her. He was still convinced they’d gotten the worst years when it came to parenting.

“And we all agreed we would celebrate it together tonight so I could spend the weekend at the lake with my friends starting tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, about that. I’m still not crazy about you going off all weekend that way.” Anything could happen when a group of teenagers got together for a weekend at the lake. Rick should know. He’d been a teenager once.

Emma narrowed her eyes. “Crazy about it or not, you said I could go. You’re not backing out on me now.”

“I’m not backing out. I’m just thinking about locking you in your room for another decade.”

That made her smile. “But you won’t and you and I both know it. I’m growing up, Dad,” she said mockingly because she rarely called him or Adam dad. “It’s just something you have to deal with.”

Rick scowled. “That doesn’t mean it’s something I’ve got to like.”

“Welcome to parenthood, or so I’ve heard.” She made a considering face. “It’s not that late, you know? We can hop in the truck and go to a Japanese restaurant if you’ve decided you don’t feel like cooking tonight.”

No, they absolutely could not. The closest Japanese restaurant was in Birmingham. If Rick never stepped foot in that city again, it wouldn’t bother him a damn bit.

It would if you knew you’d run into her the minute you passed into the city limits.

Triple fuck! Would he ever get Elizabeth out of his freaking head?

“Why can’t you be like a normal eighteen year old and want pizza or hamburgers or some shit for your birthday dinner?” Rick grumbled.

“Because I want hibachi chicken and steak with sautéed onions, zucchini, and broccoli.” Emma’s smile stretched far too sweetly. “You promised, remember? And a Wilder never breaks a promise. You taught me that.”

Right now, he was cursing the days he’d done it, too. “All right, I guess I’m headed to the grocery.”

“You might want to grab another six-pack while you’re there,” Adam suggested. “I drank the last beer last night.”

Rick scowled. “I noticed.”

Emma drew her eyebrows together. “Did somebody give you a shot of grumpy at the hospital today? You sure are in a foul mood for a man that’s got the next two days off. Or did you agree to cover another doctor’s shift and spoil your weekend fun?”

What weekend fun?

Rick’s weekends were like every other day of the week. He worked, came home, polished off a couple of beers, and went to bed where he’d lay there until the wee hours of the morning fantasizing and longing for a woman he’d never see again. The only difference the next two days would bring was he didn’t have to go into the hospital.

“He got another ticket on his windshield this afternoon.” Though Adam pretended to whisper the words to Emma, Rick heard them loud and clear.

Emma rolled her eyes. “You parked in the fire lane again, didn’t you? Wow, and I thought I was a slow learner. How many doesn’t that make now, three, huh?”

Rick ignored her and pinned his brother with a steely glare. “Did you call Parker Ferrell?”

Adam nodded. “He said he’d talk to the deputy.”

“Good.” Problem solved. The sheriff would make sure his new deputy learned the ropes of their little town.

“He also said to remind you it’s illegal to park in a fire lane and, if you don’t stop doing it, your truck is liable to get towed next time.”

“Bastard,” Rick said under his breath, which, of course, made his brother and sister chuckle. “I wouldn’t be getting the damn tickets if that new female deputy he hired would leave me the hell alone.”

“So spank her,” Emma said, obviously serious, as if it were the most reasonable explanation in the world.

Rick glared at her and saw Adam pull back to look at her with the same expression of disbelief on his face that Rick figured was on his.

“Go to Adam’s office on Monday, park in the fire lane, and wait for her,” Emma went on before either brother could find the words to respond. “When she shows up to give you a ticket, bend her over the hood of the truck, and turn her butt red. That’ll teach her. She’ll probably get real turned on, too. Then you can take her in Adam’s private office and the two of you can have your way with her. I haven’t seen her myself, but the town grapevine is saying she’s really pretty.” She waited a beat and her gaze danced from Rick to Adam and back again before she asked, “Why isn’t either of you saying anything?”

Rick didn’t know what the hell to say. “Maybe we were waiting to see if you were finished?”

Adam was more honest. “Maybe we can’t believe the things you just said.”

Emma rolled her eyes again, pushed off the doorframe, and walked out of Adam’s embrace into the kitchen. “Please. I’m not dense and I know the two of you aren’t either. You’re the smartest men I know.”

“Here’s hoping she doesn’t know many men,” Rick muttered.

Emma shot him a withering look on her way across the kitchen. “You’re miserable, both of you.” She glanced at them over her shoulder as she pulled a glass from the cabinet. “You’ve been miserable for years and, no matter how much you loved our mother, her dying didn’t do this to you. That stupid promise you made did.”

Rick jerked around to face her, but not before he saw the shock pass through Adam’s expression.

“What promise?” Adam asked dumbly.

2 Silver Releases

Siren Publishing does a wonderful thing called Retro Releases where they put older published titles on sale for a month. Everyday a couple of new "old" ones go up, and yesterday was Twin Games turn. If you love menage's and haven't yet tried The Heroes of Silver Springs series, now is a great time to get started. Twin Games is book 2, but you don't have to read the series in order to understand it.

Pick up Twin Games today at 39% off the cover price!

And, for those of you Kindle lovers, Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy, book 1 of the new The Heroes of Silver Island series, is now available at Amazon. Follow the link below to purchase!

Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy [The Heroes of Silver Island 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

Now Available for Pre-Order

Diagnosis Pleasure [Service Club 7] is now available for pre-order at Siren-BookStrand at 15% off the cover price until October 4th. Release day is September 27th. 

Rick and Adam Wilder gave April Ingles one orgasmic night she’s never forgotten. She fled Birmingham with her life in ruins. Now a sheriff’s deputy, she’s rebuilding her career and settling into a new life. She’s there three weeks when she runs into the Wilder brothers. But the Wilders aren’t merely the cowboy doctors of the town. They’re part of an exclusive club, and her association with them, coupled with a secret she uncovers on the job, threatens to ruin her career again.

Rick and Adam made a promise that changed their lives. They stopped sharing women and squashed their dominate needs. They slipped up with April, and that night left them hungry for more. But some promises are meant to be broken. April belongs with them. Lassoing her in will be easy. Convincing her to stay at the possible expense of her career will require a pleasure diagnosis only they can cure.

Prologue from Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy

Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy kicks off an all new series, The Heroes of Silver Island. If you read book 3 of The Heroes of Silver Springs, Stormy Nights, you'll recognize this prologue, but from a different point of view.

Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy is available now at

Siren-BookStrand!

Prologue

Cambodia – Four years ago

Lara Hampton tried to scream, but the gag secured in her mouth by duct tape muffled the sound. It was just as well. The only men around to hear it were the ones who had brought her here. Wherever here was.

You know where you are and you know who’s out there.

Yeah, she knew. She was in some sort of empty hut deep in the Cambodian jungle. As for the men out there? She may not know their names, but she knew who they worked for. Veng Kim Phay, the notorious drug lord who had ordered her capture.

Except, maybe they weren’t out there anymore. She hadn’t heard a sound coming from outside since the ruckus that had sounded like the whole compound had been moving out. And how long ago had that been?

Long enough for your ass to go completely numb, that’s for sure.

She sat on said ass against the far wall of the tiny, pitch-dark hut, her knees bent and ankles bound together with tight rope. Her wrists were tied together behind her back. She tried, to no avail, to free herself so many times the sting in her abraded ankles and wrists had become a constant burn.

If she could only reach the cell phone in her pocket. Not that it would do her much good. It had barely half the battery life left when she’d been kidnapped.

Please, God, let it have stayed charged long enough for someone to tap into the GPS tracker once they realized I was missing.

Surely, someone at the missionary camp had reported her missing by now. She was the daughter of a US senator. As soon as her father got word of her capture, he’d have the GPS signal traced, and send someone to rescue her, wouldn’t he?

Tears welled in her eyes and she ruthlessly blinked them back. She could only hope her father would send someone. The way he’d been with her lately, she wasn’t so certain. The last time they’d talked, he’d told her he’d had enough. And, okay, yeah, maybe she had put him through a lot. This definitely wasn’t the first time she’d found herself in a real pickle. He’d raised her to stand up for her beliefs and that’s exactly what she did, even when it landed her on her numb ass at the mercy of a drug lord and his band of goons.

The orphaned children, many of whom had been infected with HIV, needed help. They needed expensive treatment and people to care for them. Cambodia had come a long way in its fight against AIDS since the early nineties, but it still had a long way to go.

Lara swallowed, her dry throat protesting the action. She’d been preparing to head back to the states on a crusade to raise money for those children when she’d been kidnapped.

It wouldn’t have happened if you’d kept your distance from Phay’s goons.

True, but how could she turn the other cheek when she’d stumbled across Phay’s compound? How could she keep quiet when his goons were using some of the very kids she was trying to save to do their dirty drug work?

She didn’t think Phay intended to have her killed. Wouldn’t he have done so already if that was his plan? He wanted to keep her quiet. That much had become obvious.

Until what? You die of dehydration and starvation alone in the dark?

A soft click outside the door brought her dismal thoughts to a screeching halt. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as the door swung open. She couldn’t hear anything over the fierce pounding of her pulse, but she could see the silhouette of a man that stepped out of the scant sliver of moonlight and into the hut.

She screamed, the sound barely audible, as the narrow beam of a small flashlight swept over her. She wanted to run, to hide, to cower for safety under something. She could do none of those in an empty hut save for her, especially when she could no longer feel her legs to move.

“It’s okay.” The man moved closer, a huge and imposing presence that only made her heart race faster. “It’s okay,” he whispered again, kneeling next to her. “We’re US Navy SEALs. We’re here to get you out of here.”

His softly spoken words, definitely in an American accent, slowly penetrated the terror coursing through her mind and body. We? He isn’t alone. US Navy SEALs? Oh, thank God.

He shifted the beam of the flashlight so she could see his face. Hazel eyes studied her from a handsome face streaked with war paint. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she was suddenly playing the leading heroine role in a movie cast beside Brad Pitt in his younger years.

Really, Lara? You’re noticing that now after everything you’ve been through, everything you’re probably still going to go through because you’re not out of here yet, girl.

It fascinated her how her body could have an immediate heated response to a man when she was still bound, gagged, and helpless in the hut on a drug lord’s compound. But, damn Skippy, this Navy SEAL with those intense hazel eyes deserved every bit of female attention and then some.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He spoke in a voice just a decibel above a whisper, but he’d leaned closer so she had no trouble hearing him.

She didn’t have any trouble smelling him either. She caught the pungent odor of sweat mingling with the unmistakable scents of the jungle but, beneath that, she could smell something else that was musky and all man.

She shook her head.

“Good. Good. We need to get that tape off your mouth. Do you want to do it?”

Lara drew her brows together, wondering how she could take it off herself when her hands were still bound behind her back. Figuring if she nodded yes, he’d untie her hands first, she shook her head no. She wanted the tape gone so she could get the damn gag out of her mouth.

“No? Okay, I’ll do it for you.” His lips she immediately deemed as far too kissable slowly spread in a comforting smile that sent lust raining through her system. “It’s going to hurt a bit.”

Lara nodded her understanding and started to close her eyes.

“No.” He put a gentle hand on her knee and her eyes flew open. That simple, sweet touch of his callused palm sent a rush of heated desire surging from her knee to her pussy. “Don’t close your eyes. Keep them open. Find something else to focus on. When you close your eyes, you tend to focus on the pain.”

Somehow she doubted that. Pain was the last thing stealing her focus right now. Christ, what was happening to her? She’d never had this kind of intense, immediate, sexual response to a man.

Lara averted her gaze and saw another beam from a flashlight in the doorway. Her attention locked on the pair of eyes that peeked inside. Another SEAL, she presumed, and damn if he wasn’t another good looking one, too. It helped to study him as the sweet SEAL reached for the tape covering her mouth. She even found the need to swallow a giggle. Even in the darkness, cut by only the narrow beams of lights from the flashlights, she could tell the SEAL in the doorway knew he was good looking and fully expecting to be first in line in the thank you parade once they got her to safety.

Not a chance. If she thanked either of them in any extra special way it would definitely be the Brad Pitt look-alike. Although, she could certainly use the SEAL at the door as a distraction because, holy molly, simply looking at Sweet SEAL made her want to jump his bones right here in the empty hut.

Lara gasped as Sweet SEAL started removing the tape. A soft squeak of pain escaped her lips when he tugged the last bit from her flesh and the gag fell out of her mouth. Her gaze still locked with the SEAL at the door, she stiffened when Sweet SEAL brought a hand to her face and brushed the back of his fingers over the tender skin beside her mouth.

“Stings, huh?”

Lara tore her gaze from the SEAL at the door and dared to look at Sweet SEAL. Christ on a pogo stick, he was too damn handsome, too damn nice, and way too damn dangerous for her hormones. The compassion she saw in his hazel eyes wound around her heart, but the heat she saw mixing in would be her downfall.

It won’t if you don’t let it.

Oh, no. The last thing she needed to do was fall for a hardened warrior, no matter how sweet and handsome he was.

“A little.” Her voice sounded raspy. She said the words much softer than she’d intended and far breathier. Because she hadn’t spoken for a long time. Yeah, that was it. It absolutely had nothing to do with the riot of desire zinging through her body after that gentle touch. “It will be okay. Thank you. Could you, uh…” She wiggled, turned slightly away from him, and shot a pointed look over her shoulder and down to her still bound hands.

He blinked as if coming out of a trance and gave his head a quick shake. “Oh yeah, of course.” He made quick work of untying the ropes around her wrists and then shifted, his hands framing the sides of her legs as he grazed his palms down to the ropes around her ankles.

Lara took a deep breath and let it out slow. His touch felt way too close to a caress. She doubted he’d meant for it to. Sweet SEAL was just doing his job, rescuing the damsel in distress with care and concern. The fact that he obviously found said damsel attractive had nothing to do with it.

He glanced at her and, yeah, he definitely found her attractive. Apparently, touching her was making it more difficult for him to hide his lust. “I’m sorry. I wanted to get that tape off first. You know, so you could talk to us.”

Lara glanced over Sweet SEAL’s shoulder and saw the other SEAL shake his head before his lips started to move as he spoke into the microphone on the headset he wore.

“Can she walk?”

Sweet SEAL shifted again and she got a better view of the SEAL at the door. She saw him wince as he side-stepped. She raked her gaze down to the bloodied knee of his cargo pants before dragging her attention up again. His question had been aimed at Sweet SEAL. Still, she took the liberty of giving him her own answer.

“I could ask the same about you.” Her voice sounded stronger and steadier this time. Good. Limping SEAL, she immediately dubbed the man at the door, was turning out to be a spectacular distraction for her hormones after all. “But, yeah, I can walk.” At least she hoped she could. She stretched out her legs, tested them, and refused to close her eyes as the limbs tingled while they woke from their sleeping state. “I’m a bit bruised and a little sore, but I think the thing that hurts the most is my pride.”

She winced at the admission and the discomfort as she carefully got to her feet and really stretched her legs for the first time in days. “How about you?” she asked Limping SEAL, but turned her attention away from him before he could answer.

It surprised her to discover Sweet SEAL was shorter than her by a full inch or more. Still, whoever had said dynamite came in small packages must have had this SEAL in mind. Height challenged or not, the man still topped the charts on the stud-o-meter. Worse, he’d placed a steadying hand on the small of her back and, jumping jelly beans, her knees nearly buckled as more heat seared through her system.

“I’m okay,” she lied to Sweet SEAL, because she was definitely far from okay. Take away Limping SEAL, put a little more soft light in the hut, add a comfy bed, remove Sweet SEAL’s clothes, and she’d be okay.

Oh, no the hell you wouldn’t.

“I’ve got it.” She smiled at Sweet SEAL and ruthlessly squashed the image of him naked, on top of her, between her legs, and positioned to slide his cock in her eager pussy. “Thanks.” She turned her attention back to Limping SEAL. “So what hurts worse, that knee or your pride?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he turned his attention to Sweet SEAL. “We need to move. We’ll hook up with the rest of the team at the extraction point.” Lara saw him push a button on his mic and heard him speak into it. “We’re coming out, Cabelly. Get ready to move.”

Next to her, Sweet SEAL shook his head as he gently cupped her elbow in his hand. “Where does he come up with this shit?”

Lara started to ask what he was talking about, but he fell into a conversation with the other men over his headset. She figured out he must mean Cabelly. What she couldn’t have figured out from what she got of the one-sided conversation was just how much one look at Cabelly would supremely devastate and totally awaken her already raging hormones…especially when he started to sing.

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Welcome to Silver Island, where ménage isn’t a dream, it’s reality.  

As a senator’s daughter, Lara Hampton uses her influence to stand up for her beliefs, even when they land her in danger. Her latest venture brings her to Silver Island where she comes face-to-face with two SEALs who rescued her before and left her dreaming of sizzling nights with them since. 

Brandon “Ace” McCormick never got Lara out of his head. When he finds out she’s on Silver Island, he knows it’s time to make his move. The trouble is, his best friend wants her, too. 

Once a SEAL, always a SEAL, but John is Sheriff of Silver Island now and he’s been trained to protect by the best. He’s willing to fight for Lara, or Ace can accept the norm of Silver Island and share. But a stalker is after her. When he gets on the island they must protect her or sharing won’t be an option.

Excerpt:

“Lara.”

Yikes! She didn’t need to look to know who’d just called out her name. Now what? She couldn’t ignore John. Not that she wanted to ignore him anyway. Except, she should. She should absolutely, positively pretend she didn’t know him from the man in the moon. She should walk away, quick, and act like she hadn’t heard him. Shouldn’t she? On the other hand, he wasn’t a SEAL anymore. That meant associating with him, getting hot and sweaty between the sheets with him, wouldn’t label her a SEAL groupie. But who said he wanted to get hot and heavy between the sheets with her? The man had merely said her name, for crying out loud.

Oh, for Pete’s sake, Lara, you’re thinking yourself right through the door of confusions-r-us.

She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and turned. The smile she hadn’t yet allowed to waver was still plastered on her lips. Good thing, too, because he was headed her way and, the closer he got, the more her jaw wanted to drop. Holy hormones, the John Cabelly who’d visited her dreams had been the man clad in full battle fatigues with streaks of war paint on his face and barely visible in the darkness. By the light of day, the John Cabelly walking toward her now looked ten times more dangerous, more forceful and, God help her, more appealing than ever.

The deep breath she had taken a nanosecond before she’d turned stuck in her throat as her gaze took it upon itself to do a leisurely glide down his front. His khaki button-down shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, delineating every muscle in his shoulders, arms, and abs, and making her head spin. The shirt was tucked into a pair of khaki cargo shorts secured to his waist by a gun belt and riding low on his trim hips. Despite the bagginess of their design, his shorts failed to conceal what was obviously one very impressive male package between his strong-looking legs.

Lara’s girly parts went haywire as her focus slammed into his black ankle boots and did a gradual climb back up. Wetness pooled between her feminine lips, threatening to soak the cotton lining of her panties. Her nipples beaded to hardened points inside the lacy cups of her bra. Lust zinged off every erogenous zone in her body as her gaze finally settled on his face. Dark sunglasses covered eyes she remembered being a potent light blue. Thin lips curved into a drool-worthy smile that rocked her to her toes. Sweat she knew had absolutely nothing to do with the growing temperature of the summer morning and everything to do with the intense heat of this supremely hunky male gathered between her breasts and trickled down her abdomen as she finally expelled the breath that had lodged in her throat.

“John Cabelly.” He extended a hand in greeting. “Island sheriff.”

Lara took his hand, forgetting to brace for the contact, and nearly melted at his feet. Long callused fingers closed around her hand. She stared at her reflection in the lenses of his sunglasses as her head swam. That simple, casual touch made her dizzy, intoxicated, as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire.

“Lara Hampton.” Relief collided with the yearning in her system when her voice came out steady and normal rather than trembling and breathy, which was exactly how she felt. “But, you already know that.” And she’d already known his name. Did he think she didn’t recognize him?

His smile stretched wider. “Yeah, I do. Kenneth Winters informed me of your visit and asked that I stand in to welcome you to the island. He wanted to be here himself, but got held up in town.”

“Oh.” Disappointment twisted in her belly and she ruthlessly squashed it. So what if he had been here waiting for her on orders from his boss? That was better than him spotting her and wanting to say hello for an entirely different, definitely salacious reason, wasn’t it? She was here on a mission, to offer her support and use her popularity to gain positive publicity for the island. At the same time, she was here in hopes of finding a sense of safety for herself, praying her stalker would use her absence from the mainland as the time he needed to find a new hobby like her father had said. She wasn’t here to jump between the sheets with the first man she met on the island, even if said man had been invading her dreams for the last four years.

John released her hand. “He said to extend his sincerest apologies and to show you around the island.”

Yep, no doubt about it. John Cabelly was doing his island duty. She and all her girly parts were safe, at least from him. Especially seeing as how he thought she didn’t remember him in the first place.

“Thank you, Sheriff Cabelly, but a tour guide really won’t be necessary. I’m sure I can find my way around and I’d hate to keep you from your job.”

He pulled off his sunglasses and she got her first real look at the potent light blue eyes she’d remembered so well. The mere sight made her heart skip a beat and her mind retracted her earlier thought. No, all her girly parts were not safe from this man. They were in danger of serious lusty overload, whether she and John went their separate ways right now or not.

Those powerful light blue eyes steadied on hers and his lips thinned, his expression turning serious with a trace of molten heat that sent embers of need raining through her body. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“You’re not an easy man to forget.” The words spilled from Lara’s lips before she could stop them. Shit. She should’ve said no. She’d meant to say no. If he’d kept on his sunglasses, she might could’ve pulled it off. But, the second he’d removed them, the instant she’d looked into his eyes, she’d felt herself fall under his spell.

His lips unfolded in their sexiest smile yet. It was the kind of grin that dripped with victory and promise and pure male satisfaction. “That’s good to know because I damn sure never forgot you.”

Oh, holy hormones. The way his voice softened, turning his words husky and hot, told her he wasn’t merely performing his island duty any longer. He was hitting on her and she was so screwed.

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Fire Department Captain Dean Wolcott has struggled to tame the wild boy ways of his childhood. Now an adult, he's a responsible and respected member of the Silver Springs Fire Department. But with all he has achieved, there is one thing he still longs for…Veronica Abbott. The sweet, innocent, rich girl was always been out of his league, but that never stopped her from monopolizing his dreams. Now she's back, and the woman she has become leaves Dean with his jaw touching the floor!

After a life of domineering parents and becoming a widow in her mid-twenties, Veronica is finally in control of her future. And a future of excitement, surprise and spice is exactly what she wants. Her new business—a shop of sexual favors and lingerie—is sure to give her some of that, but it's the prospect of Dean Wolcott that really lights the fire inside her.

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Hazmat Engineer-Lieutenant Max Jasper is an explosively orgasmic recipe for disaster. Fire Investigator Regina Zimmer knows, if she lets him get too close, she’ll go up in flames. She’s worked hard to prove herself a highly competent professional in the fire service. But, when tragedy strikes, the career she loves is threatened and surrendering to her desires for Max could change everything.

Max asked one question when he first met the fiery red-headed Regina and she immediately dubbed him as Lieutenant Ass. Since then, anytime their paths have crossed, they’ve ended up snipping at each another. Still, when Regina’s personal life starts to take her down emotionally, Max is there for her. When the Flame Jumper begins torching businesses in Silver Springs and targeting Regina, Max is determined to help her catch the arsonist. But doing so will put his needs for her on the line and create a backdraft neither of them can escape.