Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Get it while it's hot!

Fully Involved (MFM)

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Skye Britt barely escaped a horrible marriage, only to discover she was pregnant. For seven years, she’s worked to get her life together and be the best single mother she can be. Trusting men isn’t easy, especially when it means letting them get close to her daughter Sunny. But Squad 14 firefighters Dustin Jasper and Bryson Niles are determined to break down her defenses and, soon, she finds herself wondering if she’s ready to give love a chance again.

Uniform bunnies can be fun, but Dustin and Bryson are looking for more than a one-night stand. They find it when they meet Skye, but they aren’t the only ones that have found her. When a demon from her past comes after her, it takes the skill and knowledge that earned them their uniforms to save Skye and her daughter from certain death and prove to Skye just how fully involved they want to be in her and Sunny’s lives. 

Adult Excerpt:

“Which room is yours?”
He’d already carried her out of the kitchen and was stepping into the hallway before his question registered in her sex-fogged brain.
“The last one at the end of the hall.”
He took a couple of steps, paused at the closed door to Sunny’s room, and looked down at her. “Should be check on her? Does she get up in the middle of the night?”
His concern for her daughter catching them tied a knot around her heart. She shook her head. “She shouldn’t as long as we’re quiet.”
Seemingly satisfied by her answer, he started walking again.
Skye lifted her head from where it had fallen to rest on the front of his shoulder, looked behind him, and saw Dustin following. Her heart drummed double-time at the sight of him, the realization of what she was about to do really sinking in. She was allowing two men into her bedroom, her sanctuary, the only private spot she called hers. Even Sunny wasn’t permitted to enter her bedroom after she’d been put to sleep unless there was an emergency. She had instilled that rule, wanting her daughter to grow up feeling a safety in her surroundings she, herself, had never felt.
Bryson stopped in the doorway of her bedroom. Dustin reached inside and flicked on the overhead light. That’s when reality really hit home.
Skye scanned the room, grateful that she’d picked up her dirty clothes that morning and put them in the clothesbasket. Nothing was out of place and the bed was neatly made.
Not for long.
The thought had her racing heart skipping a rapid beat even as juice leaked from between her feminine lips. Bryson started walking again and each long stride he took that brought him to the side of that bed made her pulse pound furiously and more juices escape her body.
He carefully lowered her to her feet in front of him, but his hands didn’t leave her. Instead, the closed on her hips, glided up to fist the hem of her blouse, and tugged it slowly up and over her head.
Dustin. Where was Dustin? She refused to forget about him again. He was there, closing the door quietly behind him before making his way to her and Bryson. He touched her, just the littlest brush of a fingertip to her bare shoulder as he walked around her. He stopped at her back, freed the clasp of her bra, and gently slid the straps down her shoulders and off her arms.
Naked from the waist up, her gaze locked with Bryson’s heavy-lidded eyes, the first dregs of uncertainty attempted to rear its ugly head. She wouldn’t allow it. She ruthlessly slammed the door of the green eyed monster’s cage, determined to allow herself this moment, this time, and worry about the consequences of her actions later.
“Will you think I’m a pig if I admit that I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you naked since the minute you stomped up to me at the park?”
Skye smiled despite the shiver that rushed through her as Dustin’s hands moved around to her front, found the button of her slacks, freed it, and went to work on the zipper. “It would be wrong of me if I did, because I’ve fantasized about the same thing with you,” she admitted. “Although the park and the upstairs deck at your place took turns for top spot after you introduced me to Dustin.”
It was true. Though she hadn’t wanted the visions to come, those were the things she’d been seeing nightly since she’d met the two of them. In those fantasies, she had been the one to come, over and over, with one or both of them inside her until they’d found their release, too. Then, the fantasies had started all over again.
“Christ, Skye,” Dustin whispered, his hands pausing in the act of lowering her slacks as he rested his forehead on the back of her shoulder.
Bryson was looking at her and the expression on his handsome face turned quite possibly more serious than she’d ever seen it. “You don’t know how much we needed to hear that.”
No, she didn’t. She didn’t even understand why they had needed to hear it. Deep down, she didn’t believe either of them had been hanging around simply to get her into bed. Still, why did it seem to matter so much to Dustin that she’d been dreaming of having sex with them?
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s okay,” Dustin told her as he lifted his head and resumed his act of tugging her slacks down her legs. “You don’t need to.”
“Don’t question it. Don’t question anything tonight.” Bryson’s hands floated up her body, turned when they reached her breasts, and palmed them. “Just let us make you feel alive tonight.”
The pad of his thumbs grazed over her taut nipples and whatever questions might have remained in her mind vanished. Lower, Dustin had pushed her slacks to her ankles, sent her panties to follow, and reached a hand between her legs to cover her bare pussy.
“Are we on the right track?”
“Yes.” Skye let her eyes close and her head fall back on his shoulder as one wide finger slipped between her sodden folds and pressed lightly over her clit.
“Are you sure?” Bryson’s hands moved to cover her breasts, squeezed, and drew a low moan from her throat.
“Definitely.”
Both men chuckled softly, but it was Dustin who spoke.
“Do you know what we want?”
Even as he asked the question, the pad of his finger began a pressured massage on her clit. With his finger doing that and Bryson’s hands manipulating her breasts, she couldn’t even fathom a guess. She didn’t bother to try. She settled on shaking her head.
“We want you to come for us, Skye,” Bryson told her as his thumbs and forefingers closed lightly on her nipples and gave them a gentle pinch.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, Consensual BDSM, with M/M elements]
Tess returned to Silver Springs leaving her heart and acting aspirations behind in Hollywood. Two years later, both have followed her. Now an officer with the SSPD, she's found the strong, in control, happy side of herself she always sought. But a single command from Devon Gerard's panty-wetting voice takes it all away, sending her spiraling down a path of wicked desire.

Devon never understood why Tess left. Still, he let her go without a fight, 
and it was the stupidest thing he ever did. When his latest role brings him to Silver Springs, he knows it's time to reclaim what is his. But a case she's working on collides with the film he's shooting, throwing them into a battle that rages with danger, deceit, and desire.


[Menage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Mythological]
It's custom in the goddess land for a mating celebration to be held when a royal heir comes of age. Aithne is the first of the three demigoddess heirs to reach her joining night, the night she will meet her destined heart. She knows not whom he might be, only that she will feel a pervasive tremor--the sign of destined love--in her heart and body when their eyes meet.

When Aithne spots Dustin, everything inside her quivers with desire so intense it leaves her breathless. She has found her true mate in the tall, blond, muscular Fae warrior. But when Hakan, heir to the throne of Tolynn, steps in, her desire spreads to him like a creamy wave. Is it possible to have two fated loves? If not, how will she choose between them?

Monday, November 2, 2015

It's Release Day!

Tempted, Twisted, and Taken (MFM)

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Structural engineer Autumn Johnson only has eyes for her career. But destiny throws her a twist that puts Engine Company Lieutenant Zach Torren and lead paramedic Casey Macon in her sights. She’s had her fill of obnoxious men in the fire service, but Zach and Casey are determined to show her how hot and enjoyable fate can be.

Zach knows how to put out fires. He knows how to keep them burning, too. The spontaneous flames that erupt when he meets Autumn need fuel, not water. But, someone wants her dead and, in the end, he'll need skill more than charm he to keep her alive.

It’s been years since a woman caught Casey’s heart. Autumn does it on sight, but is she everything Zach thinks she is? When her life is threatened, he pushes that question aside and focuses on keeping her safe. But, when he discovers who’s behind it all, it might be too late.

Excerpt:

She met Zach’s gaze. “I want you on your knees so I can get to you.” She shifted her attention to Casey. “I want you behind me.”
“You want doggie style,” Casey guessed correctly and, oh boy, the flames that overtook his eyes were the hottest she’d ever seen.
She waggled her brows. “Woof. Woof.”
Casey cracked up.
Zach snorted and rested his forehead on the side of her shoulder as he laughed. “And you call me the comedian.”
Autumn waited for both men to sober before she framed Casey’s handsome face with her hands. “I’m not ready for anal sex yet, but I won’t mind if you play there. It will help, won’t it, so it doesn’t hurt when I am ready?”
She’d never had anal sex, but she’d had a boyfriend who had tried once. It had been far too painful for her to allow him to continue. Still, she had always wanted to try again, especially when the ménage fantasies had started creeping into her dreams about being with Zach and Casey. She was certain the reason it had hurt so badly before was because the guy she’d been with hadn’t cared about anything beyond his own satisfaction. He’d done nothing to prepare her and hadn’t been gentle or slow. Casey was the wilder one when it came to kisses and blurring the line between pleasure and pain, but somehow she knew, when it came to anal sex, he would be tenderer, at least until she became comfortable with the act.
“Yeah,” he told her, his voice thick with his own arousal. “It’ll help.”
“I’ll get the condoms and lube.” Zach brushed a light kiss over her shoulder, eased back, and walked on his knees to the head of the bed. He pulled open the nightstand drawer, palmed two condoms, a tube of lubrication, and returned to them.
Autumn watched him as he passed one of the condoms and the lube to Casey and started to work on the remaining foil wrapper in his hand. She reached out and curled her fingers around his wrist. “Are you clean?”
She hated to ask, but in this day and age, a woman had to be careful. He met her gaze and she knew by the intense look in his eyes that she could trust him. He nodded. “Then you don’t need that. I want to taste you, not latex.” She turned to Casey and grimaced. “Unfortunately, you will need one. I’m not on birth control.” She’d stopped bothering with it when she’d sworn off men, but now wished she hadn’t.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
She minded, though. Casey had told her he’d never been inside a woman without a condom. She wanted to be his first. She made a mental note to make an appointment with her OB-GYN tomorrow morning as he rolled the condom down his massive cock.
Her pussy convulsed as a swift rush of anticipation returned. She shifted, got to her knees, and turned, her mouth watering when her gaze landed on Zach. He was on his knees, his sexy ass settled back on his haunches, and his naked cock standing at attention. She licked her lips, more than ready to give it that attention as she flattened her hands on the mattress and crawled to him.
“Christ, that’s fucking sexy,” Casey whispered behind her.
Autumn glanced at him over her shoulder. Men had told her all her adult life how sexy she was, but she actually felt sexy for the first time. It was the look in his eyes that made her feel it as his gaze moved over her back and ass. Said ass tingled, the muscles flexing on their own accord as if eagerly awaiting his touch.
Saying thank you seemed too inane, so she simply smiled and turned back to Zach. He rose to his knees when she stopped in front of him, putting his cock in perfect alignment with her mouth. Behind her, Casey moved in, positioning himself on his knees between her legs. She wiggled her ass and swallowed a giggle when he moaned. Then his hands molded the cheeks of her ass and it was her turn to moan.
His hands caressed the orbs, squeezed them, and then one hand curled, parting them and tugging at the entrance to her ass. Sharp flares of heat whipped through her system. That heat was met with a startling chill as he slipped a finger into her crack. The contrast of the cool gel made her shiver.
His hips shifted and she felt the head of his cock graze her outer folds. Then it was pushing between them, homing in on the drenched opening like a heat-seeking missile, and thrusting deep.
“Oh, yes!” Her arms supporting the weight of her upper body shook, threatening to buckle, as the first round of pleasure tore through her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he ground through gritted teeth as he settled his cock balls-deep inside her and the finger between her ass cheeks flattened over the sensitive cavity. He circled the outer rim of her anus as he pulled his cock back until only the head remained inside her pussy before he thrust it in again all the way to the hilt.
Autumn cried out, the second round of pleasure ripping through her more violently than the first. She felt a hand push beneath her hair, turn to gently fist the strands, and she opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed. Her gaze locked on Zach’s cock barely a breath from her mouth and she parted her lips, stuck out her tongue, and swiped at the bead of pre-cum glistening on the slit. His hand in her hair gave the strands a reflexive tug, his hips bucked, and a soft, animalistic sound rumbled from his throat. Wanting to hear more of those sounds, she licked his engorged cockhead into her mouth, closed her lips around it, and sucked it deeper.
“Holy shit!”

Saturday, October 24, 2015

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Tempted, Twisted, and Taken (MFM)

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AVAILABLE: Monday, November 2nd

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Structural engineer Autumn Johnson only has eyes for her career. But destiny throws her a twist that puts Engine Company Lieutenant Zach Torren and lead paramedic Casey Macon in her sights. She’s had her fill of obnoxious men in the fire service, but Zach and Casey are determined to show her how hot and enjoyable fate can be.

Zach knows how to put out fires. He knows how to keep them burning, too. The spontaneous flames that erupt when he meets Autumn need fuel, not water. But, someone wants her dead and, in the end, he'll need skill more than charm he to keep her alive.

It’s been years since a woman caught Casey’s heart. Autumn does it on sight, but is she everything Zach thinks she is? When her life is threatened, he pushes that question aside and focuses on keeping her safe. But, when he discovers who’s behind it all, it might be too late.

Excerpt:

The firefighter’s voice was smooth and melodious, like an FM radio DJ’s voice. Autumn pulled her gaze up, skipped over the strong chin with a day’s growth of stubble, and paused at the slightly parted, way too kissable, set of lips. Her heart rate kicked into double time as heat unfolded in girly parts she’d thought had gone dormant long ago. Those lips moved as he spoke again.
“Are you okay?”
No, she absolutely wasn’t okay if her system was reacting to this man this way. Hadn’t her body learned anything? She tore her attention from his mouth, dragged it up the bridge of his nose, and met his gaze. Hazel eyes stared back at her with a mix of concern and unadulterated attraction flaming in their depths.
Firefighter. Firefighter. Firefighter!
Her mind screamed the word at her like a mantra as her traitorous gaze took a quick stroll over his short, light brown hair and drool-worthy face before locking on his eyes again. He was decidedly a young firefighter at that. Then again, since passing the big 4-0 last year, anyone under the obvious age of fifty had started to look young.
“I’m fine. I just wasn’t watching where I was going.”
His lips kicked into a charming lopsided grin. “Neither was I.” His gaze dropped, slid slowly down her body, and inched its way up again, drinking her in as if his eyes were straws and she was suddenly his favorite beverage. “I am now.”
Oh, God. That look absolutely should not have had her nipples beading to hardened points that poked against the cups of her bra. It should not have ignited a slow burn in her clit and had juices slicking her feminine folds.
But, damn it, it did.
“Again, I do apologize.” Needing to make a fast escape, Autumn kneeled to retrieve the bag she’d dropped when they had collided, unable to keep her gaze from taking in every long, stupendously toned, and­—oh, wow—outrageously packed inch of him clad in tight-fitting uniform pants and black combat-style boots.
Apparently having the same idea, he kneeled with her and reached for the bag. Their fingers brushed and a zillion volts of supercharged white-hot desire zinged up her arm.
No. No. No! Didn’t her hand know she wasn’t attracted to men like him? She had suffered more than her fair share of obnoxious, egotistical, I’m-too-hot-in-my-uniform firemen like him.
“I’ve got it,” she told him as she took the bag and quickly straightened. “Thanks. Have a good evening.” She started to walk around him, but his long fingers closed on her forearm, sending another unwanted zing ricocheting through her.
“Hey. You can’t run off without at least telling me your name.”
She took a deep breath and met his gaze again. Holy hormones! His hand on her arm coupled with the flames still present in his hazel eyes was more than enough to have her envisioning hot, sweaty bodies—his and hers—tangled in rumpled sheets.
“Autumn.”
“Autumn.” The way he repeated her name in that smooth, melodic voice added sound to her vision, the kind that had him whispering her name as he settled his narrow hips between her wide-spread legs. “Different, but beautiful. Do you have a last name to go with it?”
“That one’s not so different. It’s Johnson.”
“Zach Torren.” His hand slid down her forearm, leaving a path of sizzling heat in its wake as it closed around hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Autumn Johnson.”
Not so obnoxious. In fact, he was polite, well mannered, and too freaking nice. The man should’ve been covered in warning labels. Ones that read something like, Caution: Any form of physical interaction will result in third-degree burns and, Caution: Prolonged eye contact will be damaging to the system. Those labels might not be present, but the one on his shirt was enough to set off the sirens in her head, even if her body didn’t seem to hear them. Almost any man could give off the first impression of being a nice guy if he wanted to.
“You, too, Zach. Now, if you will excuse me.”
The radio on his hip squawked and Autumn’s belly churned at the sound. “Hey, Lieutenant. What’s your ETA? We’re starving out here.”
He reached with his free hand, snagged the radio from his belt, and keyed it up to speak. “Hold your horses. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
His other hand was still holding hers. She eased hers free and immediately felt the loss of the warmth from his touch as she started to back away. “It sounds like you need to go, too.”
“They can wait.” He took a step forward, reclaiming more than half the distance she’d put between them in a single stride. “Can I buy you a drink sometime? Take you to dinner and a movie?”
Yes, the sirens in her head were doing their job. They drowned out the screams of her body to accept his offer for a date and reminded her she had thankfully thought to put on her ring before leaving the house. That ring was her defense mechanism, her way of keeping herself from doing stupid things like forgetting the misery men had brought to her life, especially men like the panty-wetting lieutenant currently asking her on a date.
She held up her left hand, showing him the silver band and matching diamond ring on her third finger, and gave him her best apologetic smile. “I don’t think my husband would approve.”
Disappointment threw water on the flames in his eyes, but it didn’t put them out completely. “He’s a lucky man.” He turned slightly and bent at the waist to snag the handle of the basket she hadn’t realized he’d dropped when they had collided. When he straightened, he gave her a smile that sent more of those zings bouncing from one erogenous zone in her body to the next. “But I’m still glad you ran into me. Have a good evening, Autumn.”

Monday, September 14, 2015

It's Release Day!

Flashpoint (MFM)
Flashpoint (MFM)

by Tonya Ramagos
Uniformed and Smoking Hot 4

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Firefighter Lena Durham is hell-bent on keeping a promise she made sixteen years ago to never date a fireman. Except, two have gotten under her skin…big time! She’s falling for smoking hot firefighters Wes and Axl and the flashpoint that ensues could break that promise and damage her career.
Firefighter Axl Shaffer’s position on Engine 9 may be temporary, but he’s been on Station 2’s B-shift long enough to know what he wants. The tough, sexy, and capable Lena has sworn to never date firemen, but he’s about to show her that some vows are made to be broken.
Wes Stanley has been in love with Lena for years, but he’s kept his feelings a secret. Now, he’s not the only one that wants her. He cooks up a plan and includes Axl, but trickery isn’t his style and he just may have ruined his chance to have the woman he loves and the friendship with her he holds dear.
Excerpt:
Lena knew exactly what she was asking for, and though her arms on either side of Wes’s head shook when she felt the foot of the mattress dip as Axl climbed onto the bed behind her, she wasn’t asking for anything she didn’t want. Her body burned from roots to toe with the desire to feel both of her men inside her. She wasn’t sure she could take it, but apparently her body had decided it could. Otherwise, she wouldn’t feel the intense need ricocheting from her filled pussy to her empty ass like a ping-pong ball ready to explode if it didn’t get the satisfaction it craved.
Could a ping-pong ball really crave satisfaction? The ludicrous question flew from her mind as Axl flattened a large, callused palm on her left butt cheek. The heat of that simple touch she’d felt so many times before shot through her like a harpoon. That heat spread even more, driving her to the point of near madness as he tenderly caressed her ass before slipping two well-lubed fingers from his other hand into the crack of her ass.
Her inner pussy muscles flexed around Wes’s cock inside her of their own accord, and she saw his eyes roll back in his head before they slowly closed and a low-throated growl escaped his lips.
“Lena.” The tone of his voice made her name a warning.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, already on the verge of breathlessness. “You know I can’t help it when he touches me like that.”
They’d had this conversation before, about how her whole body tended to tense up when one of them played with her ass while the other one was inside her pussy. Now was even more different than it had been because she was riding on the potent, trepidation-laced fear of feeling more than a couple of fingers in her ass while she was straddling Wes’s cock.
“Axl, stop playing around,” Wes told him through gritted teeth.
“No way. I’m not going to hurt her.”
The conviction and concern in Axl’s voice had Lena looking back at him over her shoulder. He met her gaze, and she saw both emotions mirrored in his eyes. “It’s going to hurt. I know that, and I’m not going to try to pretend it won’t. But it will only be for a moment. I want you, the real you, inside me.”
She’d learned almost instantly that the real Axl was the rough and wild one during sex. Wes enjoyed the occasional bondage play, but he was always more tender and preferred to take it slowly.
“You’ll get me, baby, in just another minute.” His well-lubed fingers traveled farther down the crack of her ass, found her forbidden hole, and gently eased their way inside.
Lena’s breaths quickened, her eyes closed, and righted her head, only to let it bow as Axl worked the cool gel into her flaming ass, stroking the inner walls of her anus, and spreading his fingers to stretch the opening as he pushed the digits in deeper.
“Tell me that minute is almost up,” Wes said, his voice strained with his slipping control. “Her pussy is so tight around my dick. Jesus!”
Axl chuckled. “It’s about to get even tighter.”
A soft sound that closely resembled a whimper of protest escaped Lena’s lips as Axl pulled his fingers from her ass. The absence of that pressure, of the odd pleasure, was instantaneous. She wanted it back. She wanted more!
He stopped making her wait. She felt the mattress shift, felt one hand pull at the heated flesh of her rear, opening it as the bulbous head of his cock slipped between her cheeks. She froze, tensed, her heart racing, and every ounce of her focus on what was about to happen.
“Wes, distract her.”
Wes’s hands were on her sides, and he glided them up and down, caressing her flesh as he lifted his hips and slowly started to make love to her. It was enough to remind her of the man beneath her, inside her, and she lifted her head enough to gaze down at him when she opened her eyes.
“Don’t think about it.”
Lena gave Wes a breathless laugh. “Easy for you to say.”
She couldn’t help but think about it. Especially when Axl pushed the well-lubed, latex-covered head of his cock inside her anus. Though he took it slowly, the razor-sharp pain that shot through her as he breached her most sensitive opening, pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and eased deeper inside her drew a cry from deep in her throat. But that pain didn’t last. It almost instantly morphed to a wild, crazy, and bittersweet pleasure that turned her next cry into a moan.
“Fuck!” Wes growled. “I can feel your dick going inside her.”
“So can I.” Axl’s words shook with equal parts amusement and pleasure and kept on pushing until the base of his body met with the swells of her ass. All the way inside her anus now, he stopped and folded himself over her back.
“Are you okay?”
Okay didn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling. Wes had stopped, too, with his cock buried impossibly deep in her pussy. Her body was full, amazingly so, with two enormous cocks and so much electrified pleasure she felt it short-circuiting everything in her system.
She had to gulp before she could answer him. “Better than. Oh God. It feels so good. Move. I need you both to move. Make love to me. Now!”

Saturday, September 5, 2015

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Don't miss your chance to get Sexual Games [The Heroes of Silver Springs 8] for only $0.99!


FBI agent Jackson Graham is tired of playing games. He wants Mallory Stone and he’s made his intentions clear. While Mallory is burning hot for a night of passion, she won’t give him her heart, and he won’t settle for less. He’s warned her when his tie comes off, it’s really going to be time to play. He has some new games in mind, and the prize will be more than her delicious, sultry body.
Why can’t no-strings-attached sex be enough for Jackson? Jackson knows Mallory wants him in her bed, but he won’t let it be that easy. He wants her heart. A life spent knowing the consequences of love has put her heart under a lock she simply cannot allow to be broken. But when a case puts her in danger, fears swap sides, emotions run wild, and they find themselves playing a game they both might lose.

5 STARS: "The Heroes of Silver Springs is such an amazing series, and Sexual Games is definitely a fantastic addition. While the characters often span throughout the series, there is enough back-story and history to make it a stand alone read. The chemistry between Mallory and Jackson is top notch, but surprisingly, I found myself even more drawn to the secondary story in Sexual Games, the burgeoning love triangle between firefighter engineer Thaddeus, FBI agent Cameron and DEA agent Adrien. Thaddeus finally meets Cameron, the man who has made his sometimes lover Adrien back off from a commitment to him, and the two find they have much in common, including a mutual attraction. I sure hope Ms. Ramagos gives me their story soon! Those two hot as sin story lines, combined with impeccable writing of danger and intrigue, make Sexual Games an off the charts sexy read! Between the sex scene in the kitchen and Mallory and Jackson’s scorching reactions to each other, this is one book that has the potential to burn up your ereader fast! Sexual Games is another great addition to the Heroes of Silver Springs series, Ms. Ramagos!" -- Silla Beaumont, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
5 CUPS: "Mallory is unwilling to admit someone has a hold of her, but Jackson is proving to be a stubborn man. He is looking for forever, when she is looking for right now. A case they are both involved in pushes her beyond her limit, so will she give in to the lust or is it love? Jackson patiently waits for Mallory to realize there is more to them than one night. When Mallory shows up and does the one thing guaranteed to drive him insane, he can do nothing but meet her challenge and play to win. There is another with an eye on Mallory. Before they know it, they are heavily involved in a case of sexual slavery, where Mallory may be next on the auction block. Sexual Games is a haze of mystery wrapped up in the heat of love and lust. I have fallen in love with the secondary characters as much as with Mallory and Jackson. It is a toss-up as to which characters I would like to read about next. I will be going back to the beginning of The Heroes of Silver Springs and catch up with the characters whose story has already been told. I highly recommend Sexual Games and Ms. Ramagos." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance & More

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Pre-Order Flashpoint Today!



Flashpoint (MFM)
by Tonya RamagosUniformed and Smoking Hot 4Siren-BookStrand, Inc.Heat Rating: SEXTREMEWord Count: 53,592
AVAILABLE: Monday, September 14th
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Firefighter Lena Durham is hell-bent on keeping a promise she made sixteen years ago to never date a fireman. Except, two have gotten under her skin…big time! She’s falling for smoking hot firefighters Wes and Axl and the flashpoint that ensues could break that promise and damage her career.
Firefighter Axl Shaffer’s position on Engine 9 may be temporary, but he’s been on Station 2’s B-shift long enough to know what he wants. The tough, sexy, and capable Lena has sworn to never date firemen, but he’s about to show her that some vows are made to be broken.
Wes Stanley has been in love with Lena for years, but he’s kept his feelings a secret. Now, he’s not the only one that wants her. He cooks up a plan and includes Axl, but trickery isn’t his style and he just may have ruined his chance to have the woman he loves and the friendship with her he holds dear.

STORY EXCERPT

“Jeez, I’ve played hell catching you alone today.”
Wes Stanley bit back a grin, even as his dick gave an excited jerk behind the zipper of his uniform pants at the sound of Lena Durham’s voice. It was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to send his system rocking with a longing he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he’d tried.
He’d stopped trying. He couldn’t say when things had changed for him when it came to Lena, when he’d started to see the amazingly beautiful woman beneath the tough treat-me-like-one-of-the-guys exterior or when exactly he had fallen for her. He knew only that it had happened, and it was high time to do something about it.
He glanced at her as he closed the door to the tool compartment nestled in the side of Ladder Truck 52. The woman was amazing, always so well put together, and always so on top of everything. Today was no different. Her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled into a perfect ponytail high on the back of her head, her uniform T-shirt and slacks were wrinkle free, and he would’ve sworn she’d spit-shined her boots. Damn if looking at her didn’t make him want to rumple her up.
“I would’ve made it easier if I’d known you were trying.”
Her eyes completely slayed him, especially when he caught those quick flashes of desire that moved through them when they were together before she got control of herself and blinked them away. Things hadn’t just changed for him over the years they’d worked together. They’d changed for her, too. She was damn near a pro at hiding it, but every now and then, she gifted him with just a little something that confirmed his suspicions. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
“I need a favor, a very big favor.”
Wes flattened a hand on the side of the rig and leaned on it. “Name it.”
Lena hesitated and slowly scanned the bays again, obviously making sure they were still alone. “I need you to crash a date tomorrow night.”
No way! Was she serious?
“Whose date?”
Lena took a deep, audible breath and let it out slowly. “Mine.”
Because he knew laughing wasn’t the response she would expect and it would ruin a much thought out and very carefully laid out plan, he managed to keep it together and simply blinked at her. “You want me to bust in on a date you have with another guy tomorrow night?”
“Yes. I’m supposed to meet him at seven-thirty at Amigo’s. It’ll look staged if you get there exactly at seven-thirty, so maybe wait about ten, fifteen minutes max before you show up. It would probably be better if you brought someone with you, too.”
Wes lifted a brow. “Who am I supposed to bring?”
She gestured toward the closed door to the common room of the firehouse. “I don’t know. Bring Prescott and Thomas. They love Mexican food. Hell, bring any of the guys. I just need this to look like it always does when we get together off shift and not like a date.”
Wes couldn’t bite back the grin this time. “But you said it is a date.”
“It is, but I don’t want it to look like one.”
“Then why did you agree to go out with the guy?”
“I didn’t. I mean, I did, but I didn’t have choice.”
Wes gave her a puzzled look. “Are you saying this guy is forcing you to go out with him?”
Lena blew a frustrated breath up her face, and damn if Wes didn’t feel his lips spread in another grin. It was happening, just not in the way he’d fantasized about for years. She was getting rumpled. Well, okay, rattled was probably the more appropriate word, but either way, he was loving every second of it.
“He isn’t forcing me. My grandparents are. Well, they’re not exactly forcing me,” she corrected, “but they really want me to go.”
Wes slowly nodded. “And you couldn’t say no.” It didn’t surprise him. There was only one thing in Lena’s life he figured meant more to her than being a firefighter. Correction. Three things. Her grandparents.
“You’ve met my grandparents. Could you say no to them?”
Wes chuckled and shook his head. “I doubt it.”
“Look. The guy is a firefighter. You know how my grandparents always donate money to the orphaned children’s fund during the cops and firefighter auction?”
“They’re some of the fund’s biggest contributors.”
“Right. Well, usually, they write a check and that’s the end of it.”
“But this year, they bought you a date.”
“You really have to help me out here, Stanley. You know I don’t date firefighters.”
Oh, he knew that all too well, but he was really hoping tomorrow night would change that.
“Who’s the firefighter?”
Lena shook her head hard enough to send her ponytail swinging. “I don’t know. The grandparents wouldn’t tell me. I know it’s not anyone on our shift or A-shift out of Station 5. All of those guys are in relationships these days, and none of you were involved in the benefit.”
She sounded so sure of that that Wes wasn’t about to tell her otherwise.
“At least you’ve eliminated twenty-seven guys.”
Lena scoffed. “And still have close to a hundred possibilities, counting the captain and crews left at this station and the other two firehouses. Thanks for reminding me. So, you’ll do it, right?”
The hope in her amazing eyes filled his heart. “Yeah, Durham. I’ll do it.”
And pray like hell you don’t burn me alive after I do.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Come visit me this Saturday!!!

I will be in Atlanta attending the Authors After Dark conference this weekend. Saturday is the huge book signing with lots of great authors and even more great books! Here's the deets. I hope to see you there!


Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Explosive Hearts is released!




Did you get your copy of Explosive Hearts yet? Don't miss out on the next installment of the Uniformed and Smoking Hot mini-series!

Trauma surgeon Paris Rainer knows how to repair wounds, but mending a broken heart, let alone two, is something she didn’t learn in medical school. When tragedy strikes Cherish F.D. Station 2’s B-shift, her talents as a doctor are put to the test, but fixing sexy firefighters Tate Shaw and Ethan Crawford is going to take womanly skills she’s not sure she has.
Since Ethan’s world was turned upside down by a breakup, he’s been lost, accused of malicious vandalism, and waiting for the next anvil to fall. When it comes in the form of a beautiful surgeon, the last thing he wants or expects is to fall in love again.
Tate isn’t a stranger to loss. When he’s faced with losing another person close to his heart, he turns to the one person that seems to understand. But Paris does more than that. She gives him hope of a life spent with her between him and Ethan forever.


ADULT EXCERPT

He closed that step of distance he’d put between them in a single stride that brought the hard wall of his body pressed against her front. “You’re babbling.”
Paris gasped, partly from the return of the electricity zinging through her system and partly because she knew she wasn’t doing anything of the sort. “I’m not babbling. You asked questions and I’m—”
“Babbling,” he cut her off again, his voice low and rusty as he gazed down at her. “Apparently, I’m going to have to kiss you to make you stop.”
Paris blinked at him. No, he wasn’t because, oh, holy shit, whatever else she had been about to say evaporated from her mind at that. Somewhere in her scrambled brain, one question managed to form and make it past her lips. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I want to.”
He said it so simply, in such a matter-of-fact tone that she blinked at him again. “Ethan, you don’t want me.”
Hadn’t he told Tate he was going solo? Hadn’t he just told her that Tate was a grown man and could do whoever he wanted? Both statements had made it clear to her that he wasn’t interested, despite the tricks her imagination kept playing on her every time they touched.
One ash brown brow lifted over a green eye that danced with intrigue. “Really? If the hard-on I had for you in the hospital didn’t tell you different, this one should.” He angled his lower body, pressing it more firmly against her, and yes, his cock was definitely hard as rock.
Paris didn’t know what to say. She licked her lips and tried to latch onto that part of her brain that knew she should tell him to back off. Instead, the words that left her mouth couldn’t have been any more different. “Then maybe you should kiss me.”
What was she doing? She had just given herself to Tate, more than once in fact, and was telling Ethan to kiss her now! She had left Tate sleeping in his bed. What would he do if he walked into the kitchen and found her kissing Ethan? What would he think? How would he react?
The questions sailed from her mind when Ethan kissed her. It was a soft kiss, slightly hesitant at first, as if he feared she might pull away or as if he was deciding if he should be the one to stop instead. She didn’t pull away and he didn’t stop. He licked his way into her mouth and coaxed her tongue into a hungry dance that had her mind reeling even as her clit started to throb. Her nipples beaded to hardened points. There was no way he couldn’t feel the darts of them pressing against his chest. Juices leaked from between her pussy lips to soak the cotton lining of her panties.
Was she really going to do this?
She had found one of Tate’s shirts draped over a chair in the corner of his bedroom this morning and had thrown it on in lieu of her own clothes when she had come to the kitchen to get more water. Ethan fisted the material of that shirt now, the backs of his fingers grazing her flesh as he pulled it up and broke the kiss only long enough to tug it over her head. Then her pulsing nipples were pressing into the bare flesh of his chest and, God, yes, she was really going to do this.
She moaned into his mouth, her lower body bucking on its own accord, and her hips swaying, grinding her center against the hard line of his cock still clad in his jogging pants. She already knew how enormously long and thick his cock was and her pussy convulsed to feel it inside her.
The sound he made was more animal than man as he licked his way out of her mouth, danced his tongue down her throat, and dipped his head to take one of her breasts between his lips.
Paris cupped his nape with one hand, fisted the strands of his hair with the other, and let her head fall back as the sweet sensation of his licking and sucking on her breast drove her straight to near madness.
“Ethan.” She wasn’t sure if she said his name aloud or only in her head. It didn’t matter. Either way, he didn’t stop the delicious things he was doing to her breast with his mouth. Instead, he shifted to her other breast, taking great care to give it the same attention as the first.
“Oh, God.” Lightning bolts of pleasure shot down her body, igniting the fire already building in her pussy to an inferno she knew only this firefighter taking control of her body could put out. Apparently, Tate had done a good job of teaching her how to beg last night because it came way too easily to her now. “Ethan, please.”
He lifted his head, met her gaze, and the look in his eyes only added more fuel to the fire inside her. “I do want you, Paris. I’ve tried to resist that. If you hadn’t still been here this morning, I would’ve been able to pull it off. But you’re here and I can’t. Let me have you.”
Unable to speak around the emotions clogging her throat, Paris nodded. There was no way she could’ve missed the party that exploded in his eyes at her answer. It was so shocking to see that excitement unfold that she nearly laughed, but he chose that moment to shove a hand between their lower bodies and cover her pussy through the thin lining of her panties.
“Damn, sweetheart, you’re wet. Tell me it’s because you really want me as badly as I want you.”
Her hand was still in his hair and she toyed with the strands as she gazed at him. “Yes, Ethan. I want you.”