I’m Griffin Reed—cutthroat entrepreneur and competitive bastard. Trust is a four-letter word and everyone is disposable…except Britta Stone. Three years ago, she was my everything before I stupidly threw her away. I thought I’d paid for my sin in misery—until I learned we have a son. Finding out she’s engaged to a bore who’s rushing her to the altar pisses me off even more. I intend to win her back and raise our boy. I’ll have to get ruthless, of course. Luckily, that’s one of my most singular talents.
Sixty days. That’s what I’m asking the gritty, independent single mother to give me—twenty-four/seven. Under my roof. And if I have my way, in my bed. Britta says she wants nothing to do with me. But her body language and passionate kisses make her a liar. Now all I have to do is coax her into surrendering to the old magic between us. Once I have her right where I want her, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I more than need her.
✬This book is the second in the More Than Words series. The books are companions, not serials, meaning that backstory, secondary characters, and other elements will be easier to relate to if you read the installments in order, but the main romance of each book is a stand-alone.
✬This book contains lines that may make you laugh, events that may make you cry, and scenes that will probably have you squirming in your seat. Don’t worry about cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed! (Does not contain elements of BDSM or romantic suspense.)
Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
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Aryn “Beck” Becker has nothing but time on his hands and a strong lack of women in his bed. His vacant bed is by choice, the plain and simple fact is, they’re boring him.
Unable to shake the nagging feeling that he’s missing something in his life, Dex decides to bring him along to The Box and introduce him to the kinkier side of sex and relationships.
Beck’s heart is set, he’ll find a great woman willing to be his submissive, he’ll train and hopefully find happiness inside the club.
But when a scene enraptures him, he’s surprised by his own desire and the Top that can bring him to his knees.
Aryn has given into his deepest desire.
He’s submitted to the one man who can bring him to his knees, Caden Mitchell.
But things aren’t perfect.
Caden’s been away working on his latest project and Aryn is lonely. His loneliness incites thoughts of all the things he wants more of with Caden. But is Caden willing to give him more?
‘We all struggle. We all desire.’
When the Northmen’s ship is brought ashore in a storm, Elswyth
is faced with the prowess of Eirik: a giant of a man who lets nothing stand in
his way. Elswyth struggles to remain independent, but cannot deny her
sexual attraction and, ultimately, the satisfaction she finds in Eirik’s bed.Can Eirik offer her more, and what dark secrets await Elswyth,
if she returns with the Northmen to their distant lands?
✬A 13,000 word novelette, featuring explicit sexual scenes.✬
✬Part One in the Viking Thunder series.✬
✬Viking Thunder ✬
✬Emmanuelle de Maupassant ✬
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I saw the power of his body. His
head almost touching the cross beam of the ceiling, his shoulders double the
width of most men. His abdomen was hard, muscled. Most striking of all, his
upper body was thickly patterned in dark blue-green patterns, interlocking,
covering all his arms, as if he wore sleeves upon his skin. Designs stretched
across his upper chest, and continued up his neck.
I’d never seen such a thing, such a man.
He smiled to see me look, and his cock gave a small leap. When he laughed, it was not as before, to command the
approval of a crowd, but because the amusement was his.
Faline wasted no time. With a
toss of her head, she stripped herself and climbed into my bed, pulling the soft
furs to her neck. There was malice and mischief in her defiance.
Outside, the thunder rolled
closer and, when Eirik spoke, it was as if his voice were a continuance of its
resonance.
“Here.”
I was drawn to the strength of
him, to the force of his body and the power that I knew was his.
Once close enough, his fingers pulled
at the laces of my costume, dexterous, despite their size. One by one, the
garments dropped, or were pulled over my head.
I shivered in my nakedness,
feeling the touch of his eyes upon me, their roaming of my skin, and the
nearness of his body.
My husband had been a perfunctory
lover, interested only in his own satisfaction, and as likely as not to give me
a clout about the head as he entered me. Moreover, his bedding was a quick
matter, over almost as soon as it had begun.
My grandmother had told me that I
must be patient. Love would grow with time and, with it, pleasure, but it had
not.
I’d loved a dog we kept from a
puppy, and the lambs I’d raised one spring, when their mother had abandoned
them. I’d felt more for those animals than I had for any man.
I’d heard the girls talk of the
boys they liked best: the urgency of their kisses, of their own responding
desire. I’d felt nothing similar for a man: not for my husband most certainly.
As for this Northman, his
arrogance was insufferable. Yet, I burned for him.
He knelt, pressing his mouth
first to one breast and then the other, taking not only my nipple but the whole
orb into his mouth. His warm tongue worked with his teeth, to pull and tease,
sending a spasm through my cunt. His hands grasped my buttocks and I felt a
rush of desire. His warriors had raped and killed and stolen, and yet I could
think only of my need to feel him inside me.
And then he was lifting me in his
arms, to lay me upon the bed, pushing my legs apart. His cock loomed above, and
his balls, large and heavy. The muscles of my sex contracted in anticipation. I’d quite forgotten about Faline,
but felt now her hands upon my shoulders, pulling me further up the bed. I
struggled, indignant, but she pinned me at the upper arms, placing her weight
upon me.
Faline’s legs were open behind my
head, so that I smelt the fish-sourness of her.
She exchanged a look with Eirik,
one of knowing, of encouragement. Whether I liked it or not, she was to be the
third in my bed and take her share.
I’d expected Eirik to push
himself into me, to begin the fucking he must intend. I knew the sex act well
enough. Instead, he raised my hips to his waiting mouth.
I’d never felt a man’s tongue
inside me. I would have twisted away, but that he held me tight. His laughter
hummed against my sex, and then he ran his tongue through my slit, finding the
nub I would press when I lay quietly at night.
I sighed in longing, wrapping my
legs about his head, drawing him down further. His tongue gave me more pleasure
than my husband’s member had ever done.
What a
strange thing for a man to do, I thought. For what enjoyment is there in this for him?
But enjoyment there must have
been, for his mouth ate me as ravenously as the wolf will take a goose, feathers
and all. And I, the goose, was only too willing to be devoured.
When he raised his face, I caught
a glimpse of something darker: the desire to pursue his lust.
Keeping my hips raised to him, he
aligned his cock to my gaping wetness, holding me firm beneath my buttocks. I
felt the first nudge of his swollen head, and then he entered, as smooth and
easy as a knife through freshly set butter.
I looked up and saw Faline
watching Eirik, watching the long thrusts, each of which brought a responding
moan from me, from the new voice which was growing inside, stoked by the fuel
of this man’s body.
Emmanuelle tells us, “This is my first foray into Viking territory and
I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it was. There are two things that turn
me aflutter: one is brains (I’ve had a thing about clever old Sherlock since
watching Basil Rathbone in the original black and white films); the other is
pure physical brawn.
Give me Conan the Barbarian, give me Ragnar and Rollo in the Vikings
series, give me Chris Helmsley as Thor in the Marvel Comic films.
There is something in me that responds, at the basest animal level, to
physical, overpowering strength – the sort that comes from wielding an axe in
battle. I want the throw down!
It was an utter joy to write my own Viking, Eirik. Of course, this
being a romance, I’ve given him other qualities besides brute strength. My
heroine discovers that he’s not only a magnificent (and inventive) lover but is
loyal to his men, and proud of his warrior heritage.
‘Viking Thunder’ is a story of sexual awakening, independence and
identity.
What else can I say? It features a whole lot of Vikings, and some
volcanic-level sex!”
Emmanuelle writes the glitteringly erotic, the Gothic, the
comedic and the wry. Tales to enchant, delight and disturb. She lives
with her husband (maker of tea and fruit cake) and her little haggis pudding
terrier (connoisseur of bacon treats and squeaky toys).
Authors inspiring her writing include Fay Weldon, Angela
Carter, Sarah Waters, Michel Faber, AS Byatt, and Donna Tartt.
Her ‘Cautionary Tales’ are inspired by the dark superstitions
of Russia and Eastern Slavonic Europe.
What happens when happily ever after isn’t happy? When everything you thought you knew changes?
Obligation… Marriage Betrayal… Freedom Until him. Until her.
Second chances…
Until them.
Deceit… Doubt.
The past may have won the battles, but can Love win the War?
Believe it or not, writing was never a dream for Cary. Reading was something she never enjoyed growing up. All it took was one friend, who went MIA for a weekend on a book binge, to share her passion and loan an ebook, lighting a fire inside
her. Two years, and hundreds of ebooks
later, she connected with one of her favorite authors, who patiently listened
to her plot ideas. Her encouragement and saying those three little words “You
write it!” changed everything! So,
welcome! Hop on board, and enjoy the ride.
✬Cary’s SweetHarts (Closed Group): ✬https://www.facebook.com/groups/CarysSweetHarts/ ✬
Where I End is a standalone new adult romance.
Pretentious. Arrogant. Condescending. Cruel.
All words I’d used to label him. Exactly what I’d always believed he was. All that changed one spring morning when I realized I didn’t know the man behind the facade at all.
Angry. Desperate. Broken. Mine.
All words I’d use to define him after I interfered. Once our eyes locked, I was all in. There was no turning back. He tried to push me away, but I refused to let him go. I was determined to save him. What I didn’t expect was that he would save me, too.
I was so close to ending my misery. Mere seconds away. Then she stumbled upon our argument, and I changed my plans. She wasn’t supposed to be there. She knew too much. Even with my entire world burning down around me, she wouldn’t walk away.
I’ve always been on my own. No one had ever fought for me before. Why should anyone start now? But she did, no matter how much I tried to stop her. I knew I was nothing, unworthy of her, but she was persistent. Once she got under my skin, I couldn’t let her go, because where I end, she begins.
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
When Sadie Foster’s world collided with Ramsey Dalton, she never expected to find herself in the middle of a vicious war between two motorcycle clubs. Caught in a web of secrets and lies, Sadie begins to question everything about herself, and her life.
Ramsey is struggling to keep it together. With the conflict between the Steel Souls and The White Wolves coming to a head, Sadie’s life isn’t the only one at risk. Pulled in all directions, Ramsey is torn between his feelings for Sadie, and his ability to keep everyone he cares about safe from harm.
Uncovering a new reality at every turn, Ramsey and Sadie are pushed to their very limits and forced to evaluate everything they know to be true. But things are not always as they seem. And knowing who to trust can mean the difference between life and death.
There’s no denying the chemistry between them, and it seems their paths were always destined to cross. But is their connection strong enough to withstand the storm?
Because the reality is, there’s no war without passion, and no love without loss…
Nikki Groom is a hopeless romantic, lover of all things happily ever after and firm believer that love makes the world go around.
In her spare time, you will find Nikki laughing with her very treasured family, walking with her beloved dog in the hundred acre wood or curled up in a cosy corner with words and wine.
She lives in East Sussex with her husband and two children. Having turned her hand to many things over the years, Nikki is now proud to add ‘author’ to that list.
Having always been a dreamer, Nikki’s imagination stretches far and wide, which enables her to get lost in faraway places and imaginary people.
Nikki loves to chat, especially about books! You can find her here…
