|Posted by Alyssa Drake on December 18, 2018 at 6:10 PM||comments (0)|
A victim of obligation discovers the cost of true love:
Gabrielle wastes her days slogging away behind a desk, fending off the unwanted advances of her manager, and her nights spoon-feeding memories to her mother, a new resident of an assisted-living facility specializing in dementia.
The only high-point in her life is Luciano, the striking grandson of another patient, who suffers the same fate as she. When his grandmother dies, Luciano gives Gabrielle a farewell gift: an antique music box.
But the music box hides an evil curse–one which demands a unique sacrifice. Once the truth is revealed, Gabrielle must decide what–and who–she is willing to sacrifice for love.
Fans of Christine Feehan and Nora Roberts will be captivated by the third book in this haunting paranormal series. Click now and fall in love on Firefly Island!
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|Posted by Alyssa Drake on October 27, 2018 at 1:10 PM||comments (0)|
A witch without her powers must choose between a dangerous love
and a dark destiny.
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When circumstances outside of Remy Vasile’s control bring her back to Firefly Island, the undeveloped witch doesn’t just find herself up against painful memories. This time, the island of secrets has thrown her into a perilous new world.
Sebastian Ayres’ blasé attitude and life of pleasurable pursuits is disrupted the moment Remy’s hand brushes his. Irresistibly drawn to his mate, Sebastian must undertake the daunting task of persuading her that he is not just any man, but the only man for her.
But unbeknownst to either, dark secrets, hidden since Remy’s birth, are about to be uncovered, and Remy will be confronted with a life-altering decision. Remy must decide if she will fight and risk her heart...or continue running from her destiny to save her life.
Reminiscent of Anne Rice and Charlaine Harris, Alyssa Drake's Firefly Island series will cast a seductive spell on you. Grab the book that readers are calling HARD TO PUT DOWN! One click today and get HEXED!
|Posted by Alyssa Drake on October 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM||comments (0)|
????What Lies Beyond the Shadows????????
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What lurks beyond the darkness?
What frightens you the most?"
What Lies Beyond the Shadows will dive into the deepest depths of your mind and bring out your most demonic nightmares.
A 2018 Halloween Anthology guaranteed to scare the living daylights out of you!
Bella Emy | Y M Zachery | J.B. Joseph | Author Veronique Poirier | Ken Stark | Jeremy Simons | Alyssa Drake Novels | Author Sarah Stein | Katherine Dempster Author | Ashlee Shades - Author | Author Erin Lee | Mila Waters | Author Jade Royal | Shaan Ranae- Author | Niki Livingston | J.T. Jourdan- Author
Don’t forget to leave the lights on…
|Posted by Alyssa Drake on August 25, 2018 at 3:25 AM||comments (0)|
Some romance is simply… Timeless
Since our earliest of days, we have dreamed of being whisked away by a dashing and handsome man.
From men of nobility to those of power and stature, the men you'll meet in these stories know just how to sweep their leading ladies off their feet.
Curl up with this compilation of Historical and Regency Romances. These kind of love stories are… timeless.
Annabelle by Alyssa Drake
A mysterious rock, a secretive stranger, an instant attraction...
An Earl for Ellen by Catherine Bilson
True beauty is more than skin deep.
Tamed by Love by Sandra Sookoo
Only when the heart finds its true match can the soul fly.
Higher Tides, Book 3.5 in the Lost Colony Series by Jo Grafford
Falling for the enemy...
Weaved in Time by Lexi Ostrow
Passion flares and when a magical secret exposes a truth, complications arise and they'll have to decide: live together or live in their own century.
Seeking Charity by Josie Riviera
Does he love the girl she was…or the woman she has become?
Goodwin’s Lady by Ava Bari
Sometimes marriage is murder.
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|Posted by Alyssa Drake on June 13, 2018 at 1:15 AM||comments (0)|
Hearts For Sale is now available!!! On sale for 99 CENTS…
On the run from the man who murdered her parents, Eliza passes from town to town, leaving no trace of herself. Three years of hiding in the shadows. Three years of looking over her shoulder.
A chance encounter with socialite, Sabrina Maldove, leads to an unexpected car ride and a proposal; a ten-thousand-dollar payment in exchange for auctioning herself at a charity event. Desperate and broke, Eliza agrees, finding herself thrown into a world of luxury, and into the path of Sabrina's sexy brother, Nate. Her immediate attraction to him puzzles Eliza. Love-struck, she straddles a fine line between the life she knows and the possibility of a different future.
However, someone at the auction recognizes Eliza, and they will do anything to keep her true identity a secret. Turning to Nate for protection, Eliza and his family develop a risky plan to draw out her parents' executioner; offering Eliza as bait to the highest bidder. If they succeed, they will catch a killer, but if they fail, Eliza will lose her life.
This spicy contemporary romance is suitable for readers 18+.
|Posted by Alyssa Drake on March 22, 2018 at 11:35 AM||comments (0)|
Killer Tails: An Easter anthology
Boil the eggs, dye the eggs, hide the eggs. How about this Easter you dye your hair, boil the evidence, and hide the bodies?
Join 8 of the most devious minds out there as they break up into teams of two to bring you some of the most demented Easter tales you have ever seen.
Featuring the following stories:
Easter Gifts by Jeremy Simons & Veronique Poirier
Remember Me by S.H. Hancock & Stacy Sparks
Chocolate Secret by J.B. Joseph & YM Zachery
Grammy Sue’s Easter Chews by Niki Liv & Alyssa Drake
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|Posted by Alyssa Drake on February 13, 2018 at 12:45 PM||comments (0)|
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|Posted by Alyssa Drake on February 7, 2018 at 6:30 PM||comments (0)|
Tempting Him (An Obsessed Novella)
By Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM
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It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession...
Every time my neighbor jogs past my house, I do my best to tempt him. Washing my car, watering my lawn, doing yoga in the grass with my all my assets in the air. I’m not sure if he notices me, but I sure can’t miss him.
Then one day he falls... into my arms and into my bed. Surprisingly, we’re better matched than I would’ve expected. But when he reveals who he is, my world comes crashing down around me because if he finds out my secret we’re finished before we’ve even begun.
Three days a week, I put myself through hell by jogging through my neighborhood. I suffer through it simply to catch a glimpse of a woman I don’t know. Every time I pass her house she’s outside tempting me. Until one day I fall... over my feet, over my heart, over this woman and into her arms.
I know nothing about her, but I want to discover everything. Even her deepest, darkest secrets. However, little does she know, I have one, too. One that may sever the tie that binds us.
I watch as sweat drips one bead at a time onto my over-priced yoga mat. The sun is so freaking hot and here I am, like an idiot out in my yard, bent over in the downward facing dog pose for the past million years. Okay, not years... maybe more like a million seconds. But my body has decided it hates me (nothing new) and is cramping while my head spins. Even better, my over-priced yoga pants have clawed their way up my crack (as well as one other place). And still...
What the hell?
Despite my eyeballs’ attempt at bulging out of their sockets, I peek at my sports watch. He should’ve been by here two-point-five minutes ago.
The man is usually like clockwork, jogging by my house on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons every week. For the most part, anyway. Though, thunderstorms seem to discourage him from his cardio. (Not sure why.)
On those days, I would be willing to recommend another type of cardio to get his heart pumping. And maybe get his hips pumping, too.
Anyway... look at me! Doing yoga on my front lawn, on the uneven grass, waiting like a desperate woman. (I’m not, really, I promise! It just looks that way.)
But, damn, the man is fine and when he jogs past shirtless, he’s shiny with sweat, which makes me want to drag him inside and give him a sponge bath with my tongue.
My thighs start shaking as I peek between my spread legs, because, of course, my ass has to be facing the street. I want him to get a good look at what I’m offering.
I may even wiggle it a little when he jogs by.
That is if I don’t pass out into a heap first.
Then sigh again a little louder just for good measure.
Maybe it would be easier if I just took up jogging. Wear one of those sexy sports bras, put my hair up in a cute little pony tail, plaster a smile on my face and follow him around the block at a perky pace.
I’ll die first.
Why I ever started this shit, I’ll never know. No, I lie. I know. I thought, “Cade, dude, wouldn’t it be great to up your cardio game and start running?”
I answered myself with, “Yeah, man, that would be great and fun, too!” And then maybe I won’t get so winded when I play basketball with the guys. I’ll have more endurance, I’ll look and feel younger, and...
Running sucks. And I don’t even think what I do can be considered as running. No, it’s more of a jog. Or a lope. Or trotting like a donkey with a lame hoof.
My chest burns, my leg muscles spasm, my balls feel like they’re floating in a puddle of sweat, and the crack of my ass...
I’m not even going there. (Trust me, you don’t want to, either.)
So, why don’t I just stop the torture? (Good question!)
I’ve asked myself that for the past month.
And the answer has always been...
I sacrifice three days a week just to see a woman I don’t know.
Not sure why, but she always seems to be outside at the same time of the day. For that reason, I make sure that’s when I go running (jogging, trotting, limping) by.
Am I crazy to torture myself because I find someone attractive and I’d like to get her attention?
Why don’t I just knock on her door and ask her out? (Another good question.)
Maybe I want to impress her with my physique and athletic prowess.
But honestly, something has to give and it has to be soon. Because this running shit sucks balls and I’d rather stick razor blades under my fingernails.
At least my slow trot is the right speed to observe her without being creepy. Walking would be too slow and obvious. Driving too quick and useless, not to mention dangerous when she’s clearly a distraction.
And, of course, my pace always allows me enough time to enjoy the show she gives me.
On Wednesday, she was out washing her car, her top soaked, her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and when she bent over to scrub the hood of said car, my boner just about popped out of my shorts. You know, those little nylon running shorts. The ones with the mesh liner, clearly not made for sexual arousal.
But I digress.
The week before, she was out watering her lawn. And, once again, her top was wetter than her grass.
Here’s the thing, the entire neighborhood has built-in sprinklers.
Maybe hers are broken.
I grunt as I turn the corner and try to push myself a little faster since I’m off my game today. I’m later than normal, and I want my running to look as effortless as possible. It needs to look as though I’ve got my shit together and I’m not secretly suffering.
My eyes swing to the left as I jog. She’s the fourth house up. The brick ranch home with the two-car garage.
Two houses to go yet.
My eyes widen as I see her ass in tight black yoga pants in the air. My step stutters but I can’t stop my momentum.
My mouth becomes an O, partly because I’m falling over my own two feet, the other because she’s dropped to her knees and is now arching backwards grabbing onto her heels, her generous tits straining against her top.
Last thing I see is her blinking upside down at me as her head hangs down her back.
Suddenly, I’m staring at nothing but pavement (and my loss of manhood). The little bit of oxygen I had sucked into my lungs is now gone.
Then, what seems like seconds later, bare, cute, red painted toes come into view.
I want to just die.
About the Author:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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|Posted by Alyssa Drake on February 2, 2018 at 5:45 PM||comments (1)|
Hot Dad by Whitley Cox
Erotic Romance/Romantic Comedy Stand-alone
Heat level: 5 flames. Explicit sexual content, vulgar language and BDSM scenes.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her I’ve wanted her.
But I wasn’t ready.
The kids were my world and my wounds were still raw.
For six months, I watched her from afar. Dreamed of her, lusted after her, fantasized…
But all that’s about to change. I’m finally ready to take the plunge and start dating again. And now that I know she’s single, I’m going to do this right and win Harper. I want her mind, I want her body, I want her heart.
And when she gives me all access, no limits, I know she’s the one for me.
He’s the one we all call Hot Dad at playgroup. The one who makes my knees weak and my panties wet every time he walks through the door. We all eye-fuck the bejesus out of him, and dream of his tongue between our legs.
But my kid is my world, and I’m a frumpy mom with a hole in the bum of her yoga pants. What could he ever see in me? So when Sam calls out of the blue, I’m stunned.
Now if only the kids can stop cock-blocking us, and his psycho ex would go away.
He’s turned out to be a master Dom and I’m willing and eager to be taught how to be the perfect little submissive.
“Jesus Murphy,” Amy said with a whisper chuckle. “You two need to go get a room. There are children here. You can cut the sexual tension in this place with a knife.”
I shook my head, removing my gaze from Sam. He didn’t follow but instead continued to watch me. I let out a huff as I turned to face Amy. “It’s all him. He’s looking at me like he wants to take me into the janitor’s closet and have his way with me.”
She elbowed me in the ribs and bobbed her eyebrows. “Maybe he does.”
A few moments later, I was busy chatting with my mom posse, trying my damnedest to ignore Sam when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
S: You look really nice today. I like the high-tops.
Did he just winky-face me?
I glanced up to find him with his back to me as he played trains with Landon. I texted him back.
H: Are you TRYING to out us to the “coven”?
S: The coven?
H: My mom posse.
S: You call yourselves the coven?
H: As a joke. More importantly, are you trying to out us? Those looks were anything but innocent. Amy said she could cut the tension in this room with a knife.
Notice I didn’t say sexual tension. I’d had to delete that at first. I didn’t want to presume anything or, more importantly, give him any ammo.
S: What kind of “tension” are you referring to? I’m not tense. Are you tense? Why are you tense?
Damn him! Even when he was texting and not even looking at me, he was being cute and getting me all flustered.
H: I think you know EXACTLY what kind of tension.
H: Oh God!
S: You’re blushing.
My head popped up from my phone. Sure enough, he had swiveled his big sexy body back around and was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Landon, his phone in his hand.
H: Because you’re trying to embarrass me.
S: I’m not trying to do anything but get to know you. And now I know you embarrass easily. I also know I like it when you wear that tight sweater. Shows off your …
With a wry smile, I lifted my head. He was watching me. My phone vibrated again, and I looked down.
S: Elbows. You have GREAT elbows.
H: You’re incorrigible.
S: I prefer the word smitten, but to each their own.
“Are you two sexting?” Amy’s voice was low right next to my ear. Her breath smelled like coffee with a hint of chocolate. The woman always had chocolate in her pocket and would slip a square in her mouth when she didn’t think any of us were looking.
I shook my head. “Not sexting.”
“But you are texting?”
“Is he being all adorable and flirty?”
She bounced on her heels a couple of times. “Oooh, I am so good at this. You two are too cute.”
“Shhhh.” I shot her a dirty look. She was getting loud, and the other moms, no matter how boisterous and noisy their conversation about diaper rash was at the moment, all seemed to have ESP when it came to gossip.
“Oh, relax. My lips are sealed. But this is so exciting.”
I brought my gaze back up to Sam and smiled at him. He smiled back, and the butterflies in my abdomen—the wild and crazy kind—started to dance. “It really is.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.
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|Posted by Alyssa Drake on January 24, 2018 at 6:30 PM||comments (0)|
Available for only 99 cents! (Amazon exclusive)
Treat yourself to happily ever after.
To save her childhood friend from a reptilian fate, Rana strikes a bargain with a slighted enchantress. Exhibiting more froglike qualities with each passing hour, will Rana be too late to save herself?
~ This story was featured in the award-winning anthology, Fractured Fairytales (book 1) ~
(recommended for readers 18+)