Rebound ~ Love and Balance

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“This is a powerful and marvelously told story. I never saw the first version, so I have no idea what was missing from Claire’s story/experience, but whatever it was, this full-on revision will knock readers’ socks off. Kudos to you for reaching deep and putting it on the page. Very real and moving.”

**This book was previously published. It has been re-edited, re-formatted, and re-released.**

An award-winning choreographer faces her biggest heartbreak when she’s teamed up to coach with her former lover at a gymnastics camp for Olympic hopefuls.

Claire LeMay is at the top of her game—she’s head coach for a top gymnastics facility in Winnipeg, Manitoba with her gymnasts winning awards for her outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the man she’s avoided for three years after rejecting his offer of coaching under his command at his club in Ottawa, Ontario.

After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire’s presence invades his space, he realizes she’s the one thing that’s missing. Clueless about why she didn’t accept his earlier job offer, he is determined to discover why she turned him down.

Will they be a rebound romance, destined to repeat the same old routine, or can they choreograph a new one?

EXCERPT:

“Nice, eh?” Shelley said. “Want to check out the second floor?”

Tamping down on the rising emotion, Claire nodded and turned, following Shelley up the stairs. At the top, they walked straight into a viewing area equipped with enough chairs to seat an army and a bunch of toys in one corner. A small canteen filled the opposite corner, complete with vending machines.

She stroked her chin thoughtfully and smiled. Justin knew the parents and other family members of gymnasts had a place in the gym, and he wanted them comfortable, albeit from a distance. She’d heard he trained his own coaches and made sure they received coaching certification. If the rumor held true, his club had upwards of a thousand members, from preschool to elite.

Tears pricked her eyes. And he did it all without me.

The murmur of voices drew her attention to the left, and she walked down a small hallway with a boardroom and a door marked Dance Studio off of it. Claire blinked her tears away and swallowed the lump in her throat.

I’ve got to pull it together. She moved toward the boardroom, where the coaches were gathering. Some of the coaches were here to observe, like Shelly, while the rest coached the attending athletes. Since almost everyone knew each other, they took turns shaking hands and giving hugs. Everyone greeted her with hearty hellos, and she turned to greet another coach only to find herself face to face with Justin.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze on the spot. With a roomful of eyes on her, she did the only sensible thing she could think of—she hugged him.

His surprise registered in the way his body tensed, but to save face, he brought his arms around her and gave her a manly slap on the back that made her cough. “Good to see you,” he said.

“Likewise,” she murmured. “Shall we begin?”

EXCERPT #2:

Justin leaned up against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched as Claire led the girls in a warm up. Compassion filled his heart for her. She gave a hundred percent effort into everything she did. Anger flickered in his gut. Why hadn’t she given their relationship just as much effort?

He continued to watch as Claire instructed the girls on a series of still exercises designed to work on their posture, poking and prodding them into position. Then she made them perform successions of leaps across the floor.

He gave an imperceptible shake of his head. None of the gymnasts leaping across the length of the floor had half the grace Claire possessed, nor did they have her presence. A mere five feet one inches tall, when she stood with that impeccable posture and spoke in her clear voice, she could be mistaken for a giant. Too bad she hadn’t been given her chance to shine.

Heat flared in his loins as he watched her perform a leap to demonstrate. Jesus. Fuckin’ perfect. Disgusted with his body’s traitorous response to her, he distanced himself by heading upstairs again.

He snagged a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the canteen and, unable to resist, looked down from the upper level window as Claire led the gymnasts through a short choreographed routine to a pop song. He knew they’d add to it each day, and at the end of the week, the girls would perform it for the coaches. Since the girls had come from all over the country, it provided a good way for them to get to know one another while they did something fun.

He chuckled as they tried to copy Claire’s movements. With the patience of a saint, she went over the steps again and again, watching them intently, giving instruction on arm placement and hip movements. Watching her dance had always captivated him, and it did so now. She had the amazing ability to observe a routine and then perform it near-perfectly.

The grace she possessed spilled into other areas of her life, too. He recalled how she’d accepted defeat that day at the Canada Olympic Trials, never shedding a tear, or swearing, or calling the other girls down as some gymnasts did when they lost. She had made a mistake and accepted it stoically.

The dancing stopped, and the lack of movement on the floor brought Justin back to the moment. Claire stared up at him. He nodded and smiled at her. She tucked a non-existent stray lock of hair back behind her ear and grinned shyly in return. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lips together.

His heart thudded in his chest. Ah, shit.

He knew right then he hadn’t succeeded one whit in putting behind him what they had shared. In the past, ignoring her had worked, at least somewhat, because he’d known that once the meet was over, they’d both return to their home provinces. Now that they were working alongside each other they’d be expected to field questions and converse with each other, not to mention everyone else. Time to let bygones be bygones.

How the hell do I do that? So much remained unsaid between them, and he didn’t know where to start—anger at her for walking out on him, anger she hadn’t shared his dream. And if he were honest—pissed at himself for letting things get so far off course.

Staring at her now, his heart pounded hard, like a gymnast sprinting down the vault runway. He heaved a sigh. Could he be man enough to call a truce? Would she believe his intentions were sincere? She had no reason to, and he didn’t blame her, but he’d never be able to move on if he didn’t try.

She gave him another half-smile, her blue eyes shining up at him.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned away, expelling the air from his lungs.

She’d be here in his personal space for a week. He wouldn’t be able to ignore her this time, and he knew it. So much for not examining my emotions.

Pondering goodwill gestures, he turned and jogged down the stairs to the gym.

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Menagerie a Trois!

 

When Kat gets a new kitty, she asks the vet to play.

Dubbed the Kat Lady by her roommate, Kat Munroe admits to an ulterior motive for rescuing strays—a chance to visit the cute Dr. Evan Cole at the vet clinic. He makes her heart purr as much as her kittens do. Determined to ask him out before he thinks she’s some crazy cat woman, Kat works up her courage for the next visit.

Evan Cole doesn’t see many females other than the animal variety at his veterinary clinic. Always a believer that the right woman will walk into his life someday, he made everything else—vet school, his career—a priority over searching for love. But from the day Kat Munroe walks through the door with a stray feline rescue, his heart beats to see her again. His dilemma—how to create the perfect romantic date when you’re clueless about dating?

When they finally go on a date, disaster strikes at every turn. Will they be able to handle the menagerie? Or will they decide that more isn’t merrier?

EXCERPT:

The heat from his gaze erupted a solar flare in her gut. Every part of her body tingled. Unsure how she should be feeling, skepticism laced her words when she spoke. “You’ve seriously thought about me?”

“All the damn time.” He sighed. “Kat—I’m not good with women. I make work my life and hope someone will come into it. When you kept bringing animals in to see me, I hoped maybe you were making an excuse to see me.”

She sniffed. “I was. Pathetic, I know.”

He shrugged. “No more pathetic than I was, checking my schedule daily to see if you’d be showing up.”

The corner of her mouth curled up in a half grin. “What a pair we are.”

He nodded. “Indeed. I still want to take you for dinner if you’ll go with me. I know it wasn’t nice to ask such blunt questions, but I wanted a chance to get to know you. If you were already in a relationship of some sort, then I needed to know.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Well, that makes sense and you deserve to know what you’re getting into.” She played with the lapels on his sport coat. “This entire thing is not off to a conventional start. I suppose now that we have a ton of awkwardness out of the way, and you just heard most of my sexual history, and I know how wonderful you are with women—which actually isn’t much now that I think about it considering the way you started the conversation—we could get a bite to eat and see how much more awkward things become. If neither of us die from mortification, we might be able to make a go of this.”

“Sounds delightful.” He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm. “I cordially invite you to the most awkward date in the history of dates. And may I say—I like how flustered you get and when it happens you let every thought flow out. In the spirit of awkwardness, it’s refreshing to talk to a woman who doesn’t hold back or want me to guess. One of the reasons I don’t bother a lot with women is the stress of a woman who refuses to communicate honestly.”

“Well, then,” she said and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I shall endeavor not to disappoint. Ask highly inappropriate questions, and I’ll do my best to answer with as much bluntness as you deserve.”

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Vegas Gambler by Adriana Kraft!

 

Vegas Gambler by Adriana Kraft

Meghan’s Playhouse Book 5

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Genre: Erotic Romance, ménage, LGBT

Heat Level: Five flames

ABOUT VEGAS GAMBLER

Too old?

Baby boomers. Is that you? This year, the youngest baby boomers turn 54. Um, and hubs and I aren’t among the youngest. So when we write an erotic romance hero in his 50s, it’s just our way of saying Rock On!

In our Meghan’s Playhouse series, we’ve written two heroes over fifty. The series follows our sprite of a heroine, Meg Keenan, for a decade, starting in her early twenties. Her main squeeze in A Woman for Zachary (book 2) is something of a sugar daddy who helps her get her start on Broadway. In turn, she helps him finally recognize the love of his life, her drama coach.

By book 5 (Vegas Gambler) she’s a successful actress, and she’s enjoying the company of another older man. Of course, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but we think none of the four characters who get together in Vegas Gambler are aware of all the games being played…

BLURB

Time off in Vegas with her latest squeeze? Nothing could be better—unless maybe Meg adds another woman, or perhaps another man as well. What happens in Vegas…

Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. She’s delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix and even more thrilled when she learns Tia’s relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. It’s the perfect challenge!

Tia has different ideas—she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.

Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to Tia’s game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Meg’s back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?

EXCERPT

Meg kept her gaze fixed on Jack Hawthorne, who sat across from her at the small round wicker table. He was paying half attention to her and half to the solitaire cards spread out before him. She tried her best to decipher Jack’s response to her announcement that she’d be entertaining Tia on Sunday.

Not for the first time, she wished she hadn’t given up her own condo when she’d agree to extend her Vegas stay eight weeks or so after the show closed to help with the local community theater and to frolic with Jack, whom she’d grown to like and admire a lot. Still, he was a professional poker player and an expert at concealing his emotions. “So it doesn’t bother you,” she pressed on, “that I’ve made plans with my former masseuse?”

Jack looked up from the cards to stare at her. His dark eyes softened. With one hand he swiped at a lock of black hair that often threatened his brow. “Why should it? You’re your own woman. I don’t have a brand on you. I know you’ve been with other women during your time in Vegas. Why should this one matter to me any more than any other?”

“Because I’ve never invited a girl to your place,” Meg huffed. “I do wish I’d kept my apartment.”

“Nonsense. That would’ve been a waste. Besides, I like waking up with you at my side.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More. Whether readers open our romantic suspense or our erotic romance, they can expect characters they care about, hot sex scenes, and a compelling story. Our suspense stories deliver one man, one woman, danger and intrigue.

Our erotic romance is edgier and nearly always includes ménage or polyamory, sometimes with two women and a man, sometimes with two (or more) couples. We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here you’ll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings: “scorching hot…refreshing…something to read when you want straight up hotness” (Long and Short Reviews)

Together we have published more than forty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com, and here is our website: When It’s Time to Heat Things Up https://adrianakraft.com

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Vows, Sex, and Other Ways to Celebrate Love

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Love, laughter, and sex—the best ways to celebrate life.

The Harder’s don’t need monkeys, vegetables, chocolate, or sex toys to bend a few kinks into their well-laid party plans.  When the couple of the hour is a no-show, the siblings worry that their good intentions will have been for naught. Count on good old mom and dad to add a few surprises of their own, mixing a cocktail of love and laughter that no one will soon forget. Get ready to celebrate love, Harder style.

The fifth and final book in the series is here! Each chapter features the couples from each of the previous books in the series so we can see what they’ve been up to. Then we get a glimpse of dear old mom and dad who have been in the background until now. The entire family takes centre stage in the final curtain call for The Harders!

Preorder link coming soon! Will be available at eXtasy Books November 10th! Right now, you can order the first book free in the series to start off the comedy journey! Click on the link above.

~Kellie

The Master of Surprise

AVAILABLE JULY 16TH!

 

When it comes to being a Dom, he is the Master of surprises.

After the Christmas retreat in their custom-made dungeon at their home, Dom Davis Cathal and his sub, Samantha Merry, decide to take a summer vacation away for a change of scenery. Finding a place that suits their needs and packing the necessary play items for two weeks is a challenge–one they relish in. When a work emergency causes Davis to stay behind an extra day, he instructs Samantha to go alone to set up the place for their play time.

Samantha arrives to find the cottage destination less than ideal. Determined to make the best of it, she goes about the task of preparing for playtime with her Dom. When one too many things go wrong, she is unable to hide her disappointment. Count on Davis to take control and show his sub that with a little discipline, any place is perfect for play and that sometimes disappointments bring about the best surprises.

EXCERPT:

He frowned. When she didn’t answer using the word ‘Sir’, he knew she wasn’t in the mood for playtime. As part of their agreement, they didn’t play the part of Dom/sub twenty-four seven, although as the years went on, she referred to him as ‘Sir’ on a regular basis.

“You don’t seem okay,” he remarked. “Didn’t you enjoy the session out by the lake?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her this time. She rolled over to face him and then sat up. “Yes, I did. Very much.” Anger sparked in her eyes, and he remained quiet to let her get it out. “What I haven’t enjoyed is coming here to see the place in ruins and nothing like it showed when we booked it. I didn’t enjoy having the hot water tap falling off, threatening to flood the house when all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and process. I wanted this vacation to be special. I wanted everything to be the way I thought it would be.”

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No,” she continued. “I want to be mad. I have a right to be mad. I have a right to my feelings. This place isn’t what I thought it would be. And I want to go home.”

He shrugged, swallowing hard to hide the giddy feeling welling up inside. He couldn’t keep the surprise from her any longer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What? This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was funny.” He shook his head. “I’m supporting you being mad.”

“By laughing at me?”

“Samantha.” His voice took on a stern tone. “I’m not laughing at you either.”

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. “I don’t mean to pout. It’s just this,” she gestured around, “isn’t what I signed up for.”

“You mean having the man you love most at your side, helping you through the mishaps of life?”

She glared at him and spoke through clenched teeth. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I also know how attached we can become to an idea, and it bites when reality is different.” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “Sometimes life is just that way.”

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just want to be grumpy about it for a bit, okay?”

Davis leaned over to check the time on his watch that sat on the bedside table. “How long do you think that will take?”

She cracked a smile for the first time since the bathroom incident. “I don’t know. Stop trying to make me laugh.”

He placed his hand over his heart. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He pushed her onto her back and loomed over top of her. “I just want to know how long I should wait before I eat your pussy.”

Surprise registered on her face. “Oh. Well.” She pretended to consider. “I suppose I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” He scrunched his eyebrows in concern. “I don’t want to interrupt your grump-fest.

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The Art of Imperfection

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Once upon a time, I was a competitive gymnast…

These days my inner gymnast is disguised as a mom of four, author, narrator, and all round good person. I can still perform cartwheels, handstands, round offs, flips on trampoline, and the splits, which make the guys at the training gym groan. (Mostly because I think they have to learn something they find difficult that I learned a long time ago. Or perhaps they’re thinking that whoever the man sleeping in my bed is—he’s a lucky bastard. And really, most nights it’s my youngest son whom has woken from a nightmare, so no hanky panky there. But I digress…)

During a conversation with a friend, I told him that I wasn’t interested in achieving physical perfection. He said I balked at the very idea because of the experiences I had as a gymnast. And you know what? He was right.

While I never developed an eating disorder as some of my comrades did, I had experiences that shaped the way I negatively saw my body, and exercise in general. When I was thirteen, a coach told me and my parents that I needed to grow my hair long and get contact lenses so I would look “pretty” and this would help boost my career as a gymnast. Notice how none of this had anything to do with my physical abilities or gymnastic talent. I received the message that in order to be successful, I had to be beautiful, and clearly, according to others, I did not measure up. I judged myself by the standards of others, and found myself lacking.

At the age of thirteen – well see picture above.  In the span of a year, I transformed myself by growing my hair long, and getting rid of the glasses. And it worked. Suddenly, I had all sorts of validation from friends, to fellow gymnasts, coaches, and boys at school. I was beautiful, therefore, I would be successful. Right?

Fast forward a few years to when my career ended. I didn’t make the Olympic team as most thought I might, even though I worked hard. Plagued with injuries, I wondered if I’d even aspired to that.  So many wanted me to “make it”, I lost sight of what I wanted. At that point, I felt I’d let down everyone in my life who had tried to make that dream a reality. Talk about carrying guilt.

In university, most of my gymnast friends became fitness competitors, and some girls joined our ranks because they wanted to be like the “beautiful gymnastics girls.” I kind of feel sorry for the image we portrayed, as if by being “one of us” you were automatically cool. An image is just that—a fantasy we portray to the world because our inner world doesn’t measure up. And that’s how I felt for many years.

Upon graduation, you’d think that with my physical education and kinesiology background, and my overachieving ways, I would once again strive to be the epitome of physical perfection. The fact now I have cover models and fitness industry professionals for friends, perhaps I should strive to achieve the outward appearance of physical fitness I feel modern society is obsessed with. To be honest, I used to. After the birth of my first and second children, I did manage to get back to a good weight for me. I worked out hard and ate right. When I found out I was pregnant with our third, while elated at the news, a part of me was upset that I would have to go through this all again, only to achieve my goal weight afterward. Talk about pressure, guilt, and anxiety all rolled into what should have been a beautiful experience. (This is covered in another article.)

After being diagnosed with post-partum depression at the same time as being told I was pregnant with my fourth child, I decided to give up the quest for physical perfection. After a life time of seeking validation outside of myself, I chose to go inward and love myself exactly the way I was.

After the birth of my son, I stopped exercising as if I was exorcising the Devil himself from my body. I chose to start loving every inch of me just the way it was, even though according to my doctor, I was thirty pounds overweight. I carried that weight for a reason. I was insecure, I wanted people to love me, I was anxious, and most importantly—I didn’t love myself.

Over time and with emotional healing, I learned to love me—every stretch-marked inch, both lopsided small breasts, my great calves and muscular shoulders, my soft belly my youngest calls my “squishy”, the roll of skin left over from the C-section, the near-sightedness of my green-hazel eyes, my smile, cute feet, jiggly thighs, curvy hips, and flat butt.

This isn’t to say I didn’t exercise at all. Over the past few years, instead of being obsessed with physical perfection, I learned to listen to myself. I found exercises that were gentle yet effective, I took up martial arts, I stretch every day, and I cut out all sugar from my diet for a few months. I learned that I didn’t have to kill myself through exercise to be healthy, and that physical perfection doesn’t mean you’re healthy in mind, body or spirit. And if loving myself means that I eat better, exercise more, and I happen to achieve what the outside world deems as a “nice body”, then so be it. A “perfect body” isn’t something I’m striving for. Being healthy is.

Once I stopped seeking validation for myself from other people, I learned to love ME. In fact, I like that my body is not “perfect”. From time to time, I put on a bit of weight, but this is usually at a time in my life when I’m feeling insecure or anxious about something. I know that with time, and when I go inside to discover the source of my insecurity, the weight will drop when I no longer need my “squishy armor” of protection.

Earlier this year, I was asked to “play up the pretty” in order to sell my books. I had mixed feelings on this because I want readers to read my material because they like it, not because of the way I look. I realize that a “package” sells a product, which is obvious from companies who mass market products from supplements, exercise equipment, teeth whitening agents, to romance books. Sexy to me is a state of mind, not necessarily what I−or anyone else−look like on the outside. Sexy is an attitude. While I choose to post nice pictures of myself for covers and social media, I also portray the real “me” as much as possible in my articles, and through what I post in public forums.

I told this story to my oldest daughter who is now sixteen. I want her to love herself for who she is, not for what others think she does or doesn’t look like. I want the world to love her as she is, and that will only happen if she loves herself first. Society in general likes to tell us that if only we did this, or used that, we too could be successful and loved and beautiful! And I’m here to tell you that you already are. Every inch of you. But don’t take my word for it—discover it for yourself, and reach what I call a healthy state of imperfection.

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Giveaway with Eden Glenn!

Read about two of her newest releases and comment for a chance to win one of three of her titles: Emma’s New Year, Shifter’s Legacy, OR Dragon Guardian!

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Emma’s New Year by Eden Glenn

Publisher: Rebel Ink Press www.rebelinkpress.com

Contemporary F/F Short Novellette

Emma Reed needs a change from her stale boring straight life. Her lesbian friend drags her to a gay New Year’s Eve dance. There she meets butchy El Westin, out of her league and out of her comfort zone. The unexpected kiss at midnight makes Emma’s outlook start to sparkle and get interesting again. Emma has a choice to make. Is this a night of possibilities influenced by the magic of a borrowed amethyst necklace or is it a resolution in the making?

Emma’s New Year available July 10 from all fine Ebook sites.  Go to author’s webpage for links to your favorite ebook vendors.

Other F/F Erotic Romance written by Eden Glenn

Contemporary: “Beverly’s Secret”; Paranormal: “Dar’kind Promises”, “Phoenix Reborn”

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“The Amethyst Desire Collection Vol 4″

Novella M/F/M Menage’ Erotic Paranormal Romance The complications of the birth of their first child, demands of mothering and keeping her wolf rescue running leaves Addison feeling less like a sexy mate and more like a saggy mom. Duncan’s stranded in the quaint (er…hole in the wall) north Florida town waiting on a part to repair his motorcycle. Addison and her curvy little ass are a significant interruption to his fence building chores. Nathan, her husband, purchases an amethyst pendant from Salynne’s Crystals and Thyme and whether magic or chemistry, Sparks ignite between the three of them.

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BIO

Eden is a multi published author of  erotic romance stories: GLTB, M/M (Male/Male); F/F (Female/Female); Menage’ (M/F/M & M/M/F and M/F/F; M/F/M/M; and Hot Hot Hot M/F) in a variety of subgenres: historic, contemporary, and paranormal.

She and her partner “the Lady Librarian” live in the eastern lee of the smoky mountains outside of Asheville, NC in a quaint southern home they’ve named Misselthwaite. Their household is owned by a cat and a lovable nuisance of a dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. When she’s not writing she enjoys being Garden Goddess and exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains on her motorcycle.

Other Menage titles by Eden Glenn:  “Raynia’s Magic” (contemporary); “Dragon Guardian” (paranormal). Links to your favorite E-book/print vendor may be found at Eden’s website.

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Romance So Hot It Burns Off The Page

Dragon Guardian by Author Eden Glenn

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Vol 1 of Drakins of Wyrmarach Novel M/F/M Menage’ Erotic Paranormal Romance. Wren, Cathwren Aldridge, is catapulted into a steamy relationship with twin brothers Ethan and Caleb Monroe quite by accident when she falls through her stairs. She discovers nothing is what is seems and she may be foreordained by their Goddess for more. She’s not chosen to be Queen of some small European country but a world in another dimension, a world of dragon shape shifters. Evil stalks Wren, and it’s up to Caleb and Ethan to protect her while they figure out just what she is. Is she the one they’ve hoped for to unite them in their journey to the throne? Or will the strangeness of the truths they tell her drive her onto a path of self-discovery leaving them bound to a woman they can never have, The Dragon Guardian. AMAZON IN PAPERBACK OR KINDLE Print Copies are Also Available for immediate purchase at Blue Ridge Books in Waynesville, NC and City Lights Book Store in Sylva, NC or locate other fine Indy Booksellers near you via this Shop Indy Bookstores logo – link! Barnes and Noble Books A Million
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BIO
Eden is a multi published author of erotic romance stories: LGBT, M/M (Male/Male); F/F (Female/Female); Menage’ (M/F/M & M/M/F and M/F/F; M/F/M/M; and Hot Hot Hot M/F) in a variety of subgenres: historic, contemporary, and paranormal.
She and her partner “the Lady Librarian” live in the eastern lee of the smoky mountains outside of Asheville, NC in a quaint southern home they’ve named Misselthwaite. Their household is owned by a cat and a lovable nuisance of a dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. When she’s not writing she enjoys being Garden Goddess and exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains on her motorcycle.

Romance So Hot It Burns Off The Page
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Other Menage’ titles by Eden Glenn
Novellas: Raynia’s Magic; Shifter’s Legacy
Coming soon from the worlds of Wyrmarach:
Dragon Betrayal (free read Novella) Erotic M/F Paranormal
Dragon Emergence Novella Erotic M/M Paranormal
Dragon Mark Vol 2 of Drakins of Wyrmarach The Story of Wren, Caleb and Ethan continues

Indulge Your Guilty Pleasure In Time for Summer!

To celebrate the release of GUILTY AS SIN and SOLSTICE SURPRISE which came out a month apart, I want to have a GIVEAWAY!!!

To enter, all you have to do is follow the Rafflecopter instructions. You can enter every day until the giveaway ends!

Since my work schedule is about to change, I’m making it my mission to make a dent in my TBR pile this summer 🙂 Here’s what’s on my list:

1. It Happened One Wedding by Julie James

2. Checking it Twice by Jodi Redford

3. Meant to Be, Up to the Challenge and Home to Stay by Terri Osborn – all in the Anchor Island Novel series

4. One Year to Forever by Lori Leger 

Tell me what’s on your list?

I hope you consider adding one of my books to your pile! My newest ones with excerpts are listed below. One is erotic romance, the other paranormal sweet 🙂 Two great stories, a little something for everyone!

Guilty As Sin

When it comes to the woman he loves, he’s as guilty as sin.

EROTIC ROMANCE:

Sinclair sucked in a breath as the top snagged on her beaded nipples for a second, the built-in bra dissolving as the shirt slid down her torso. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, believe me, I want to.” Cherie wriggled her hips, and in a dull swish of clothing, jeans, shirt and panties pooled on the floor at her feet.

His erection grew as his eyes roamed over her body from head to toe. Nude, she posed in front of him, one hand on jutted hip. He watched her breasts rise and fall with each panting breath. She lifted her chin, and he took the hint, unzipping his jeans, and sliding the material down over his hips, lifting his ass to remove them altogether. He lowered himself into the seat a little more, cock straining against his boxer briefs.

She tilted her head in a coy gesture. “It’s not a fair fight.”

With a chuckle, he stripped off his underwear, allowing his cock to spring to attention. The scent of her arousal wafted over to him, assaulting his senses. He extracted a condom from the wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, and rolled it down his dick.

Swaying her hips, she sauntered toward him, and reached for his T-shirt. He lifted his arms for her to take it off.

His arms circled her waist. “Come here, baby.”

An ear-to-ear grin on her face, Cherie climbed onto his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, hands resting on his shoulders.

Sinclair gripped her hips, guiding her pussy until she was poised over his cock which strained to get inside her. He searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “You sure?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” She lowered her hips until the plump head of his cock probed her slick entrance. Her hot, wet pussy melted around his hard shaft as he slid home. Her head tipped back, eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

“Fuck, baby.” Sinclair panted, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his tongue licking a path along the ridge and up the column of her throat. He resisted the urge to flip her to her back and fuck her like an animal in heat. “I’ve missed you.”

The tears shining in her eyes tugged at his heart. “I’ve missed you, too, Sin,” she whispered, using the nickname she’d given him as a play on his fighting name, “Sinister Three”.

“Ride me, Sweetheart. Now.”

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Destiny is never what you imagine.

PARANORMAL ROMANCE:

When they reached the creek edge which ran through the property where Kaleb lived they stopped, huffing and puffing from their efforts. Kayla glanced at Kaleb and he nodded. In silence, they picked up skipping stones, and proceeded to skim them across the water.

Did Dawn ever tell you the kissing hand story? Kayla directed her thoughts into Kaleb’s head.

Kaleb threw a rock into the middle of the creek, watching the ensuing splash, counting the ripples. Curious, he tilted his head and nodded at Kayla to continue.

Marabel said that when we have to leave people we can kiss their hand and then they carry our love with them.

Intrigued, Kaleb squinted at his friend. Really?

Kayla nodded. Uh-huh.

Does it work?

Marabel said so. She wouldn’t lie.

Kaleb sighed. I don’t want you to leave.

Kayla shrugged. I have to some times. So do you. We always come back.

Kaleb hung his head. I know. But I don’t like it when you’re gone.

Me neither. Kayla threw a rock as hard as she could to see how far it would go. She nodded in satisfaction when it almost reached the other side of the creek. Marabel keeps telling me I have things to learn. I don’t know what she means.

Something about work. Kaleb’s voice grumbled inside her head.

That’s all the grown-ups talk about—work, Love, Light. Kayla tilted her face up to the sun, eyes closed, absorbing the heat into her skin. I just wanna fly!

I know you do. Kaleb chuckled inside her head. One day.

Kayla opened her eyes, and threw herself at Kaleb, wrapping her tiny arms around him. He squeezed her tight in return. Kayla broke their embrace and took hold of Kaleb’s left hand. Lifting his palm to her lips, she placed a smooshy little girl kiss in the centre. I love you.

Kaleb did the same to her hand. I love you, Kayla.

She grinned. I know.

 
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Secret Cravings Publishing Contemporary Blog Hop

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Hey everyone! Welcome to the Secret Cravings Publishing Contemporary Romance Blog Hop!

Good timing as it’s two of my children’s birthdays, and I’m giving them gifts, I’ll give people who stop by my blog a chance to win a gift!!

Up for grabs on my blog are copies of my first novel series LOVE and BALANCE! (Your choice in either print or ebook, and any copy can be signed)

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The Perfect ScoreTumbling HeartsI’ll also send along some other swag like chocolate, a poster of the Body Heat Canada Men and a few other goodies! Please leave your email address in the comments in order for me to contact you so you can claim your prize!

May 14, I’ll be traveling to New Orleans for the RT Convention where I’ll be attending Club RT for a specified time with the handsome cover model Scott Nova! If you are attending the con, stop by for a chance to win swag from my latest release PLEASURE ISLAND! (Now available in ebook and audio. Check out the Books section of the site.)

Soon I’ll be celebrating the release of Guilty as Sin so watch for that too!

And to win more fabulous prizes, visit the Secret Cravings Contemporary blog hop to view the other author’s participating in the hop and to win prizes on their sites!

Happy Hopping!!