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He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath.
​When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.

A second chance biker romance that’ll set your Kindle on fire! The final book in the bestselling Blood Legion MC biker series.
He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.
​

REVENGE
I’m a bad biker dude with a serious chip on my shoulder. I’m also known for being an ex-con and most likely to be engaged in a spicy threesome with the Doublemint Twins. Everything comes to a screeching halt when a gorgeous woman I made sure to leave behind shows up at Blood Legion MC. 
There’s no frickin’ way Arden high and mighty Prioleau belongs anywhere near the Thunder Road Bar. There’s no frigging reason for her to be looking for me. She’s cool, calm, and cultured on the outside, all seething anger and undeniable sexiness on the inside. 
Arden is a glorious redhaired vixen with one giant ask—she wants myhelp to take down a man I’d rather dismember than share a drink with.
ARDEN
Revenge isn’t even his real name, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know who he really is. I guess I can’t blame him. I wish I could change my identity too if only to get away from the maniac destroying my life.
Revenge is the last person on earth I’d ever expect to rely on. He’s my last chance. My final hope. And that isn’t saying all that much considering how we ended. 
I used to know him, now I’m not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into. Revenge is hardened and even hotter than I remembered. He’s a black sheep with a checkered past. A dark horse who’s dirty as sin. 
It turns out my knight in shining armor is a leather-clad biker I’ve known most of my life and have spent the past few years hating with a fiery intensity.

Hey, hey, hey! Are you ready to fall head over heels for the next badass sexy New Orleans biker? Saint has everything:

• One big, buff, hot as hell MC dude
• A sassy heroine smoldering with attitude
• Danger when you least expect it
• The Man Buns (flannel hipsters, Jesus wannabes, bearded trendsters . . . )
• Pussy Drinks! 
• And of course an HEA you'll hold your breath for

To him, she’s absolutely irresistible. To her, he’s nothing but bad news. When their fates collide, the only thing they have in common is destined to tear them apart.
SAINT
Witha rap sheet as long as the inked sleeves on my arms, I’ve finally found a home with Blood Legion MC. Through thick and thin, brawls and bloodletting, I’ve created a rep: I’m the man.
I’m the man, and Honoré’s the only woman I want. The beautiful street busker takes my breath away from the first moment I see her—all untapped passion simmering just beneath the surface. Something darker simmers just beneath the surface of her life too.
HONORÉ 
Being someone’s old lady is the last thing on my mind. Been there, done that, along with the random ink and riding bitch on some guy’s bike. I can’t spare time for a surly biker who has rattled my last nerve in a sexy, delicious way.
I want to hate Saint and everything he stands for, but he’s ridiculously hot and annoyingly persistent. When he brings danger to my door, it’s only a matter of time before my secrets spill over to rip us apart.

“So, how many instruments doyou play?” I asked the beautiful woman beside me.
“Hmm?” Honoré toyed with her fork, her eyes not meeting mine.
What is she staring at now? 
I gripped my beer bottle, and she inhaled choppily as she bit down on her bottom lip.
She was staring at my hands?
Oh . . . my fingers. In the flash of a second, I knew she wanted me to use my large fingers to spread her cunt, fill her wetness, fuck up into her.
Goddamn.
With a quick flickering glance at her tits, I could tell her nipples were hard.
Holy shit.
My ice queen was so horny for me she could barely make small talk.
I abruptly shoved my chair back.
Her eyes danced guiltily away.
“Just need to hit the head,” I mentioned.
“Oh yes. Down the hall and to the right.” Momma Joan waved in the general direction.
I didn’t need a slash. That was just an excuse.
I’d give Honoré thirty seconds to come after me.
Once in the bathroom, no matter how much I wanted to, I didn’t snoop in the medicine cabinet or nose around the other shelves. I simply leaned against the sink while I waited.
Sure enough, moments later, there was a soft tap from outside, and I knew it was her.
I cracked open the door just enough to see her. “I can aim all by myself, baby.”
Her face flamed brightly, and she stomped her foot. “That’s not why I’m standing here, and you damn well know it.”
For someone basically begging for a fuck, she sure had plenty of attitude.
I hauled her inside and locked the door before pushing her against the wall.
My bigger body pressing against hers, I dipped my knees so my hardened cock hit her at just the right spot.
Honoré’s arms twined around my neck as I searched for the sensitive spot at the hollow of her collarbone. Nibbling and sucking her sweet flesh, I grasped her round ass to tug her tighter against me.
Rocking and grinding into her soft heat, I felt blood rush to my already rigid cock.
“Oh god. Oh yes.” She moaned against my ear.
“If you like that, you’re gonna love this a whole lot more,” I whispered harshly.
Rising up, I captured her lips. Devouring her mouth, I groaned when she whimpered against my hungry lips before her tongue roamed inside to slick all around.
Goddamn.
My hands stole up inside her top, and I finally had a feel of her bare breasts. I bet her nipples were tight tiny little things capping the soft mounds of flesh.
Gasping, she broke the kiss. And I watched the way her eyelids flickered, her heavy breaths driving her tits even harder against my palms.
With her lips wet and swollen, Honoré was fucking divine.
And I was aching.
I pulled one of her hands down, planting her palm against my straining meat—the hard bulge in my jeans pulsing with blood.
Her eyes flashed open as her fingers folded around my cock as much as possible, and she whispered on an indrawn breath, “Oh my lord.”
“You’re gonna get all that cock in you . . . soon.” I kissed along her neck, still cupping her tits.
“Please, Saint.”
Removing my hands from beneath her top, I spun her around and hoisted her onto the edge of the sink.
“Please what? You’re not getting it until you ask for what you want.”
She vibrated in front of me, all pink and flushed. “I need to come.”
A dark grin tipped across my lips, and I popped the button on her shorts. As I tugged down the zipper, she leaned back on her hands, head almost resting against the mirror.
With her thighs spread, I stepped between them. Another dip of my knees, and I thrust my throbbing cock against her pussy.
She arched even more, biting her lip.
Then my fingers skimmed inside the lacy band of her pink panties peeking out from her undone shorts.
I leaned over her as my fingers brushed a tantalizing strip of soft hair before landing on plump feverish flesh. “Fuck. Baby, you’re so juicy.”
Her hands cruised to my biceps, nails digging in.
When I slipped one digit through her soft swollen folds, riding the wet seam of her lips, my chunky ring bumped against her clit.
She jumped, moaning.
I chuckled, nearly groaning. “Bet you like those rings now.” Rubbing her engorged button with the pad of my finger, I whispered wickedly near her ear, “You’re gonna love my goatee all over your wet pussy even more.”
Her hips canted up, and I slipped a finger deep into the velvet pocket of her cunt. Then I drew my soaked finger all the way up her gash to her trembling clit. I slid my hand out from under her panties, and she moaned in frustration.
I watched her until her eyelids opened.
Mussed up blonde hair, dreamy diamond-blue irises, kiss-bitten lips . . . I wanted to jump her bones right then and there.
I stopped myself from going any further.
“That’s all you get for now, Honoré.” I licked the intoxicating flavor of her cunt from my shiny fingers.
She almost whined.
She was shaken and wobbly when she eased off the counter.
She clenched the front of my shirt and whispered, “You goddamn tease.”
“Trust me, I’ll be worth the wait.” With a wink, I pretended my dick wasn’t about to jizz all over my jeans. “Now let’s get you sorted out, or Momma Joan’s gonna know we been messing around in the powder room.”
Honoré actually giggled, probably at my use of powder roomand the way I waggled my eyebrows.

SAINT
Witha rap sheet about as long as the inked sleeves on my arms, I’ve been a misfit with a questionable track record. But I’ve fought for and found a home with the Blood Legion MC. Through thick and thin, brawls and bloodletting, I’ve created a rep: I’m the man.

I’m the man, and Honoré’s the only woman I want. This obsession with her is irrational and stupid considering she’s prickly, pissed off with me before I can even make a move, and definitely not my type. Except the beautiful New Orleans street busker takes my breath away—all untapped passion simmering just beneath the surface. 

Something much darker simmers just beneath the surface of her life too. 

HONORÉ
Being someone’s old lady is the last thing on my mind. Been there, done that, along with the obligatory bourbon shots, random ink, and riding bitch on some guy’s bike. I can’t slip away from my life, or spare time for a surly biker who has crawled under my skin and rattled my last nerve in a sexy, delicious way. 

Saint.As if. I’ve known my fair share of outlaw MC dudes, and not a single one of them was anything close to righteous. I want to hate him and everything he stands for, but he’s ridiculously hot. He’s annoyingly persistent. And he’s surprisingly kind. 

There’s no way I can sacrifice all I’ve fought for to be with him. When Saint brings danger to my door, it’s only a matter of time before my secrets spill over to rip us apart. 

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BLURB
SLADE
I was a Marine. An operative. A hardcore soldier. Something brought me to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, and now I’m a biker. Whatever drew me here is bigger than my own baggage, and it isn’t the CIA, or Force-Recon, or anyone else.


There’s a pull. Her name is Grace. She’s missing, possibly because of the MC and our haphazard raid on the White Lair. Grace is my new mission. An op. Nothing more.


Until I finally locate the gorgeous woman who has built an even bigger barricade around herself than I have, and I realize I’ll never be free of her.


GRACE
I don’t want to be found. Not by anyone. Not anymore. Not after what’s been done to me against my will. As if enslavement at the White Lair wasn’t enough.


It seems I don’t have a choice. I have a new client. He’s dark-browed, big all over, and broody beyond belief. This Killian Slade doesn’t force me. He doesn’t ask me to strip. He pays extra each time and he doesn’t even touch me. When he finds out the truth, he’ll hate me as much as I hate myself. Yet I can’t stop the hot hammering of my pulse where I’d only ever been hurt and used before—there’s a yearning to be with this singular man.
​

I want to wake up from this nightmare, but the nightmare is just beginning.

NSFW EXCERPT
Grace started to lift off my lap. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t keep laying all this on you.”
“Whoa there.” Clasping her hand, I tugged her back down.
I framed her face with my palms. “You’re not to feel guilty. And you sure as hell don’t need to worry about me.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
“Aw hell. Use me all you want.”
A different gleam misted across her hazel-flecked irises, and I realized whether I’d intended it or not the words had sounded like a sexual invitation.
Within seconds, the atmosphere shifted.
The chemistry changed.
The always-attraction soared to the forefront.
And I wanted to deny how much I wanted her. Now wasn’t the time for this sort of thing.
For fuck’s sake, Grace had come to me for solace.
Not sex.
But she stared at her fingers as they moved from my shoulders to my waist, and my heart clobbered in my chest. My pulse echoed right down to my groin.
She dragged the hem of my shirt up over my abs then reached beneath to swirl fingertips along flexing muscle and through rasping hair.
I grew distinctly hard against her ass, groaning when she wiggled in just the right way so my prominent bulge sandwiched in the cleft of her bottom.
“Shit.” Head craning back, I clamped my hands on the arms of the chair instead of around her hips.
“You said I could use you.” Grace drew her tongue up the straining cords of my throat then bit softly all along my jaw.
“Yeah.” I grunted . . . oh, fuck. “I did, but—”
“Sshh. You talk too much.” By the sound of her voice I knew she wore a teasing smile, because we both knew the truth about me and words.
As her lips trailed to the corner of my mouth, I damn near quaked in my skin.
“But, Grace—”
“This is what I need right now. I need you, Killian. Unless . . .”
You don’t want me?
Her unsaid words hung suspended in the air, and I raised my head to look at her.
“There is no unless. C’mere.”
Our mouths clashed with a soaring urgency, no tender hello about this rampant greed.
Within minutes of tortured kissing and roving hands, the fire already burned too hot.
Christ almighty. We hadn’t fucked since Thanksgiving.
One day with her was never gonna be enough.
I had us up on our feet and half my clothes thrown off before attacking her lips again. Goddamn, but she tasted sweet.
And she sure as hell was no shrinking violet.
A possessive gurgle issued from her throat when she ripped through the tabs on my jeans.
I shoved them and everything else off then tore at her clothing with just as much frustrated impatience.
My hard, hard cock lurched upright, brushing the underside of her belly, and heat goddamn spiked inside me like a fever.
With her bare, and in my rooms, and daylight spearing across the walls and over the floor in sunbursts, I tore my mouth from hers.
I dragged my ravaging hands from her body.
I stepped back, melting into a moment I wanted to hold onto forever.
Standing nude and luscious, Grace became dappled in sunlight falling all over her ripe body.
She reached out for me, but I stepped back again.
“Wait. Don’t move. Please,” I asked in an unfamiliar guttural timbre.
She started to shield her breasts, but I halted her.
“Don’t cover yourself. Don’t hide from me.”
Fearless then—how could she not be when desire stamped all over my body and aimed my rigid cock like a staff to the air—she shook out the glorious black waves of her hair so the thick tresses tumbled down her back and over her shoulders.
Staging closer, I barely coasted the calloused pads of my fingers across her satiny skin. Down her temples so her eyes shuttered briefly closed. Across her plump lips so she breathed in on a gasp.
I only made contact with my hands, murmuring non-words of praise that came from deep within my gut.
Along her neck, where her pulse fluttered just beneath the most silken skin.
Her head became lax, and her neck arched into my touch.
“What are you doing, Killian?” she whispered.
“Honoring you.”
Her breath hitched. Her lashes flickered.
Her moan caught in her throat.
Honoring Grace.
Because being with her, touching her . . . the fact she shared herself with me was an honor I didn’t deserve.
Hell, I was nothing but a used-up leatherneck, a gruff-voiced biker dude.

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As always, happy sexy reading to you, 
XOXO~

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ANGEL
I thought I knew bad times. The worst times. My dad murdered, the MC that’s rightfully mine ripped apart by corrupt rule. I didn’t know anything about true horror until I met a Tennessean girl named Mercy.
Angel and Mercy, frigging ironic, right? You don’t know the half of it. Blood Legion MC is my legacy, and revenge against me is Mercy’s. If you’re looking for gritty star-crossed lovers in the Crescent City, you’ve found it. Because there’s a damn good chance one of us won’t make it out of here alive.
MERCY
I’m at the mercy of my menfolk. Mercy . . . ironic, isn’t it? Because my cousin and my uncle show no mercy to me, despite my name. I’m used against my will. I’m beaten and worse when I don’t behave. I have no freedom, only one friend, and no chance of escape even though New Orleans is so vibrant I feel like I could touch the colors.
I fled the compound for just one night. I shouldn’t have. I met a biker called Angel--Angel. He’s blond as a seraph, but big and tall and full of sweet talk I’ve never heard before. Except he’s my family’s enemy.
Angel can’t be my only hope because my kin have vowed to take out him and the rest of the Blood Legion MC in one big Tenn-tucky blaze of glory.

NSFW Excerpt . . . 
Mercy twisted her hands in front of her. “Are you sure you want me to stay again?”
I wasn’t even sure I could get my voice to work around her.
“’Course. You’re not going anywhere.” I sort of sidled around her, keeping my distance as I beat feet to the vacated bathroom.
That time I did knock my head against the door.
Then I glared down at my hard cock defying the confines of my jeans.
Nervy as fuck, I shuffled to the sink and braced my hands on the counter.
Be a nice guy,
Don’t scare her off.
Stop springing wood like a creep every time you see her.
I splashed cold water on my face. Stripped off my clothes down to my boxer briefs. Brushed my teeth for a lot longer than usual.
Fuck me, I even sniffed my pits.
This is ridiculous.
In the bedroom, I made a beeline for the bourbon, pouring two healthy doses and passing a glass to Mercy.
And I tried not to look at her as I downed the alcohol.
She tossed back her drink too and, setting her glass beside mine, she brushed close enough I had to suck in a breath as heat jolted all the way to my groin.
“Am I making you nervous, Angel?” She hit me with those shimmering nutmeg eyes, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
“No.” Yes.
“Good.” Some kind of seductress’s smile coasted across the puffiness of her pink lips. “Then can I touch you? Or will you think I’m throwing myself at you?”
“You can touch me however you want, cher, but—”
“But I don’t have to.” A lone fingertip danced down the center of my chest to the waist of my briefs. “Trust me, I want to.”
Fuuuuck. So much for me not putting the moves on her.
I gripped her wrist in a light hold. “Whatever this is though, I think we should take it slow.”
Slow?
Bullshit.
I was already foolishly completely gone over my gamine.
“Oui.” After pulling her hand free, she snuck up to kiss the side of my neck. “I’ll go slow.” She slid her lips to my jaw where she panted hot breaths. “Really, really slow.”
A groan tumbled from my chest, and I was fucking putty.
Except putty was soft, and I was suddenly achingly hard all over.
Jaw clenched, I followed her lead. She tugged me to the bed, and I couldn’t help but stare at the firm globes of her ass silhouetted in the panties I’d bought her.
Both of us still standing, Mercy reached up to draw my mouth to hers.
The sweetness of her lips gave way to the swift wet lunge of her tongue.
Clasping her lightly to me, I kissed her until our harsh breathing melded together and I’d explored every silken recess of her mouth.
Lips moist, she kissed to my chin then down my throat and over to one shoulder. Her hand roamed to my back, and she rested her palm on my ass, which made my pelvis kick forward.
She laughed sultrily. “I like making you hard.”
“Doesn’t take much around you, beb.”
“I can feel that.” Her lips plucked and caressed all over my chest.
I craned my neck back, grunting, when she flicked at the flat discs of my nipples with firm wet lashes.
She sailed kisses onto my abs, her tongue swirling into the hair that thinned from my belly button to the top of my briefs.
Then she was on her knees in front of me.
I tensed across every single muscle in my body. I stayed as goddamn still as possible.
Don’t scare her off.
Don’t ask her to do anything.
Try not to come the second she makes contact with my dick.
Mon Dieu. Then she rubbed her cheek all over the straining rod of my erection. She laughed when my cock twitched. She puffed hot breaths into the thin material.
She nudged her nose against my nutsack.
My fists balled at my sides.
With slow care, Mercy lifted out the band of my briefs. She eased the material down, freeing the caged monster that snapped upright against my abdomen. She swept the briefs down my legs, off my feet.
And I dribbled precum onto her face.
She caught the droplets, eyes shining when she pushed several wet fingers between her lips with a hot murmur that about made me nut.
Peering at me, Mercy spun her palm over the slick knob of my cock. “You keep gettin’ bigger and harder. Is that because of me?”
I swept loose strands of hair back from her face, and my hand trembled. “No one else.”
“Ah want to suck you.”
My throat clicked as I tried to swallow.
She didn’t even have to touch me. She could just talk to me in her sexy accent.
I nodded.
“Ah think you should lay back for this.” Prodding me to the bed, she crawled between my thighs as I stretched out on my back.
I stuffed a wad of pillows beneath my neck, unwilling to miss a second of the prettiest woman going down on me.
Yeah, I was a real gentleman all right.
Her hands wandered up my thighs, and the hair-roughened texture didn’t put her off. She bent down, tendrils of her hair ghosting across my skin like the hot licks of her kittenish tongue when she lazily meandered from mid thigh to the crease of my groin.
Mercy detoured down the leg, kissing, licking, fingers tickling.
I fucking wanted to devour her.
She cruised back up, her bottom raised and wagging behind her. Instead of taking my drooling dick into her mouth, she snaked her tongue into the cum gutters arrowing from my hips to my cock.
I twitched, shivering.
She flicked, murmuring.
“Should I go slower, Angel?” She exhaled a long breath up the entire underside of my meat.

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I’D RUSHED OUT IN such a hurry after almost kissing Kane again that I’d gotten all the way home before I realized I’d forgotten my laser level at his house. It wasn’t one hundred percent necessary I retrieve it tonight, but my dad’s rules were nailed into my head, and number one above all was his creed to treat your tools like your job depended on it.
Kane’s cool as fuck Mercedes was in the driveway, and I thought about knocking, but he’d already scolded me a few times about that, so I slipped inside and headed toward the kitchen where I’d last seen the digital level.
“Fuck, Stevie.” Kane’s deep voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
I thought he’d heard me enter the house, and I was just about to jump around the corner of the living room to explain I’d forgotten my level when he growled out, “Suck my cock.”
Ohhhhh.
Oh my God.
Heat flushed my body in an instant. With a hand covering my mouth, I tiptoed through the entryway and peeked into the living room.
Oh my fucking God.
Kane sat in a large leather chair, head thrown back.
Tie askew.
Shirt unbuttoned.
Sculpted tanned chest covered in soft-looking sooty-colored hair that arrowed to a thin line along his abdominals before . . .
Pants open, and Oh. My. God. COCK.
Oh Jesus Christ.
Kane was hung.
He gripped a fat, furiously hard dick in one large hand, pulling up on the veined beast until his knuckles butted the head. A large head that was dark and swollen and slick.
Mouthwatering.
Not to mention the pure filth pouring from his mouth.
“Take it deeper, baby,” Kane ordered the me he clearly fantasized about, and I imagined crawling up to him, taking that incredibly hard cock all the way into my throat.
I bit down on my lip, straining to go to him, knowing I shouldn’t watch him.
Helpless to do anything but.
Arousal skittered to my pussy in a flash. Liquid seeped from my cunt. Swollen nipples puckered beneath my bra. I wanted to slip a hand between my thighs to relieve the tingling ache as goose bumps erupted across my flesh.
Wet sounds echoed from Kane’s long slow strokes. More precum poured out and his whole cock glistened with each snick snick snick.
Kane Bishop.
Suave. Distinguished. And absolutely dirty.
His grip tightened at the thick base, and his other hand trailed lightly up and over the long length, fingers swirling across the tip then cruising back down faster.
Until he drew his hands away to clench the arms of the chair, a grunt parting his lips.
“Don’t wanna come to soon.”
I couldn’t move. The slick lips of my pussy rubbed together. Wiggling a little, I tried not to make a sound even though a whimper crawled up my throat.
He was magnificent when he went back to pumping his cock in a two-fisted hold that started out loose at the root then closed over the swelling purplish head.
Large hands.
Probably hot hands.
Rough hands that had barely grazed my breasts earlier.
“Yes. Lick my balls.” He lifted the weighty-looking sac and ran a thumb down the center, separating each testicle.
I covered my mouth with a hand, almost crying out with lurid need.

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I don’t want to know his full name.
I don’t even want his phone number.
In fact, the only thing I want from Jude is the filthy hot sex the masterful hung stud delivers on a weekly basis.
He’s way too young for me . . . and much too good at fulfilling my every dirty desire.
He definitely isn’t supposed to show up one morning on my doorstep with an offer I can’t refuse.
Now he’s in my life on a daily basis, and I can’t shake him no matter how hard I try.
He’s absolutely unsuitable.
She’s everything he knew he wanted from the first moment he saw her.
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NSFW Excerpt . . .
On my knees in front of Jude, I sucked his cock. I greedily serviced him. I loved it. His smell. His taste. The long thick stretch of his dick plunging in and out of my mouth.
It was seedy. Vulgar. Dirty. All the things I’d never been before, and it was . . . liberating.
I let my saliva swill all over his huge cock because I knew he liked it sloppy. But that was as far as my concessions went. This was my time.
“You look so hot, there on your knees, your face stuffed full of my cock.” His coarse words drifted down to me, and his hands—such big hands—cradled the sides of my head.
I moaned at his crude praise, but I wanted to make him unable to speak altogether. Unable to think of anything but coming down my throat.
Pulling off him, I let his cock snap up to his incredible abs. Then I licked all around the thick base, mouthing him, kissing him where his male scent was the strongest. His tight black curls tickled my nose, and I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.
My hands caressed along his deep pelvic grooves then across to the rod of his flesh I anchored down so I could continue my wet kisses all over the thick slick shaft. When I reached the purplish cap, I hummed as I lapped another drop of preejaculate onto my thirsty tongue. Then I drove my head up and down, just slightly, taking more of his cock inside with each pass.
Jude’s body was phenomenal, the only blemish on his huge frame a long scar on one knee. I’d never had my hands on so many big smooth muscles. And the slight mat of black fur on his chest . . . well, there was just no way I’d ever mistake him for a boy again.
Jude was a man, all man.
And the most magnificent part of him? His cock. The thick cylinder of flesh was hefty, heavy, covered in a network of veins that pulsed angrily the more I sucked him. The broad head seeped more precum than I’d ever encountered, a tasty snack.
I giggled wetly, popping him out of my mouth.
“Somethin’ funny?”
I loved how he started drawling when he was extremely turned on. Loved how his beautiful blue eyes flashed darkly. Loved how his face became harsh in the low evening light of the room.
He levered his cock away from my mouth, but that was okay, I’d just go after his balls.
Which I did, pursing my lips around one meaty testicle while mumbling, “Nothing funny at all. I love your cock. Love your taste. Love your smell, Jude.”
A breath hissed between his teeth as I worshipped his full sac. The two orbs were heavy, virile with cum. I gave him a lustful wet ball bath, my head wedged between his brawny thighs. I stroked him at the same time, twisting my palm over the slick head every so often. That always made him flinch and twist and groan my name. What he thought was my name anyway. And at those times I wished I’d told him the truth just so I could hear his dirty praise directed at me, Cady.
“Goddammit, Catherine. Gotta fuck your face now. Lemme fuck your face.” His words swirled together in a rough combination.
I grew even hotter, slicker between my thighs, and my drool dribbled down to my swaying breasts.
I looked up at him and nodded.

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If you believe in second chances . . .
All I did was dance with her at a bar. Just once.
Then this undeniably gorgeous party girl, Stevie, turns up at my house, the contractor in charge of my remodel.
Ha!
How am I supposed to take her seriously?
The problem is she’s excellent at her job, which aggravates me even more.
She’s changing my house, changing my life, and my animal urge to protect and possess her feels like a betrayal to my deceased wife.
She’s absolutely unsuitable.
He’s uptight, f*** hot, and there’s no way she can compete with the ghost of his wife.
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“Dex and Jed have been circling each other for two whole books and their coming together was as fiery as promised. They were warriors, their courtship was not full of flowers and chocolate. Instead, there were sultry glances, rough talk and a promise that once they hit the sheets, they were both going to explode in frustrated lust. Whew, did they ever!” ~Diane, 1-Click Addicts Support Group

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NSFW SEXCERPT:
“Are you a maiden?” My words came out tight and raw.
I cupped one breast, flicking the pearled pink bud.
“Yes, but I’m not completely innocent. Or clueless for that matter.” Laurel tossed her hair back with feisty attitude.
Her admission sent savage heat pounding through me, cock rising to my stomach like the hardest staff on Zenithia. But I reigned in my basest urges, laughing low in my throat.
Bending down, I took her neglected nipple into my mouth, suckling softly, then with more and more vigor as my fangs rode along her flesh.
Flesh I lashed with my tongue.
“Don’t worry.” I glanced up, palpating the perfect mound of her tit. “We won’t fuck you . . . tonight.”
Swiveling my hips, I made sure she felt the full fat length of my cock against her most intimate spot.
“What are you going to do to her, Dex?” Jedrek asked in a husky tone.
I glanced over at him, and he sat up, stroking his heavy cock, taking in the lusty tableau.
Moving down Laurel’s sexy body, I settled right between her legs. “I’m going to eat her ’til she comes in my mouth.”
She arched her back, pushing her tits more fully into my squeezing palms.
“Lucky bastard,” Jedrek murmured.
“Want to join me?” The thought of both of us going down on her, sharing her taste from tongue to tongue, fingering her with his digits beside mine, was mind-bendingly hot.
He cursed. “You have her this time. I want to watch.” Then he asked in a dark throbbing tone, “Is she wet?”
A smile tipped my lips.
My mouth hovering above Laurel’s precious little pussy, I met her stunning violet eyes. “Very.”
The sweet lips of her pussy shone slickly. Her clit peeked out from its hood beneath the tight line of black hair that led like an arrow to her cunt.
Reaching out, I ran my fingertips up the insides of her creamy white thighs, placing a wet kiss above her knee.
She inhaled deeply.
I watched more liquid glide from her pouty cunt, just waiting for me to feast on.
Fingers tracing higher, I followed the path with my tongue, skimming until some of her juice clinging to her upper thighs exploded across my taste buds.
I groaned. Parting her thighs even more, I toyed just with the wet edges of her lips, pressing them together, pulling them apart to reveal juicier red flesh deep within.
Laurel whimpered, lips lax, hips moving. “Please, Dex.”
“What do you want?”
“Make me come.”
“How?” I withheld further contact, grinning darkly.
“With your . . . with your tongue.”
“Gods, that’s hot,” Jedrek groaned out.
And I listened to his fist slathering up and down his cock with a snick snick snick. He must’ve been pouring out precum. I knew I was, and it dampened the furs beneath me.
I rolled the tip of my tongue up one labium, over the hood of Laurel’s clit, down the other puffy side, before retreating.
She keened again.
I clamped my hands on her hips to still her then dragged the flat of my tongue up the parting of her sweet . . . pink . . . pussy.
“Ahhh!” she shouted.
I couldn’t wait any longer. Tilting my face down into her, I dove in. Tongue tasting every sleek surface of aroused female flesh. Hands curving around to her ass, I ratcheted her up to my greedy mouth. The noises she made fueled my appetite, and I lapped all around her, grunting out animal-like sounds. I kissed and sucked. I fluttered the edge of her clit as she undulated, breasts bouncing.
One of my fangs skimmed the middle of her slit, and she cried out, creaming more.
Oh yes.
I slid one finger into her, her tight sheath convulsing around me. I swirled my fingertip then retreated.
She whined for more.
I glanced across the room. Jedrek fisted his cock, stared into my eyes, and slapped the stiff shaft against his palm, sending precum flying.
Fucking hot.