Teaser of Filthy Marcellos: Dante - #ComingSoon
I bring another teaser of Filthy Marcellos: Dante on this beautiful Thursday. Care to learn a little more about Cat? Enjoy ...

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“What did you find out about me, Dante? I’m dying to know.”
Dante took a seat behind his oak desk, pulling a file from a drawer before tossing it to the top. “Sicilian descent, born in America to an Italian mother who came over on a green card but returned with you to Italy shortly after your birth. I suspect she couldn’t continue working here with no one to help after you were born and so she went home to her family.”
“All true,” Cat noted, impressed with his thoroughness.
“You’re twenty-eight years old—”
“Hey, now. Just recently turned. Give me a bit of credit, bello.”
Dante’s gaze surveyed her from across the room. “You seem to like calling me that.”
“It fits. You’re very handsome. I think so, anyway.”
“Don’t play games with me, Cat. I will not be the puppet to your master who bends to your whims and control. If we’re going to sit down together and have a discussion about why you approached me and what you have to offer, I expect you and your intentions to be as clear as a fucking crystal.”
“Your language is terrible.”
“It’s just goddamn fine for my business. Suck it up, no one’s looking for your approval. Certainly not me.”
Cat huffed. “Whatever you can find on me legally or even professionally is who I am, Dante. I rarely, if ever, give people a glimpse into the real me but you can trust when I say something, I always mean it. I never lie unless it’s absolutely necessary. And I follow through on my deals and promises every single time. Is there more you’d like to question me on in that regard?”
“We’ll see,” Dante said, his lips drawing thin as he went back to his file. “Recently turned twenty-eight.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything information from Italy about you or your family was difficult to find.” Dante’s head lifted and he met her gaze, unabashed. “Why is that?”
“My family was quite poor. We lived in what is still considered a small village miles from the city. Neither my mother nor my sister was born in a hospital, though I believe they had papers filed later. I left home when I was nearly sixteen to do my own thing, came into the hands of some interesting characters, and grew from there.”
“Explain that,” Dante said quietly. “After you left home, I mean.”
The corner of Cat’s mouth lifted into a smirk. “I’m beginning to feel like this may be the start of a therapy session, bello. I don’t need my head shrinked.”
“Tell me what I want to know or go, Catrina.”
“Fine.” Cat sat up on the couch, crossing her legs in the process. She didn’t miss Dante’s stare zoning in on the shape of her thighs beneath her dress or the heels she wore. “Shortly after I left home, I was working in a bar under an assumed name, lying about my age. An older gentleman offered me cash to do work for him and I said yes.”
“What kind of work?” Dante asked.
“Deals, things of that nature. Delivering substance, or whatever, to certain clients that wanted a pretty face to look at. The better I got at my job, the more difficult clients were pushed on me. Eventually I had enough contacts and clients in my book to do my own thing, so that’s exactly what I did.”
“And that’s where you showed up on the American side again,” Dante filled in, tapping the paper below him. “You used your dual citizenship to get you into America at twenty-five.”
Cat grinned. “First time on American soil since I was a baby. It took a couple of weeks for my contacts from Italy bled over to here with the people they knew. I had a few men who came with me, and we started from the ground up all over again.”
“The same men who met me at my brother’s club?”
“Some,” Cat admitted. “I only have five men working under me now. Only two are men I keep near me. The three others work out of state, supply certain demands, and always keep me informed as to the market on their end.”
“Two,” Dante said, raising a brow in disbelief. “There were three at the cub last week.”

“Yes, well, Carlos push his luck and is now at the bottom of a ravine. Or so Gaetano tells me. What more do you want to know?” 



Dante Marcello’s life has been a carefully planned event as an heir to a Cosa Nostra throne. For as long as he can remember, he’s had one goal in mind, and that’s becoming the Don. With his father ready to step down, it’s Dante’s turn to step up. But without a wife at his side, his seat as the boss is on shaky ground. Until she shows up with an offer he wants to refuse, but can’t.


With her, he’s got everything to gain.

Catrina Danzi is known for her angel face and a predator’s grace. For over a decade, she’s worked as a successful Queen Pin dealing with a repertoire of clientele who can’t afford a scandal. That’s why they ask for her and why they call her Queen. Marrying Dante Marcello means giving up the business and status she loves in order to gain protection she can’t provide on her own, but she no longer has a choice.

Without him, she’s got everything to lose. 

The rules for their arrangement are simple: no intimacy, no emotions. Dante isn’t looking for love and Catrina doesn’t need attachments. In the end, life has a way of breaking down walls when you least expect it to, and once love gets in, there’s no bleeding it out. Together, they make a formidable team the Commission won’t be able to ignore. Catrina’s secret of what she’s kept safe will put the entire Marcello family in danger when it finally catches up with her. The Marcellos have yet to be beaten, and they’re not about to start bowing down now.


Even the most beautiful things are a little filthy.

The final book in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
To Be Released June 2nd, 2015
Can be read as a standalone in the series
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By-Request Russian Guns Future-Outtake - White Sand, Black Beauty
This is the outtake that was most requested by readers of The Russian Guns series. The week in Barbados when Anton and Viviana were younger and what transpired. Actually, it's like a short story because it's too long to be an outtake. So, yeah. Love and hugs, always.

Enjoy.

--Kris


WHITE SAND, BLACK BEAUTY
A Russian Guns Outtake


Spotlight on The Confession Box by @ElodieParkes #Paranormal #Erotic #Romance
The Confession Box
By Elodie Parkes





Gorgeous Rupert Vass is a bartender at Club Coven. He’s seen some things since he started work there, but Rupert isn’t easily shocked, after all he’s a little supernatural himself.
Rupert thinks he’s immune to love and as a lead member of Deep Dream a rock band that often plays at Club Coven he’s never short of offers.
Julianne Montague wants Rupert the moment she sets eyes on him. She’s a journalist for a local Music Magazine and as she visits Club Coven, she slowly becomes aware that the club holds a mystery.
An intoxicating erotic paranormal romance sprinkled with mystery and filled with magic and love.


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Read an excerpt:
Julianne talked with Marcus the bass guitarist in Rupert’s band. She recorded what he said on her smartphone so when her thoughts strayed to Rupert and her gaze followed, she didn’t feel guilty about missing what this strange man said. Jodi and the twin guys had gone off with the roadies and Julianne wondered if she’d get to interview them later.
Club Coven fascinated Julianne, and not just because Rupert was in it, although with his gorgeous looks and exciting aura he drew her there when she should have been elsewhere. She’d soaked up the club atmosphere for a couple of weeks, drinking in the strange charge of mystery and secrets that permeated even the luxury leather seating in the booths along one wall. Carvings of crescent moons, pentagonal stars, and interlocking Cs adorned the table panels. There was an air of great age about the place, and yet the building was only about a hundred years old.
The center of the large main room was opulent. The raised area of the stage, fronted by a parquet dance floor, magically never deteriorated, despite the spike heels of ladies who gyrated to the music. The bar counter sparkled with mirror tiles and an ornate mirror splash back and yet beyond this glitz the light petered out. Balconies and an outside garden were reserved for smoking, but a swirling mist of semi-darkness that resembled smoke was ever present closer to the walls and promised corridors of the club interior.
People flocked to the place for the live band music and the laissez-faire dress code. Julianne learned this attitude also extended to most behavior and she’d seen couples doing more than making out in the dimly lit back booths. There was that weird VIP room, too. She knew it was by invitation only that anyone gained entry, and it seemed from her inquires that you had to have been a member of the club for a very long time, or be one of the ‘in crowd’ who gravitated around the owner, Elza, like moons around an exotic planet. Julianne had sent her a message once, regrettably on a scrap of paper, and via one of the bartenders, asking if she might accept an interview. There’d been no answer, but Elza had cast Julianne a mysterious smile as she passed that night with her entourage of deliciously strange people.
She wasn’t prone to flights of fancy, but Julianne instinctively knew this club held mystery, magic, and romance. It breathed with a life of its own. People appeared and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the club. Rupert went in there too. His band sometimes played in the VIP room. Rupert had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He sang and played the guitar in a way that captivated her, held her suspended in awe with her heart hammering, and desire coursing through every cell. Julianne thought about Rupert every night when she was in bed trying to sleep. She recalled his perfect mouth and longed to trace a finger over his lips. She pined for the feel of his muscular arms around her. She imagined sweeping her hands along his hard body.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Ra Jones Publishing


About Elodie
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
Find Elodie online: Blog  Facebook  FB  Twitter Tsu
Quirky facts:
Elodie only ever wears boots. (Yes even in summer) She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie.

Elodie loves: music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing) the countryside, the ocean, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, stockings, and potatoes, in any order.
#Teaser of Filthy Marcellos: Dante - Coming Soon #Romance #Mafia
I bring a small snippet from the beginning of Chapter Three in Filthy Marcellos: Dante today. In fact, I bring you the very lovely and very dangerous, Catrina Danzi. Enjoy ...

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Catrina Danzi required but one thing in life to keep her happy and not for the reason most would suspect: men.
She didn’t need or want their intimacy. Very little about a man interested her enough to keep her attention. The few men she had forged relationships with, physical or otherwise, had been either a pawn in someone’s game, or dead before morning.
They didn’t call her a black widow, though.
No, they called her the Queen.
The only reason she required men in her life was for business.
Being a successful Queen Pin was partly about understanding the environment of the work, then the product came along, and finally, the most important of them all was the ability to find the clients. Cat was mighty good at finding hers. She always had been.
It wasn’t hard when her looks drew attention, her charm closed the gap, and her product kept them coming back for more. She fit in to high society without gaining attention to her place. If a man—any man so long as he had the right amount of cash and clout—needed her to be the ghost supplying his substance indulgence, she was the perfect fit.
She didn’t touch the men, though. A good Queen didn’t get involved, certainly not emotionally, and definitely not with a client. Feelings and business didn’t work, regardless of how some men tried to convince her differently. If just one of her clients would realize his worth to her was only as good as the bottom-line on his bank account, maybe they’d get the hint.
Right. She doubted it.
Cat had a signature. One she was known for by every client who had her on speed dial. Beyond the bodycon dresses, red lips, and stiletto heels that accentuated her sexuality and held attention, they had all come to know her as Queen.
Just like that. Simple and clean. Kind of like her business prerogative.

Well, as clean as dealing drugs could be, that was.


Dante Marcello’s life has been a carefully planned event as an heir to a Cosa Nostra throne. For as long as he can remember, he’s had one goal in mind, and that’s becoming the Don. With his father ready to step down, it’s Dante’s turn to step up. But without a wife at his side, his seat as the boss is on shaky ground. Until she shows up with an offer he wants to refuse, but can’t.

With her, he’s got everything to gain.

Catrina Danzi is known for her angel face and a predator’s grace. For over a decade, she’s worked as a successful Queen Pin dealing with a repertoire of clientele who can’t afford a scandal. That’s why they ask for her and why they call her Queen. Marrying Dante Marcello means giving up the business and status she loves in order to gain protection she can’t provide on her own, but she no longer has a choice.

Without him, she’s got everything to lose. 

The rules for their arrangement are simple: no intimacy, no emotions. Dante isn’t looking for love and Catrina doesn’t need attachments. In the end, life has a way of breaking down walls when you least expect it to, and once love gets in, there’s no bleeding it out. Together, they make a formidable team the Commission won’t be able to ignore. Catrina’s secret of what she’s kept safe will put the entire Marcello family in danger when it finally catches up with her. The Marcellos have yet to be beaten, and they’re not about to start bowing down now.


Even the most beautiful things are a little filthy.

The final book in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
To Be Released June 2nd, 2015
Can be read as a standalone in the series
Playlist & Top Ten for Rise Lost Prince by London Saint James #AudioBook @LSJRomance

Rise of the Lost Prince by +London Saint James 
Series: Lost Boys,  book 1
Genre: Erotic, paranormal, fantasy, naughty fairy tale
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Listening Length: 5 hours and 1 minute
Program Type: Audiobook
Version: Unabridged
Narrator: John Thrust
Audible.com Release Date: February 26, 2015





They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world... 

Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland. 

Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys. 

With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

Rise of the Lost Prince Listening List:

Hoobastank - Crawling In The Dark
Godsmack - Serenity
Linkin Park - Papercut
Alter Bridge - Rise Today
Keane - Somewhere Only We Know
BrunuhVille - You And I
Matt Walters - The First Time
Creed - One Last Breath
Mat Kearney - Breathe In Breathe Out
Gabrielle Aplin - Salvation

Listening List on London’s YouTube Channel: http://youtu.be/bOHxtOLfvIo?list=PLTj2Uioh8mQ7CHZe8L4XAqO3WZQj6DovY




Top Ten things you will find in Rise of the Lost Prince

1.      Sexy alpha males
2.      Badass warriors
3.      Evil Darklings
4.      Battles and blood
5.      Some steamy kissing (among other things)
6.      Sassy women
7.      A pair of shimmering wings
8.      An abandoned seaside amusement park called Neverland
9.      Adventure
10.  And, yes. I’m going to mention this again. Sexy alpha males!










London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.



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About the Narrator John Thrust

The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday. It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge). Rather than just read the book, I recorded it. I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays - even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too.

– John


#AmReading: Review of The White Carnation @JandSMatt @Crimson_Romance #Supense #Romance

The White Carnation by Susanne Matthews 

The last person disgraced reporter Faye Lewis wants back in her life is Detective Rob Halliday, the man she blames for ruining her career and breaking her heart. But when she finds an old friend murdered, he’s the one she calls. 

For the past year, Rob and his team have been hunting the Harvester, a serial killer who ritualistically murders new mothers and vanishes with their infants. What Rob doesn’t need is another case, especially one involving his ex-fiancée. 

Then Faye is assaulted, and Rob realizes the cases are connected. She may hold the answers he needs to find the elusive killer. But the more they investigate, the more complex the situation becomes. Can they set the past aside and work together, or will the Harvester and his followers reap another prize?

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Bethany-Kris's Review of The White Carnation
****Five out of Five Stars****

Faye Lewis, a disgraced crime reporter and one lonely woman since breaking it off with her ex-fiancé who she blames for ruining her career, is trying to somehow work her way back up the crime beat at the newspaper. Her one big chance to salvage her career and the mess her life has become is looming right around the corner. But when a friend's mother is murdered and Faye herself is attacked, both cases link to a serial killer everyone calls the Harvester and Faye's looking like she might just be his next victim. Rob Halliday can't let that happen. 

I was so lucky to get an early copy of Susanne Matthews' The White Carnation to devour and review. She's my go-to for sweet contemporaries with awesome heroines and great heroes. I had not picked up one of her romantic suspense novels until now and shame on me for that. Ms. Matthews has quite a knack for weaving a fantastic tale, hooking the reader in deep, and then dragging you along for the ride. I pretty much had this book done in a day because I didn't want to stop reading. I had to know how it was all going to play out.

The heroine Faye was determined, sassy, and well, a lot like a regular woman. We could all relate to her in some way, I think. Rob, the hero, was the perfect mix of a regular guy with a bit of Alpha toughness under his surface. Their history together was well done and how the author kept it fluttering throughout the plot for the entire book was one of my favorite things. Why? Because despite knowing maybe something wasn't right there, you couldn't be sure until nearly the very end.

The story of the Harvester, which is where the plot most circulates, was also a great--if not a little creepy and whoa. Matthews' has an awesome mind and I wouldn't mind taking a trip inside it for a while.

All in all, this novel was a top-five romantic suspense read for me this year. A well-rounded plot, strong characters, and great writing makes The White Carnation one of Ms. Matthews finest works. I highly--highly--recommend.
Spotlight: The Star Princess by Jessica E. Subject - @jsubject #Audiobook #SciFi #Romance

THE STAR PRINCESS
A Beyond Fairytales audio book
By Jessica E. Subject
New Adult Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-61333-765-3




NOW AN AUDIOBOOK!


Narrated by Jon Filipko




In one week, Princess Ro’sa will board a spaceship, leaving her home on Minjet to be with her betrothed on Earth. The only problem is, she detests the prince’s selfish and arrogant ways, preferring to spend time with his personal aide, a man who stirs her desires in ways she never imagined possible with his radiant blue eyes and smouldering lips. And oh, the way he touches her.


Earth’s post-apocalyptic landscape offers little but the alliance offers much and a princess must do her duty, no matter the danger to her person and to her heart.












Excerpt:

At the whoosh of the space shuttle flying overhead, the feline on Ro’sa’s knee hissed before jumping to the floor. Ro’sa hurried to the front of the house, pressing her palms and nose against the window. Somewhere in that ship was her betrothed, the prince from Earth she would marry.

Ka’lyn, her best friend, squeezed in beside her, claiming the rest of the available window space. “What do you think he looks like? I’ve never seen anyone from Earth before. Maybe he has two heads, or one eye....” She nudged Ro’sa’s side. “Two cocks?”

“Ka, really?” Flaring heat rushed to Ro’sa’s cheeks and temporarily paused the fluttering of firetubes in her stomach. In seven rotations, she would say good-bye to her home, her family, and all of her friends to be with a complete stranger. She’d grown up knowing this time would come, but it had always seemed so far away. Until he’d arrived. Ro’sa swallowed her nerves. “His people just recently joined the Confederacy. I think the only reason they were invited was to prevent an intergalactic war when they learned of the existence of life beyond their own solar system.” They’d already destroyed most of their planet. Who knows what they would have done had the Confederacy not intervened?

Ka’lyn grabbed her shoulders and turned Ro’sa to face her. “I know all this, but what do they look like?”

“Humanoid, like us.” She searched her memory for the few Terran dignitaries she’d met. “But their skin is different shades of brown, from nearly white to almost black.” Though she had no idea where her betrothed fit into the spectrum, never having been allowed to travel to Earth. How she wished she had. If her parents had allowed them to meet earlier, she’d have far fewer worries and much more experience with how to interact with those from Earth, and with her betrothed. She’d retained her virginity for him, the only female her age on the planet who hadn’t experienced sex, though she hoped to know what it was like before she left for Earth.

“Weird. So, when do you get to meet him?”

“Tonight.” Ro’sa returned her gaze out the window, watching the shuttle descend onto the runway. Had the prince saved himself for her? “There’s an official introduction ceremony where we will shake hands and eat our first meal together.”

“That’s crap.” Her friend tugged on her fingers. “Let’s go meet him as he’s coming off the ship.”

Ro’sa shook her head, yanking her hand away. “I can’t. I have to follow protocol.”

“Then we’ll hide in the shrubs. Don’t you want to check him out before you’re introduced to him in front of everyone?”

Biting her bottom lip, Ro’sa watched the spacecraft disappear below the treetops. “I guess.” Then she wouldn’t look like a fool in her first reaction to him. She could hold her emotions in check, having already caught sight of the prince.

“Let’s go then.” Ka’lyn stood at the door before she had the chance to move.

They left her friend’s home behind. Darting through the woods on the packed dirt path, Ro’sa hoped they’d make it to the runway in time. If the castle guards hastened him away, they’d never make it in time. Why hadn’t her parents let her meet him years ago? Was he that horrendous looking? At least they could have shown her a picture.








Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her atjessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.




Susanne Matthews on Inspiration & The White Carnation - @jandsmatt #Suspense #Romance

The Story Behind the Story: What Prompted Me to Write The White Carnation


Every great novel starts with an idea, and that was certainly the case when I started The White Carnation, Book One of The Harvester Series. I’d been watching an episode of Law and Order SVU, one of my favorite shows, and that night Olivia was after a serial rapist who purposely impregnated his victims to create his own dynasty. Now, as most of you are aware, rape is generally a no-no for romance novels, even if they are suspense ones, so as much as I had a dozen different ideas for spinning that into a novel, I needed something else to make it palatable.

On the heels of that show, I came across an article on date rape—specifically on the so-called date rape drugs used in the commission of such a crime. I’d researched Rohypnol for Fire Angel, and I knew about Ketamine, the animal tranquilizer. After a little more exploration, I came across scopolamine, better known as the zombie drug. This drug comes from the borrachero tree found in South America, specifically in Columbia. Like many of the plants in the rain forest and its adjacent areas, the plant has medicinal purposes. It’s used to treat severe nausea. In the early twentieth century, it was given to women to ease the pangs of childbirth. They called it twilight sleep. In fact, some anesthetists use it in the cocktail they give patients undergoing surgery.
Among its properties is the fact that people under its effects behave normally to strangers. They don’t slur their words or have trouble standing or walking, but they do have an interesting propensity to tell the truth. It didn’t take the military long to decide to use it as a truth serum, but when given in large enough doses to be effective for that process, it has some fairly nasty side effects, including death.  

I was appalled to discover that this potentially dangerous drug has grown in use and not by the medical profession. I watched this documentary which really detailed how easy it was to get the drug and use it for nefarious purposes. http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/324779

Unscrupulous people have been using it to commit crimes. Imagine a powder blown in the face of an unsuspecting person that eliminates their free will and makes them compliant. They’ll empty their own bank accounts, clean out their apartments, beat up others, submit to sexual assault, even commit rape, and/or murder. The kicker is they’ll have absolutely no memory of it afterward.

At first, I assumed this was just another of the many urban legends floating around the Internet, but the more I researched, the more I learned about what may well be the most insidious drug available on the streets today. That was the catalyst to being able to write the story.

So, essentially I had the beginnings of my story. A serial rapist, using scopolamine to render his victims compliant, but I went one step farther. After the women gave birth, my villain killed them, posed them like angels, and left them in public places where they’d be discovered.

Voila. Now you have the idea that allowed me to create a three book series.

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Blurb: 

The last person disgraced reporter Faye Lewis wants back in her life is Detective Rob Halliday, the man she blames for ruining her career and breaking her heart. But when she finds an old friend murdered, he’s the one she calls.

 For the past year, Rob and his team have been hunting the Harvester, a serial killer who ritualistically murders new mothers and vanishes with their infants. What Rob doesn’t need is another case, especially one involving his ex-fiancée.

 Then Faye is assaulted, and Rob realizes the cases are connected. She may hold the answers he needs to find the elusive killer. But the more they investigate, the more complex the situation becomes. Can they set the past aside and work together, or will the Harvester and his followers reap another prize?

***

Excerpt: 

Twenty minutes later, the unmarked police sedan pulled up behind the black and white outside the brownstone. The paramedics were parked farther along the street, just ahead of the police car, reducing traffic to a single lane. The coroner’s van pulled up behind them. Rob got out and approached the coroner.

“Amos, I didn’t expect to see you here so soon. I called for a bus, not the meat wagon.”

“Paramedics were nearby so Logan got here quickly. He radioed in—exsanguination due to a lacerated throat. He’s still up there. Nothing he can do for the victim, but your fiancée is taking it hard.”

“The victim was like a second mother to her.”

Your fiancée—Amos’s words were true once, but never again. There was no way Rob would hitch his wagon to a woman who could believe he’d betray her like that, a woman who’d put her job so far ahead of him, he’d barely been on her radar at times. The sex had been great, but love was supposed to be more than that. Still, she’d reached out to him. He took the stairs to the brownstone two at a time, his lean, muscular body having no problem with the climb. He flashed his badge at the officer who stood guarding the door. “Anyone showing any interest?”

“No, Detective. According to the concierge, the people in number five are in Europe, and I don’t think the rest of the residents are home from work yet. Looks like a robbery—the place has been tossed pretty good—and there’s no damage to the door, so she must have let them in. Logan says her throat’s been slit from behind.”

“Where’s Ms. Lewis?”

“In the living room with Logan. He wanted to take her to the ER—claims she’s in shock. I told him she had to stay put until you arrived. He’s pissed at me. Says I’m interfering with his job. He seems pretty friendly with her. I heard she’s some big shot investigative reporter.” He chuckled. “Some crime reporter—she’s puked a couple of times already.” He continued to laugh. Rob’s face must have reflected the anger moving to the surface because the guard choked it off.

“Rick Logan is one of the best paramedics we have. For the record, McMillan,” Rob read the nameplate on the policeman’s uniform, “the next time he says someone has to go the ER, you’d better damn well listen to him. And as for Ms. Lewis, the victim was a personal friend. It’s different when the victim’s someone you know.” His voice was clipped, his displeasure obvious.

Rob turned and entered the apartment. He’d learned the need to remain objective in order to do the job properly, but as he’d told the young officer, it was different when it was personal. Not only had the victim been an acquaintance, Faye was in there. He swallowed and tried to find the emotional distance he needed.

The place was a mess, just as the officer had said. He looked around quickly, his trained eye taking in everything in an instant—the wallet on the table, money on the floor mixed with the victim’s blood, the take-out bag, Faye’s purse and its scattered contents. Whatever this had been, it hadn’t been a routine robbery. Someone had been looking for something other than the usual snatch and grab items, so what were they after? What could Mrs. Green have that was worth dying for?

He found Faye sitting on the living-room sofa with Logan. Her face was red and blotchy, her blue-green eyes mascara-rimmed from her tears, and her clothing disheveled and covered in blood. She stood and moved forward, stopping before she reached him. Wrapping her arms around herself, she looked young and vulnerable, not a bit like the bitter, angry woman she’d been the last time he’d seen her.

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Snow White has always been just that, white as snow. Pure. She's lead a domestic life in the shadow of her outspoken and voluptuous sister, Rose Red. With Rose now marrying Prince Marcus, Snow fears she'll be left with an empty heart and empty cottage.

One night, Snow gives in to her desires, but is caught by Marcus' brother, Prince Darien, as he witnesses her indiscretion. Together they tap into a part of Snow long buried.

But Queen Miriam, once betrayed by Snow's mother, sees the same thing happening again--this time with her son, Darien. She refuses to let her throne be taken from her a second time and sets out to kill Snow White. Darien must believe in the power of true love's kiss or lose his kingdom, and Snow, forever.

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She spins from my arms and drops her chemise to her ankles. Turning her head, long raven locks drape her bare shoulder as she glances back at me. I stare at her naked flesh. Last night in the tunnel darkness shrouded us. Now, in the bright morning light, I see her for the first time.
Her gorgeous hair stops right before her rounded hips. She clings to the oak bed post and eases herself around. The pink of her breasts stare back at me. I swallow hard over the lump wedged at the back of my throat, blocking my words. My gaze traverses the length of her, stopping on the beautiful patch of hair between her legs. All the air in my lungs lunges out of me in a gasp.
“Why are you still clothed?” She tilts her head as a coy smile weaves over her lips.
“Because I cannot take my eyes off of you. Words fail me. They would do no good anyway. There are none to describe you, Snow. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. They pale in comparison to how my eyes see you. How my heart feels for you. But perhaps with actions, I can show you.” I rush her and sweep her into my arms, squashing her breasts against me.
Crushing my lips over hers, I sweep her mouth, telling her things with my tongue that I cannot say. Soft moans fill our kiss, and my feisty Snow works hard to get me out of my clothes. Hating to unlock our lips, I step back to undo the last of my trousers.
“I finally get to see all of you, too.” She stalks around me like a tiger eyeing its prey. “I like this part best.” She drags a finger the length of my cock, which stands at attention waiting to pleasure her. “But, I also like this part.” Her hands palm the width of my torso. I fight back a smile itching to curl over my lips at her little game. “I really like these.” Gripping my hands, she pulls my fingertips to her lips and kisses each one. “They do so many good things to me.” She makes one final walk around me. “But I like this part most of all.” Pressing her lips to my chest, she kisses my heart. It fills with sadness and love at the same time.
The lump returns to my throat as I fight back choking emotions attacking my head and heart.
“What about my lips?” I ask, forcing a smile over the ache in my heart.
“They are not part of you. They are part of me. They breathe life into me. They feed me words that can never be spoken.” She runs her hand up my chest before cupping my cheek. “They unlock true love's kiss.”
I ease her backward onto the bed and hover over her body. Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers. Hard nipples graze my chest, sending a lightning bolt of arousal to my cock resting against her hips.
“These lips can do so much more.” I look deep into her eyes that swallow me whole.
“How so?” she whispers.
“Like this,” I say, before kissing my way down her body. Spreading her stunning thighs apart, I ease my face between them.
“Darien?” she cries out. “What are you doing?”
“Speaking to you in another language.” I pry open her lower lips with my fingers and swipe the length of her pussy with my tongue.

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About Wren Michaels
Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line, where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.
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