EROTIC FAIRYTALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

EROTIC FAIRYTALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

by Angie Martin, Izzy Szyn, AnnaMarie Gardner, Jess Bagnall, Brandi Gillilan, Kathryn C. Kelly, Candi Fox, Layla J. Omorose, CeeCee Elaine, Leigh Savage, Christina McCord, Nathalie M. L. Römer, Courtney Lynn Rose, Stephanie Angelea, Cree Nations, T. Elizabeth Guthrie, and Claire Marta & Nia Farrell.

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Erotic Fairytales from the Brothers Grimm includes

The Devil’s Touch by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 23,028 words

Taken by a dark-eyed devil to settle a debt, this innocent angel will give him his due.

A deal struck with a devil in a designer suit and Avalon O’Keefe’s life becomes a nightmare. Taken as payment for her stepfather’s debts, she finds herself in the clutches of mobster Ricco Gotti. Crude, cruel, and unyielding, he’s used to people bowing to his will. He demands her submission, intending to make her pay between the sheets.

Avalon refuses to play Ricco’s game. When she proposes one of her own, it’s a challenge he grudgingly accepts. Two fierce competitors, each determined to best the other, both of them believing when it comes to winners, there can be only one.

Let the games begin…

The Devil’s Touch is a modern take on The Girl with No Hands by the Brothers Grimm. This dark Mafia erotic romance has potential triggers and is written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1:

Moving to the large wooden wardrobe, Avalon caressed the panel of the door, feeling its smoothness beneath her fingertip before tugging it open. The rod inside was lined with clothes. Everything was new, still with tags. Pulling out a dress, she saw the name of an expensive boutique… and frowned when she saw it was her size.

What the fuck?

Taking out another, she checked the label. Leaving it on the bed, she took out the others—all with her exact measurements. Even the shoes. How? How had Ricco known her sizes? This wasn’t possible. Unless….

Shock washed over Avalon. How long had he been plotting to kidnap her?

Hurrying back into the bathroom, she checked all the bottles she could find. Everything was what she used. Even the makeup she found in a cabinet had her brands and shades.

The ruthless, calculating son of a bitch.

He’d intended to take her as payment for Fred’s debts all along. Avalon felt sick at the knowledge. Ricco must have been spying on her. He’d had her watched. For all she knew, he’d baited Fred with an eye on the prize, and Fred had fallen for it—hook, line, and sinker.

Pressing a hand to her mouth, she sank to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

She might be spared from his advances tonight, but tomorrow was a different story. How was she supposed to save herself from his lust? Avalon chewed on her lip, her mind racing furiously. She’d seen his excitement at her challenge. Even though he’d wanted her, he’d played along with her game. Maybe she could dare him again. Perform for him as she had tonight. Make another bargain. Keep him distracted until she could find a way to escape.

As soon as she did, she was headed for the nearest police station to report his crimes against her. Against Fred Miller. Freddie might be a loser, but no one deserved to have their finger cut off. The sight of that blood-soaked towel was burned in her brain. She’d have nightmares tonight, she was certain. But there were hours to go before bedtime, and the devil was expecting her for dinner. She needed to get a grip, compose herself, and keep herself together. Stay placid, calm, and cool even when he turned that lust-filled gaze full-force on her.

She had to be strong. Strong and smart. Using her head was the only way to save her body from what he had planned.

Squaring her shoulders, she met her gaze in the mirror, dried her hair, and put on makeup. War paint, she thought, applying a mask that made her feel empowered. Confidant.

Or confidant by comparison.

The antique highboy had drawers of lingerie, all in her size. Imagine that. She couldn’t fault his taste. The matched set she picked made her look like someone’s favorite mistress. Not that she intended to be his, but if she was gonna dance with the devil, she might as well do it in style.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Ricco refilled their glasses. Avalon’s wine had a little something extra in it.

Let the games begin.

Within a minute, her cheeks grew flush. She fidgeted her napkin, raising it to fan herself. “Is it hot in here?” she wondered, blissfully unaware of what was happening. She crossed her legs. Uncrossed and recrossed them. Straightened them and clamped her thighs together in growing desperation. She needed release.

So did he.

Ricco reached for his tie and pulled it free, tossing it onto the table. Shrugging off his jacket, he threw it on an empty side chair and started rolling up his sleeves, revealing his hair-dusted forearms. His sculpted muscles made her eye him like a prime cut of beef. The top two buttons of his shirt pushed free, allowing the neckline of his shirt to part. Running his hands down his chest, he fondled himself, giving her a peep show but keeping the best parts hidden.

Her sapphire eyes darkened. She wet her lips and aimed her gaze at his groin, frustrated by the tabletop between them.

“You know,” he drawled, “I promised I wouldn’t fuck you. But there’s nothing to stop you from copping a feel. Nothing to stop you from taking whatever you want. Nothing to stop you from using me however you fucking need, whatever it takes to get yourself off. How do you want to do this, angel? Where do you want me?”

She bit her lip and considered her options. “Turn around,” she told him. “Put the back of your chair against the table and stay seated in it.”

Playing along, he followed her directions. She rose to stand before him. When he reached for the button at his waistband, she batted his fingers away. “Put your hands on the arm of the chair and keep them there!”

Hmm. Suddenly, he was rethinking his offer. It would be a dick move to rescind it now. Plus, she’d made him curious to see what she had in mind.

Hiking up her hem, she looped her arms over his head, grabbed onto the back of his chair, and straddled his lap, grinding her clit against his groin.

The scent of wisteria body wash rose from her skin. Her breasts were close enough, all he’d have to do is dip his head to get a mouthful.

Circling her hips, she started riding his pole, rubbing against it, using friction to bring herself off. Even with the drugs, it took some work, but she did it. Meanwhile, he took in everything. Her fractured breaths, her trembling thighs, the way she stiffened and broke against him.

“Oh, God…” She shattered, pussy walls squeezing her juices and ruining the front of his pants.

While he was still hard as oak behind his tightly zipped fly.

He’d cheated and she’d outmaneuvered him again. She’d gotten her rocks off and he was still incredibly aroused.

And admittedly humbled. He wasn’t as smart as he thought. Like chess players, the king had tried to take the queen but he hadn’t succeeded.

This was one very clever girl.

Vampirielle Volume Four

VAMPIRIELLE VOLUME FOUR

BLOODY HOLIDAY EDITION

by Scerina Elizabeth, AnnaMarie Gardner, Claire Marta & Nia Farrell,

Lisa Kumar, Tanis Owen, and Brandi Gillilan.

Anthology release date December 25, 2020

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THE DEAD OF NIGHTA POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Back in Paris, heartbroken and alone on Christmas Eve, Etienne de Foix decides to share his beloved music with the souls of the dead. When someone else is drawn to the cemetery, he finds himself tempted by his new admirer.

The young man who steps from the shadows has stars in his eyes and an innocent air that stirs Etienne’s hunger. Intent on sating his lust for blood and sex, he’s surprised when something more emerges from their tryst.

The Poisoned Garden Series stories follow Etienne de Foix, the vampire villain of Guarded Hearts Season One. Set in 1791, this historical paranormal erotic romance contains MM scenes. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT:

He let his music transport him, carrying him as close to heaven as he would ever be. A creature of the night, eventually he’d be dust and would rot in hell for all eternity. There was no forgiveness for his sins. No penance or absolution. His only solace came from the bow in his hand and the strings beneath his fingers, weaving songs as they formed. He grew so lost in the new one, it was a while before he sensed he was no longer alone.

Opening his eyes, his gaze traveled through the shadows opposite him, settling on a man. A handsome young man with honey brown hair and hazel eyes. He stood so perfectly still Etienne had almost missed him.

Pausing, Etienne surveyed him cautiously. Was he a hunter looking for prey?

“Don’t stop,” the stranger pleaded when he stilled his bow. “Play.”

“My music was not for you,” Etienne told him, enchanted by his voice. “I perform for the souls that lie here.”

He wasn’t in church. Maybe he was a prostitute. Paris was full of them. Easy pickings for a vampire like himself.

Disappointment crossed the young man’s face. “What brings you here in the dead of night on Christmas Eve?”

“I come to play,” he told him. “What is your name and what is your price, hmm?” 

“Gael,” the young man spoke softly. “And I have no price.”

“Nonsense,” Etienne scoffed. “Everyone has a price. It’s only a matter of finding it.”

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HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES

HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES
★•**•★COMING 13 APRIL 2021★•**•★

First appearing in TWISTED STEEL: A MOTORCYCLE CLUB ANTHOLOGY (SECOND EDITION) from Knox Publishing by Kristine Allen, Scarlett Black, April Canavan, Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbott, Amy Davies, Claire Marta & Nia Farrell, Nicole James, Addison Jane, Elizabeth Knox, E.C. Land, Rae B. Lake, Erin Osborne, Dani René, and Claire Shaw

Anthology release date April 13, 2021

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The authors of the Twisted Steel anthology have decided to come back with a second edition. They heard how much you loved it and listened to the readers. But, that’s not all. A few new faces have been added as well.

These USA Today and International Bestsellers have collaborated once again to bring you brand new biker stories that have never been published before. A combination of full-length novels and novellas are within the pages of this edition.

A couple of these authors have written about characters in their clubs you already adore, while others are launching a brand new series.

Each story takes place in a separate club, but you can always count on copious amounts of danger, suspense, angst but most of all – chemistry.

We ask you again: will these men and women put everything on the line for their brotherhood, or will they risk it all for love?

This collection includes stories from Dani René, April Canavan, Elizabeth Knox, Addison Jane, Claire Marta & Nia Farrell, E.C. Land, Erin Osborne, Amy Davies, Kristine Allen, Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbott, Claire Shaw, Rae B. Lake, and Scarlett Black.

Twisted Steel: A Motorcycle Club Anthology (Second Edition) includes Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season 2 Prequel) by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell (Length 49K words)

Quake is a club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC, gargoyle shifters who belong to The Order of the Dragon. Together, they are sworn to watch over mankind and supernaturals alike. Warrior, soldier, he’s never envisioned more out of life until a certain stripper catches his eye.

Magenta is a rare red maned wolf shifter. She’s the featured performer and highest-paid sex worker at The Pole Barn, a strip club and brothel near Las Vegas, Nevada, but it’s not where she plans to spend her life.

Magenta—aka Rory Lockheart—dreams of more.

When trouble comes knocking on Magenta’s door, it’s Quake who comes to her rescue. She’s the stuff of his dreams, but women like her don’t date even when attraction ignites between them.

After Magenta is kidnapped, all evidence points to the low-life jackal shifters in the Death’s Head MC. Can Quake find the rare beauty before it’s too late or will she disappear from his life forever?

Dangerous Curves is the Guarded Hearts Season Two prequel. Quake and Magenta’s story continues in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Guarded Hearts Book 8). This story ends in a cliffhanger and has adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

DARK HARVEST—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

DARK HARVEST

A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Part of the Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume 1,

out 31 October 2020

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An invitation to the royal hunt at Château de Fontainebleau is an offer Etienne de Foix cannot refuse. Falling for the charm of Kristoff Vasilyvich, a Russian prince, yields a second one he’s delighted to accept. The third—to find pleasure in a threesome with Odette d’Évreux—flings him into a world of darkness. Lurking beneath the château are creatures he never knew existed. One dark kiss, one night of insatiable lust, and Etienne finds himself one of the damned, reaped in the dark harvest.

The Poisoned Garden Series stories follow Etienne de Foix, the vampire villain of Guarded Hearts Season One. Set in 1538, this historical paranormal erotic romance contains MM and MFM scenes. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT:

To Etienne’s good fortune, the Russian prince shared his nature, preferring men to women but indulging in both. Last night, he’d been delighted to discover the Russian was big all over, not just in stature. He’d had trouble sitting all day. A price well worth paying for the memories they’d made. Typically, he was the one who plucked the black rose, but he’d found Kristoff too charismatic to say no. They’d left the dance early and fucked half the night.

His cock stirred, ready for another round.

Kristoff chuckled. “Settle,” he murmured. “Do not let her see your interest.”

Etienne grimaced. “‘Tis you she wants.”

He bent to whisper in his ear. “As do you. I think I should fuck you both. Shall we see how badly she wants it? I am willing to beg off from joining the hunt. Let the others go forth in the cold and damp whilst we stay warm in bed.”

Jesu. Etienne was hard now. The bastard knew well how to incite his passions. He wouldn’t mind sharing Odette with Kristoff. The man was a satyr. He’d handle them both and his servants, too, given the chance.

“All right,” Etienne agreed, striving to not seem too eager. “How do you wish to do this?”

Kristoff stroked his beard, considering. “I could just ask her. Or I can entice her. Lure her away with an offer to see the gardens by moonlight and carry her off like a Viking conquest to my bed. She’ll expect nothing less from the House of Rurik. Once we get started, you can come and join us.”

Etienne nodded. Locked in the throes of passion, she’d be much more likely to agree to take two lovers—especially if it meant losing the one.

He watched Kristoff stalk across the floor to the beauty who was watching them. She was a captivating creature with dark hair, expressive brown eyes, and soft, generous lips that contrasted with her smooth, fair complexion.

It took nothing for his lover to coax her onto the dance floor. Sipping his wine, Etienne watched Kristoff flirt, reeling Odette in with his rough charm and devilish smile. A touch of his hand here, a whisper in her ear, and he’d soon persuaded her to join him in an evening far more satisfying than a dance.

They’d already agreed the hunting party would leave at dawn without them. Whether there were two or three bodies in Kristoff’s bed remained to be seen.

ANTHOLOGY LIST

Anthologies

Dominated by Desire: A BDSM Anthology (delisted). Included Slow Burn by Nia Farrell.

With Love from New Orleans (Voyages of the Heart 2) (delisted). Included Enemy Mine by Nia Farrell.

A Taste of Submission BDSM anthology (delisted). Included Replay Set 1: Viking Raid, Triple Play, Honour Bound by Nia Farrell and The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor (Unbillable Hours #1) by Ree L. Diehl.

Stand Your Ground (delisted) anti-bullying/antiviolence anthology. Included Independence Day by Nia Farrell and Damage Control by Ree L. Diehl.

With Love from Dublin (Voyages of the Heart 3) (Sept 26, 2019). Included Scattered by Nia Farrell.

Wounded Heroes Anthology (Nov 7, 2019). Includes Fallen by Nia Farrell.

Pleasure Bound BDSM anthology (delisted). Included Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1) by Nia Farrell.

Curvy Christmas Anthology (delisted) with BBM stories. Included By George by Nia Farrell and Lassie, Come Home by Ree L. Diehl

With Love from Venice: Christmas (Voyages of the Heart 5) (Dec 5, 2019). Includes The Exception to His Rules by Nia Farrell.

Twisted Steel MC anthology (April 18, 2020). Includes Book (Lost Creek MC Book 1) by Nia Farrell.

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One (October 31, 2020). Includes Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story and Dark Harvest—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell.

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume Four (December 25, 2020). Includes The Dead of Night—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell.

Erotic Fairytales from the Brothers Grimm (February 25, 2021). Includes The Devil’s Touch (Dark Hearts Book 1) by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

The Awakening of the Unknown (March 24, 2021) (paranormal/sci-fi). Includes Irresistible (A Retelling of Leda and the Swan) by Nia Farrell.

Twisted Steel 2 MC anthology (April 13, 2021). Includes Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curses (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel) by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell.

Last Chance to Call You Mine (May 28, 2021). Includes Play Date (Club Paradiso Book 1) by Nia Farrell.

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One

Vol 1

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F. Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta, Nia Farrell, Tanis Owen, Livia Lang, and Sloane Ridge.

Anthology release date October 31, 2020

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A collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica stories.

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One includes Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell (Length 3K words).

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UNMASKED—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

This sizzling short story is part of the Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F.Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta. and Nia Farrell.  This collection of steamy vampire romance erotica stories releases October 31, 2021.

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Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell is historical paranormal erotic romance (Length 3K words) and the first release in their new Poisoned Garden series.  

Opera singer Estelle Broussan has the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess. She’s quite the actress, too. Rumor has it that the streets of Paris are littered with the lovers she’s cast off but she’s wary of men who want her for her talent or looks.

Only one man who wants her for her mind, but he proves to be the most dangerous of all.

This erotic paranormal short story is set in 1792 Paris amidst the French Revolution and features Etienne de Foix, the vampire from the Guarded Hearts series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT from Unmasked by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell:

Estelle decided to take advantage of their host’s generosity. Filling a plate and grabbing a glass of wine, she circled the floor, watching the dancers, admiring the statues. One young man looked like Ganymede, come from Olympus to serve the tall, blond god with wolf ears who stood admiring him. The living statue held his pose but she could tell he was discomfited by the backs of two fingers tracing the inside of his thigh. Discomfited and aroused. A telltale bulge beneath his toga betrayed his reaction to the wolf’s attention.

Estelle sighed. There was nothing quite as beautiful as watching two handsome men make love. She’d seen enough backstage trysts to know.

She drifted closer, curious if the boy would cry wolf, or if he’d let the wolf-man have his way. She supposed it depended on what he’d been paid for. At least one statue had come down from his pedestal and disappeared with a patron.

The man admiring him swiveled his head. From behind the wolf’s mask that he wore, his vibrant blue eyes lit with interest to have caught her watching them. “There you are,” he greeted her, his voice a rich baritone that resonated in her core. “I wondered when I might see you. I’ve had to amuse myself with my golden boy. He is beautiful, is he not?”

The wolf slid a lascivious glance at the young man and wet his lips. “He has no complaints, I can assure you. But what of you, ma chère? Who takes care of your needs these days?”

“Oui,” she agreed, thinking he’d mistaken her for one of the other women here in a red cape and a mask. “I hope you treat him well.”

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THE POISONED GARDEN

Etienne's Poisoned Garden

Fans of the Guarded Hearts series by Claire Marta will recognize the poisoned garden as Etienne’s domain. He’s an old vampire with stories to tell, and we’ll be sharing them soon.  First up is Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story that will appear in Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One, coming October 31st. You won’t want to miss this sizzling erotic short story set in 1792 Paris during the French Revolution!

PLAY DATE (CLUB PARADISO BOOK 1)

PLAY DATE

(CLUB PARADISO BOOK 1)

by Nia Farrell

Part of Little Black Dress anthology from Perfectly Poisoned Anthologies.

Anthology release date May 28, 2021.

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A naturally submissive American woman is paired with a Dominant prince at a fantasy resort’s grand opening.

Club Paradiso is a fantasy resort owned by the Paradiso Luxury Resort in partnership with Replay resort in the States.  Located on a privately owned island in the Caribbean, Club Paradiso caters to the rich and decadent.  Its invitation-only grand opening has drawn royalty, nobility, heads of state, and pop culture personalities from around the world.  At the top of the guest list is Estefan Gianopoulos, crown prince of the Kingdom of Varra and the world’s richest bachelor, thanks to a gemstone unique to his tiny Balkan country.

The security to the event is being provided by an elite force of trained agents, former soldiers, and bodyguards, some in uniform and some dressed to blend in with the A-list crowd.  Estefan is planning his own undercover operation as soon as his “date” gets here.  He intends to flex his Dominant muscles with a sex professional versed in BDSM protocol who’ll arrive in a little black dress.

The trouble is, nearly every woman at the party is wearing a fashion classic and none of them looks like the red-headed woman he hired.

He isn’t happy when his escort for the evening turns out to be a brunette in need of an attitude adjustment.

Kira Reese Conners cares nothing for wealth or rank. In a borrowed dress and lethal heels, she feels a bit like Cinderella when she’s reluctantly paired with the Crown Prince of Varra at the Club Paradiso opening gala. She’s sworn to keep the Dominant prince’s BDSM lifestyle a secret, but who’ll keep her inner submissive safe if she agrees to a kinky play date with him?

#Cinderella #fairytale #BDSM #royalty #kneelfortheDominantnotfortheprince

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Excerpt 1 (179 words, PG13):

“Kira,” he murmured.  “An unusual name.  Family?”  Her father was a famous Hollywood stuntman.  Her mother taught yoga, which explained that body of hers.

“N-no,” she croaked, watching in rapt fascination as he adjusted himself.

A ten-inch missile was coming her way as soon as he could figure how to do it without causing an international incident.

“My parents were anime and sci-fi fans,” she explained.  “They named me after Akira and Kyle Reese from The Terminator.

He arched a brow and silently applauded their tastes.  No cookie-cutter name for an Olympic-level shootist who’d trained in multiple martial arts and provided personal protection for rock stars, actors, billionaires, and dignitaries.

Fuck.

He knew basic self-defense and was an expert fencer but given all the black belts she had to go with that deliciously sinful black dress of hers, he realized that she’d let him disarm her.  Had let him take her purse.  She had willingly surrendered her power, knowing she could stop things at any time.

Exactly what a submissive would do.

Suddenly, the evening looked promising once more. 

Excerpt 2 (429 words)

“I’m going to remove your holster.  It’s tearing up your skin.”

She rolled her eyes.  “And where am I supposed to put my gun?”

“Your clutch,” he said, “after I’ve taken care of this.”

Unbuckling the holster, he pulled it free of her body and laid it aside.  Tearing open the foil pack, he pulled out the alcohol pad and turned back to see that her knees were shut as tight as a miser’s purse.

He looked pointedly at her reddened thigh.  “Legs apart, pet.  I’m going to swab you down, then doctor you up.  I need room to work and you’re not giving me any.”

“Damn straight,” she murmured, glaring at him, daring him to force the issue.

Two could play that game.

He gave her his best Dom look.  It had worked before.  It worked again.  The minx grit her teeth and growled at him before grudgingly moving one leg far enough to afford access to the entire site.

Estefan nodded his approval.  “Good girl,” he hummed.  Leaning over her, he swabbed the reddened patch of skin with alcohol.  Breath hissed between her teeth at the sting.  He dipped his head and blew on her thigh.

Kira Reese Connors stopped breathing.

He did it again, as an experiment, to see what she would do.  She shivered and tightened her hands into white-knuckled fists, denying the urge to push him away—

Or pull him closer?  The scent of feminine musk was mistakable.

“Once more,” he rasped, wishing like hell that third times actually were charms.  To have this woman submit to him would be his greatest triumph.

She bit back a moan and spread her legs wider.

“There now,” he crooned, pleased with her response.  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?  Where your skin is broken, I can’t use arnica cream to promote healing.  I’m going to blend petroleum jelly and triple antibiotic cream to use.  Plain petroleum jelly will keep it from scabbing and scarring, but I don’t want it to get infected.  Are you allergic to anything?  Are those going to be safe to use on you?”

“Yes, Sir.  Sire!”

She rushed to correct her slip but it was too late.  He’d heard it and she knew it.

“They’re fine,” she whispered hoarsely, disturbed that she’d shown her hand instead of keeping her cards close to her cleavage.  She wanted him to think that she was unaffected, but her body had betrayed her.  Her jade eyes had grown smoky and languid, her cheeks were flushed, and the scent of her arousal was thick enough to bottle.

BOOK (LOST CREEK MC BOOK 1)

 

★¸.•´¸.•*´¨)✯ ¸.•*★ COMING 18 APRIL 2020 ★¸.•´¸.•*´¨)✯ ¸.•*★

TWISTED STEEL MC anthology from Knox Publishing

Includes Book (Lost Creek MC Book 1) by Nia Farrell

Length 19,322 words.  Anthology release date April 18, 2020.

In the year 2055, you still don’t mess with Texas…

The Lost Creek MC is comprised of part-Native members adept at living off the land.  Their Vice President Book is a shaman.  A pure telepath, his psychic gifts have allowed them to survive The Fall of 2045 and flourish despite it in the new American Federation of States.

Hard times have led to harsh laws.  In the Flint Hills District of The Great State of Kansas, theft is punishable by death.  Book’s dystopian world is turned upside down when he goes after a water thief and meets the one woman on the planet he can’t read.

Twenty-five-year-old Adrienne James is the daughter of rock star Jackson Thomason, now President of The New Republic of Texas, his twin Jacob, and their wife Anna James. After her radiator hose breaks in Kansas, she’s assessed an exorbitant tap fee that must be paid before she’s allowed to leave. The First Daughter of Texas will be a “guest” of the Lost Creek MC until couriers from Austin make it through Oklahoma unscathed and arrive with the money.

Twelve years younger than Book, Adrienne is unabashedly sensual and totally off-limits.  Yet his Dominant side wants nothing more than to bring her to her knees.  Unfortunately, he’s not the only one who wants her.  The First Daughter is a prime political target, and danger is headed their way.

Book introduces the Lost Creek MC Series and is part of the Twisted Steel MC anthology from Knox Publishing, out April 18, 2020. Written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (527 words):

“Problems?” he asked.

She forced her shoulders down and swiveled her head to meet his gaze.  Looking into her amethyst eyes was like taking a sucker punch to his gut.

Just who the hell was she?

She gave him a quick once-over before breaking off and slicing her gaze back to her radiator.  “You could say that,” she drawled.

There was a hint of the South in her voice.  Oklahoma?  Southern Missouri, maybe.  She wasn’t native to Washington, that was for certain.

“I blew a hose.  I’m hoping like hell the duct tape will get me to a garage.  You don’t happen to know where I can find one, do you?”

Book eyed the drone and looked at the woman, searching her purple eyes for answers to the questions spiraling in his head.  Who was she?  What was she?  Where had he known her before?  She felt too familiar for this to be the first lifetime their paths had crossed.

For all that she was trying to look tough and act self-sufficient, the truth was, she was as vulnerable as any woman stranded in the middle of nowhere.  It was asking for trouble, but he was determined to not throw her to the wolves or let the hyenas have her.

“Tate’s Auto Repair is about fifteen miles,” he said, registering the flare of disappointment and hint of panic that flashed in her eyes, “but my club—Lost Creek—has a garage for our bikes and cages.  Mack can fix anything and he’ll cut you a deal on labor.  Putting on a hose shouldn’t be too much.”

His unspoken question was received loud and clear.  She bit her lip at the mention of expense, then confessed, “I can pay, or I can get more if I need to.  It’s not safe to travel with too much cash.”

So…she had some money.  Hopefully, she had enough to pay for the water.  Ideally, she had enough to cover it all in AFS dollars.  The legal tender printed by the American Federation of States was the western version of the Euro, available in denominations from one to a thousand.  But there were other forms of trade.  Other means of payment, especially for someone as young and pretty as she was.

And the world was full of men who’d have demanded it.

She was taking a chance that he wasn’t one of them.  But she wasn’t put off by the sight of his cut.  He took that as a good sign.

“True enough,” he agreed smoothly.  “I’ll need you to follow me.  If your van won’t make it, we’ll get Mack to tow it in.”

“Jesus Christ,” she groaned, a soft sound of forced capitulation.  “I hope the fuck not.  My dads are gonna shit a brick if I have to call them.”

He arched a brow at her comment but said nothing.  Two dads were becoming more common these days.  So were ménages.  Hell, the President of the New Republic of Texas shared his wife with his twin brother.

Times, they are a changing.  At least some good things had come along with the bad after the world fell apart.

Excerpt 2 (311 words):

She turned to the club’s Vice President, tilting her head so that she could meet his sapphire gaze.  For a moment, she let herself get lost in them.  “Thank you for stopping to check on me,” she said when she managed to speak again.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t get your name.”

He cleared his throat, the muscles of his neck making his Adam’s apple do an appealing slide.  When he spoke, his voice was rougher than it had been when it was just the two of them.

“David Reynolds,” he rasped.  “Better known as Book.”

“Book?”

She blinked, wondering if she’d heard him right.

“Book,” he repeated, like he was reading her goddamn mind.  “That’s my road name.  What they call me in the club.”

“Road name.  Yeah, I know,” she quipped, wondering what the hell was her godmother up to.

God bless it, Grace.

She’d told her there was a book in Kansas that she needed to find.  She didn’t say a goddamn word about it being a man.

Those beautiful sapphire eyes went hooded and his body stiffened at the sharpness of her tone.  The look that he gave her was pure Dom and full of censure.

“Sorry, Sir,” she apologized, cringing at how harsh she’d sounded and taking heart in the way that he responded to the honorific.  The man was a Dom.  He had to be.

Please let him be a Dom.

“I was just thinking about my uncle,” she lied.  “He was in a club back in the day.  The Midnight Raiders in Mt. Sterling, Minnesota.”

Scanning the garage, she saw that most of these men rode Hogs.  The younger Colson brother had taught her to ride a Harley.  Aunt Grace’s two husbands had taught her to ride horses.  With all the testosterone in the room, chances were good that she’d be riding a biker tonight.

Excerpt 3 (381 words, NSFW):

“I still don’t know why I can’t read you or why I don’t hear other voices when you’re close by.  It’s like a mute button’s been pushed in my brain.  This morning, when you stepped outside to make your call, all of a sudden I was hearing Deacon just fine.  Usually, I have to listen to the radio or TV or music to drown out the voices enough to sleep.  Tonight will be interesting.”

It would be if she had anything to say about it.

Adrienne pounced on the opportunity he’d presented.  “Aunt Grace says our guards go down while we sleep.  You told me I could pick, but I think we should share the bed.  Keep me close.  See if it works.  Tomorrow night, I can take the couch and you’ll have something to compare it with.  You may hear things with me at night that you won’t when we’re awake.  Sharing a bed will give you a basis of comparison, something to measure against.”

She looked forward to making her own comparisons.  Length and girth.  Skill and duration…

Her eyes must have betrayed her, because he leveled another Dom look at her and slowly shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly, his voice quiet, his Zen-master appearance perfectly calm.

In command of her and in control of himself.

If she didn’t have a lady boner before, she had one now.  Soft-spoken Doms were the best.  They’d watch you misbehave and whisper darkly in your ear, promising to make you regret it.

“Nothing is happening here,” he warned.  “You’re the First Daughter of Texas.  No one in our lodge is gonna touch you, including me… unless it’s to spank that ass and make you behave.”

Yes, please.

“Settle,” he growled.

God damn, she liked the sound of that.  She liked it a lot.  “Are you sure you can’t hear my thoughts?” she wondered.  He certainly wasn’t having any trouble reading her.

His mouth lifted slightly, lips canting upward.  “Your body language is enough.  And you’re not masking your face.  It’s pretty clear where your thoughts are headed, even if I can’t hear them.”

“Well, damn.”  She huffed a breath, unhappy with his refusal to budge when he could be bending her over his knee.

Or his bed.

Or both…

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Read about Adrienne’s rock star parents in

The Three Graces Duet 2: Something Different, Something Awesome

Duet out January 2020 at Amazon.

Also available as single titles Something Different and Something Awesome.

 

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