REPLAY REUNION 4: NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS

 

REPLAY REUNION 4: NAUGHTY SHENANIGANS

by Nia Farrell

 

Release Date March 20, 2022

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A St. Patrick’s Day theme short story, length 5,725 words.

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A married submissive craves more than what her husband can give her.

 

It’s St. Patrick’s Day at Replay BDSM theme resort, and the Scottish village has been transformed into 16th century Ireland. Married five years now, Rowena MacDonald loves her husband, Micheil, but longs to scene with multiple partners.

Except her Dominant husband doesn’t share.

What happens when a married couple faces a harsh reality? Will Rowena convince Micheil that wanting more doesn’t mean she loves him less?

Naughty Shenanigans is a sizzling BDSM romance with adult themes and consensual power exchange, written for Ages 18+. The Replay Reunions are companion short stories to the Replay series, which includes two Golden Flogger Finalists for Best BDSM Book of the Year.

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EXCERPT:

For better or worse, she and her twin sister Breanna had Dominant husbands who didn’t share. Then again, their Doms didn’t join in scenes with other partners, either. And here she was, wishing for more while questioning how she would feel if Micheil desired the same. Was it selfish or natural to welcome one but not the other? It wouldn’t be fair to limit him if she wanted his restrictions on her eased. She was happy in her marriage. Glad to be his submissive. And yet these past few months, she’d been craving more. Dreaming of more.

When she took a nap, it was less that she needed sleep than she wanted to lose herself in an erotic fantasy that would eventually find its way into a story. Her erotic persona, Regina Wright, was currently working on her seventh erotic romance with tattooed bikers, forced compliance, and multiple gangbangs.

Maybe she could talk Sir Piers into having a Wild Bunch weekend with Dom bikers riding into Replay and having their way with the submissives who’ve signed on.

Thankfully, there was a blind box where someone could anonymously drop ideas without revealing themselves.

As soon as she had a chance to get Breanna alone, she told her twin what was going on. Her wet dreams of moresomes. Micheil’s noninterest in sharing. The book she was writing and how much she wished it was her.

Breanna listened and nodded in empathy. “It’s kind of the same with me,” she confessed. “They say you can’t miss what you’ve never had, but after watching all the scenes at Replay, I’ve wondered how it would feel to submit to more than one Dom. I love Gunnar, but when I dream of a Viking raid, the sex doesn’t stop with him. Although I’m not sure what they’d think of this belly.”

Regina laughed. At four months along, the baby was showing, but Breanna’s stomach wasn’t big yet. “Are you kidding? They’d see a fertile female as a gift from the gods and challenge each other for the right to keep you. Mother’s Day,” she mused aloud. “That would be a great Mother’s Day present. When Gunnar asks what you want, tell him you want the full-experience Viking raid and see what he says.”

“I don’t know,” Breanna said slowly. “I don’t want him to think I’m unhappy or unsatisfied. It’s just—”

“You’re curious,” Rowena finished for her. “It’s natural. I bet if we canvas the other subs, everyone has a secret scene they’d like to play out…, something different they’d like to try. We should talk to Aubrey. She could put a bug in Sir Josef’s ear. He’s in a position to encourage everyone—Doms, switches, and subs—to write down their fantasies and give them to Sir Piers for consideration. Even if we don’t participate, we’ll have tons of fantasy fodder.”

 

 

DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES

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The Devil’s Handmaidens MC is a female MC collaborative series with standalone titles from a number of best-selling authors, including Nia Farrell. I’ll be writing about the Wolf Creek, Illinois, Chapter, set in Southern Illinois near the fictional town of Wolf Creek, with crossover characters from my Avenging Angels MC Series. Beast and Blue Boy’s sister, Tara (road name Scarlett), is a patched member of the local Devil’s Handmaidens MC and a bartender at Southern Comfort, a biker bar and restaurant located near the Cache River Swamp. Specializing in Cajun cuisine, Southern Comfort is owned by the Devil’s Handmaidens MC but was initially built with mob money. A major part of the club’s funding comes from high-stakes, invitation-only gambling held in the private back room.

Devil’s Handmaidens MC/Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1 will be Nobody’s Baby, a second-chance romance with Blue Boy and Rumer Presley McKee from Skin (Avenging Angels Book 7). Skin’s epilogue is where Nobody’s Baby begins. While you’ll be able to enjoy the second book as a standalone, your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read the main characters’ backstory in Skin.

You can follow the Devil’s Handmaidens MC Series here. I’ll be adding and updating titles, release dates, and links as they come available. Be sure to follow our Facebook readers group page here.


DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC TITLES BY NIA FARRELL:

NOBODY’S BABY (Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1) release date March 9, 2023

PLANNED TITLES IN THE DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES:

Crossing Styx by Verlene Landon, release date 8/2

Untitled by Calia Wilde, release date 8/18/2022

Harlow’s Gamble by Andi Rhodes, release date 8/25/2022

Untitled by Debbie Mitchell, release date 9/22/2022

Untitled by K.D. Latronico, release date 10/27/2022

Untitled by D.M. Earl, release date 11/3/2022

Piper’s Payment by K.D. Latronico, release date 1/26/2023

Untitled by W.M. Dawson, release date 2/2/2023

Nobody’s Baby by Nia Farrell, release date 3/9/2023

Tori’s Fall by Penny Anglene, release date 3/23/2023

Untitled by Vera Quinn, release date 3/30/2023

Executing Deliverance by Liberty Parker, release date 4/6/2023

A Queen Kneels to No One by Courtney Lynn Ross, release date 4/13/2023

Untitled by Darlene Tallman, release date 4/20/2023

Relinquishing Lilith by K.D. Latronico, release date 4/27/2023

Untitled by Juls Berghammer, release date 5/4/2023

Untitled by Shannon Heighton Hicks, release date 6/1/2023

Wreaked by E.M. Shue, release date 6/8/2023

Untitled by Linny Lawless, release date 6/15/2023

No Way Out by Kris Anne Dean, release date 6/22/2023

Vengeance of Lily Morgan by CJ Warrant, release date 6/29/2023

Untitled by Cedar Rose, release date 7/6/2023

Untitled by J. Lynn Lombard, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Jaime Russell, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Chelle C. Craze, release date 7/20/2023

Untitled by Letha Gene, release date 7/27/2023

ONE (Avenging Angels MC Book 6)

ONE: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 6

by Nia Farrell

Length 48,247 words. Release date February 22, 2022.

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Jolene Chaisson draws the attention of the two Avenging Angels Enforcers

Jolene Chaisson (aka Sweet Thang) is something of a mystery. The Cajun beauty clearly comes from a privileged background, but no one knows what brought the young Louisiana woman to Illinois or how she ended up a sweetbutt in the Avenging Angels clubhouse.

To the club Enforcers Beast and Hawk, Sweet Thang is the woman they want but have never had. Even though she’s slept her way through most of the club’s single members, she’s avoided them, sensing they’re the most dangerous. When Beast and Hawk save her from being abducted and circumstances force them together, she realizes she’s never felt safer than in their arms.

But being with the Avenging Angels makes her a target for their enemies. Can Hawk and Beast protect her when Reaper reappears?

One (Avenging Angels MC Book 6) is part of a continuing storyline that begins in Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1). While it can be read as a standalone, the timeline continues beyond this book, and your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read Books 1-5. Contains adult themes, consensual power exchange, and a BDSM relationship between two Dominant men and the submissive woman they share. MFM ménage, written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Beast watched the shifting look in Jolene’s whiskey eyes morph from surprise to trepidation to steely resolve. She was a brave one. He’d give her that.

He’d scared her shitless the first time she’d seen him in action, and she’d kept her distance ever since. As much as he regretted the circumstances that had thrown them together, he’d never forget how she felt lying in the circle of his arms, the softness of her skin, and the fragrance of her hair. He’d thought about asking Hawk to try and talk her into a threesome, but he didn’t want to put Jolene off his best friend, too.

“Here. Let me help,” Beast murmured, advancing slowly so that he didn’t set off any triggers. She might not remember what happened at the bar, but he fucking guaranteed her subconscious mind had recorded it all. “You need to be in bed until that shit is out of your system. Come on now, Sweet Thang. Can you stand for me?”

She planted a palm on the concrete vanity top and tried valiantly to push herself to her feet. Seeing the trouble she was having, Beast stepped in and took over. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her back to his bed, settling her in the center of the California king-sized mattress.

Grateful that she accepted his help rather than fight him, he piled pillows behind her back and pulled the top sheet over her lap, regretfully covering those killer legs of hers.

Breathing a soft sigh of relief when Hawk stepped back into the room, she bit her lip and kept her eyes downcast, refusing to look at either of them. Pride or prejudice? Beast wondered. After getting off to an unfortunate start, he was hoping that last night might turn things around. If she’d only talk to him…, give him a chance and get to know him, she’d learn that she could trust him to take care of her. Be her champion when she needed one and her Dominant as soon as he could get her to agree to a play session with him.

“I’m gonna get you some water,” he told her. “You need to drink. Hydrate. It’ll help get you back on track sooner.”

He hoped so, anyway, figuring it was a reasonable assumption. Jolene must have thought so, too, because she didn’t argue, just accepted the plastic tumbler he filled in the bathroom and pressed into her hands.

“When you’re ready, we need you to tell us about last night,” Hawk reminded her. “Everything you can remember.”

She cleared her throat, gripping the tumbler and holding it against her chest. “There was a band,” she began slowly. “It was crowded. I got a drink at the bar and was looking for a table when this guy saw me. He bought us both drinks and invited me to sit with him and his friends, Lyle, Red, and Buck. The other three were rodeo riders. Abe—the one who bought me a drink—was a clown.”

“A clown?” Beast asked, making sure he’d heard her right.

Jolene shuddered. “Nothing funny about him,” she chuffed. “I was on my second drink when I started feeling strange. I don’t remember anything after that.”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

“Clothes off, little girl.  Time for your bath.”

Jolene hesitated a beat before obeying.  Reaching down, she peeled off her hose and shrugged off her sheer robe, making a bundle and setting it by the black lace thong on one side of the sink.  Looking up, she met his gaze in the mirror and nervously bit her lip.

“What?” he asked, wondering what the hell was going on.  Why was she dragging her heels?

“The plug.”  She whispered the words like she was confessing her dirtiest, darkest secret.  “It’s still in.”

Beast dropped his gaze to the jeweled end winking in the incandescent light.  Hawk had said to leave it until she had to bathe or void, but he wasn’t here to remove it.

“Stay there,” he ordered.  Grabbing a spare roll of toilet tissue from beneath the sink, he tore off a section and laid it on the counter.  Pressing his left palm against the small of her back, he grasped the plug with his right hand, worked it in and out, and twisted it free, laying it on the tissue.  Her hole was slow to close but looked fine.

More than fine.

It was too damn tempting for an ass man like him.  Any notion that he could keep this impersonal shattered like broken fetters, allowing his erection to rise without impediments.

Spreading his fingers, he put his hand over the curve of her caned bottom and squeezed.

Moaning with pleasure, their Cajun painslut arched her spine and pushed back into his touch.  Between the swollen folds of her shaved pussy, her dewy slit glistened, her juices escaping to track down her thighs.  The air was thick with her musk.

Just how far would she let him go?

“Beautiful,” he murmured, the erotic timbre of his voice making her skin flock with goosebumps.  “What do you want, Sweet Thang?  You want it forced?  You want it rough?  You want me to tie you up or just throw you down and own that pussy and ass?”

He humped her crack, letting her feel just how hard he was for her.  The friction made her gasp and push her hips back to grind against him.

“Or I could take you here,” he rumbled.  “Keep you bent just like this and fuck that hungry hole of yours.  Stick my dick in your ass, fill you up, and ream you out.”

Her only response was heavy breathing and the look of desperation when their eyes met in the mirror.

Reaching for the bottom of his boxers, Beast pushed up the hem, pulled his erection out of the leg opening, and stroked it with his hand.  The vanity drawer had the lubricant and condoms he would need.  Taking out both, he ripped open a foil packet and pulled the prophylactic from its pouch.

Wrapping up, he lubed his length and wiped the excess in her crack, teasing her bunghole before dipping a finger inside.  “Safeword if you need to,” he told her, “but ten inches is coming your way.”

Jolene went still, forcing herself to relax.  Notching his glans in her hoop, Beast gripped her hips and tilted his pelvis, sinking his length into her inch by incredible inch.  She panted softly, sucking air between her teeth and pushing it out, gasping when he reached around and pinched her tit.  Keeping hold of the pebbled tip, he twisted and pulled it brutally, making her even wetter.

“I wish like hell I had clamps,” he rasped in her ear and bit it.  Sliding his hand south, he pushed his fingers into her groin and found her pleasure button.  “I’d make you stand straight and watch in the mirror while I played with your clit, tortured your nipples, and fucked your ass.”

Jolene went still for a moment.  Exhaling softly, she straightened her arms and pushed off the vanity, pressing her back against his front in silent invitation.

Beast felt a bolt of lust strike straight to his core.  “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, giving her one last chance before things got intense.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.  “But I’m tired of watching and wondering what it feels like when you fuck the other sweetbutts.”  She caught her lower lips between her teeth and searched his gaze.  When she released it, her mouth was set, and her whiskey eyes were lit with determination.  “I would like to be able to walk when we’re done.”

Beast pulled out an inch and pushed in deeper.  “Little girl, I had to carry you in here,” he reminded her.  “Do you really expect to walk out?”

“No.”

“Good.”

MIDNIGHT RAIDERS MC SERIES

The Midnight Raiders MC Series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell debuts 12 April 2022 in the Twisted Steel: Third Edition. The anthology is up for pre-order, specially priced at 99¢. We hit the USA TODAY list with the second edition and hope the next one will be even more successful.

The book Claire and I are writing for it is MM, but we expect the second book in the series to be MMF. This new series is a unique take on a popular genre. We hope readers will enjoy it as much as we love writing it.

The series is set in Edwardsville, Illinois, home of a Route 66 festival where our Book 1 main characters meet. To research, I made a trip to this year’s festival, took lots of pictures, and wrote from first-hand observation. The century-old Sears and Roebuck house, local businesses, and clubhouse in the series are pure invention but fun to write. We can’t wait to show them to you!

TWISTED STEEL 3 AMAZON PRE-ORDER HERE

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

 

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 10)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Release date 12 February 2022

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Jesse James has dedicated her life to helping shifter women who’ve been trafficked and abused. She never imagined becoming one of them. Kidnapped and drugged, the clouded leopard shifter finds herself spirited away to a mountain ranch that deals in more than horses. With little hope of escape, she fears she’s destined for the sex slave trade.

When news reaches the Hell’s Fury MC’s Las Vegas Chapter about a missing woman, Chaos and Wraith volunteer to help search. But things take an unexpected turn, and they end up as prisoners, too. Trapped in a nightmare, they not only discover their fated mate but find themselves auctioned off to the highest bidder with her.

Expecting to fight their way out, the three quickly learn that the ranch has a darker, even more insidious side. Thrown together, Jesse, Chaos, and Wraith must work as a team if they hope to get out alive.

The race is on, and the clock is ticking. Will they be able to claim the woman who’s meant for them, or will they die trying?

This steamy paranormal interracial MFM ménage contains adult situations and possible triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Crawling onto the bed, she lay flat on her back and clutched the sheet to anchor herself, blinking quickly but unable to stop the tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

There was silence for a beat, and then the side of the mattress dipped as Wraith sat beside her.

“It’s okay,” he crooned softly.  “Don’t cry, bean àlainn.

His gentle words only made her tears fall faster.  “I don’t want to—”

“I know.  I know….”  Leaning forward, he kissed the dampness from her cheeks, slowly working his way to her mouth.  Finding her lips, he brushed them with his in a sweet, tender kiss.

“Hush now.  Don’t look at the cameras,” he told her quietly.  “You can watch me, or close your eyes, but I swear I’ll make this good for you.”

Nodding, Jesse screwed her eyes shut, unable to stop the shivers racking her body.  Callused fingers brushed her hip, making her jump.  Caressing gently, they skimmed her stomach and arm as if he was trying to get her used to his hands on her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wraith murmured, his breath warm against the curve of her breast.  “Don’t be frightened, bean àlainn.  Don’t be shy.  You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Jesse wet her lips with her tongue and shook her head.  “Just get on with it.”

She wanted it over and done with so she could go back to her cell.  Maybe she’d be left alone then once the buyers had what they wanted—at least until she got shipped off.

“You deserve more,” he whispered.  “Better than this.  I’d take you to a cabin in the mountains, somewhere remote.  Secluded but with all the amenities.  A bottle of wine.  A roaring fire.  A hot tub on the deck where we’d drink champagne and eat strawberries by moonlight while snowflakes drifted down around us.  And when we came inside, I’d lay you on a rug in front of the hearth and treasure every inch of you….”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Jesse needed more, and when he didn’t offer it, she pressed herself against his length, thrust her hands under his ponytail to wrap around his neck, and pulled him to her for a kiss that made every hormone sing hallelujahs.  He moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it, deepening her kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips to twine with his.

“Jesse,” he moaned when she finally came up for air.  “We can’t.”

That’s what he said.  She proved him wrong, pushing him over and mounting him like an Amazon warrior of old.  Grasping his erection, she dragged the head along her slit to wet it with her juices, notched it in her opening, and lowered herself onto his shaft, working its length inside until she was seated to the hilt.  Wraith stayed where he was, watching Jesse reclaim her power.

She’d been a virgin when they’d taken her.  Tonight, she was learning how to take her own pleasure, using him to do it.  Crossing her arms, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, ripped it off, and tossed it aside, not caring where it fell.  Cupping her breasts, she kneaded her tits and played with her nipples, twisting them between her fingers and making herself moan. 

Chaos jacked his hips, thrusting up as she pushed down, watching the play of emotions on her face, determination laced with desire.  Her eyes flickered, revealing glimpses of her cat side, a clouded leopard huntress on the prowl.  An exotic beauty in real life, she was stunning when she went feral on him, riding him to completion, her walls gripping his erection and squeezing out her juices.  He reached to grasp her hips, close to his own climax, but she twisted off him, abandoning him in favor of Wraith.

Grabbing his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back, straddled his waist, and impaled herself on his erection, sinking down on it inch by inch.  Planting her palms on his pecs, she fucked Wraith, the musk of their joining and the liquid sounds of sex filling the air.

Remembering the monitors in the hallway, Chaos experienced a moment of panic, certain that Miles had seen them enter Jesse’s room and would come racing to her rescue at any moment.  But if he was listening, the only thing coming through the door was Jesse’s pants and growls and the keening cry she gave as she climaxed.

Wraith grasped her waist and snapped his hips, driving in deep and coming inside her.  Accepting it, she lowered herself to lie on his body, replete from her orgasms and depleted by the energy she’d expended.  Her panting breaths grew calmer, becoming slow and shallow as she drifted off in the circle of his brother’s arms.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE:

Morgan (#1) http://mybook.to/GH1 (19 Oct 2019)

Casey (#2) http://mybook.to/GH2 (13 Mar 2020). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2020.

Raven (#3) http://mybook.to/GH3 (8 Aug 2020)

Riley (#4) http://mybook.to/GH4 (12 Sept 2020)

Darcy (#5) http://mybook.to/GH5 (23 Oct 2020)

Sam (#6) http://mybook.to/GH6 (2 Jan 2021)

Ash (#7) http://mybook.to/AshGH7 (7 Mar 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON TWO/HELL’S FURY MC:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (#7.5 prequel) https://books2read.com/TwistedSteel (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (#8) http://mybook.to/RoryGH8 (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (#9) http://mybook.to/BlueGH9 (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (#10) http://mybook.to/JesseGH10 (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (#11) (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (#12) (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (#13) (11 Feb 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (#14) (10 June 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (#15) (21 Oct 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (#16) (10 Feb 2024)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (#17) (8 June 2024)

HELL’S FURY MC: BLUE (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 9)

HELL’S FURY MC: BLUE (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 9)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

VOTED ONE OF THE 50 BEST INDIE BOOKS OF 2021

Length: 82,000 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date 8 August 2021

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When Blue is ripped out of the only world she’s ever known by the Hell’s Fury MC, she’s anything but grateful. For years, she and her twin Romulus have been forced to fight underground matches for the Death’s Head MC. Suspicious of the men who rescued her from their abusive handlers, the she-wolf shifter thinks the bikers are after something. Especially the tall, dark, handsome one with heat-filled eyes who can’t seem to leave her alone.

Maverick has observed the beautiful warrior every fight he’s seen her in. After rescuing her from captivity, he discovers a woman filled with distrust and hidden pain. When an intimate encounter triggered by her wolf side forges an unexpected bond between them, he recognizes too late that Blue is his fated mate.

The trouble is, Blue wants nothing to do with him. Hoping to win her over, Maverick intends to rescue Romulus after his next fight. He doesn’t know that Blue intends to free her twin brother sooner. With trouble brewing, it will take more than a prayer to come out alive.

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue is an enemies-to-lovers MC romance with adult situations and potential triggers, written for Ages 18+.

Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two features members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. This book can be read as a standalone, but your reading pleasure will be enhanced if you’ve read the first two books of Season Two, Dangerous Curves and Rory.

Excerpt 1 (PG):

The doctor turned his back while she got dressed. With nothing else to wear, Blue slipped into the sweat pants Maverick had loaned her and his shirt.

Not wanting to appear feeble, she walked to the door on trembling legs only to fall when Doc opened it for her. Bracing herself to hit the floor, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her instead.

Not Doc.

Maverick.

He’d moved so fast, she’d barely seen it. Protesting when he scooped her up into his arms, she wasn’t surprised when he ignored her growls.

“What’s going on?” Maverick demanded to know.

“Blue wants to return to the basement,” the doctor informed him. “And I think it’s for the best.”

The biker’s brow furrowed. “But…”

“Basement,” she snarled, refusing to stay in his room any longer.

Pressing his lips together in annoyance, he didn’t say another word as he carried her along the corridor.

Blue was finding it hard to breathe. Maverick smelled so different than the males she was used to. No booze or tobacco smoke clinging to his skin. He didn’t reek of sweat or sex. He was all cedar and sage and clean, manly musk. She’d gotten a double whammy of it earlier when he draped his Dread Monkeys hooded jacket over her shoulders to keep her from cooling down too fast. And a triple whammy when he’d swept her up in his arms just now to carry her back to her cell.

With her nose buried in his neck and her inner wolf panting, it was all she could do not to lick him and see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

Blue whimpered in her sleep, struggling under the blanket, her face creased with a look of distress. Talking about the way she’d been pimped out might have made memories surface that she needed to process and release. Not that it was ever comfortable, but the spell he could weave with his voice might let it happen quickly and easily instead of being a long and painful ordeal.

He began humming to the music, coming to stand beside the bed, adding more of his true voice until he saw Blue respond to it. She settled down, went still, and then the unexpected happened. Her inner wolf emerged, her animal instincts taking over. Reaching for him, she grabbed his dick through his jeans and started rubbing it like Aladdin’s lamp.

Maverick groaned and captured her wrist, but his action earned him a snarl. Before he could blink, Blue had him tugged down onto the mattress with her on top of him. Her skin was slick with sweat and her muscles trembled with withdrawal. Straddling his hips and pinning him to the mattress, she pressed her nose into the crook of his neck and breathed deeply, inhaling his scent.

Freezing, he let her sniff him, feeling the bite of her claws at his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. “It’s okay,” he crooned softly, hoping to appeal to her inner beast. “You’re safe.”

Maverick shuddered when he felt the swipe of her tongue against his skin. Nuzzling his cheek, she flexed her fingers, her claws shredding his shirt. It was only his split-second decision to do a partial shift that saved him from getting slashed. Ripping the material, she bared his muscled chest to her searching hands.

“Blue…” His voice was a husky warning when she reached for his belt.

The eyes that stared down at him were predatory and fierce. She wasn’t in control. Whatever change his voice had triggered, her wolf was in the driving seat and horny as hell.

Trailing her tongue down his abs, she made short work of his belt, yanking down his jeans and underwear.

He had to stop this. Blue wasn’t in control. The thought evaporated when her fingers curled around his cock and her mouth swallowed the end.

Holy Mother-Father. He’d had his fair share of blowjobs in his long life, but nothing like this. The feel of her sucking on his dick was overloading his senses.

Maybe it was because her wolf was in charge. Whatever the reason, Maverick found himself unable to stop her. Licking, teasing, bobbing her head up and down, she kept him on edge until he was ready to explode.

When she suddenly stopped, he cried out in disbelief.

Scooting off him, Blue tore off her clothes and crawled across the bed on all fours, turning to lift her ass in the air.

Maverick stared at the perfect rounded globes. Her wolf wanted to be mounted. Unable to resist the instincts surging through his body, he rose onto his knees. Shoving a hand between her legs, he stroked the wetness there, making her writhe and whimper before him.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t,” he rumbled, trying to cling to some thread of common sense.

She didn’t know what she was doing. Wasn’t in control of herself—and he was supposed to be looking after her. When he went to take his hand away, Blue snarled in impatience. Grinding backward, she pressed her ass into his groin. The touch was electric, sending a current along his spine, straight through his brain, unleashing a primitive need to claim.

One hand on her hip, Maverick thrust forward, taking her in one hard lunge. A howl of pleasure left her lips, and it was all he could do to contain his own.

Pumping into her slowly, he set a building rhythm that she responded to beautifully. Fisting her hair, he rode her, every sound of pleasure she made urging him on. He didn’t understand why her wolf was submitting to him, but he wasn’t going to question it. Not while he was balls-deep inside her.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE:

Morgan (#1) http://mybook.to/GH1 (19 Oct 2019)

Casey (#2) http://mybook.to/GH2 (13 Mar 2020). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2020.

Raven (#3) http://mybook.to/GH3 (8 Aug 2020)

Riley (#4) http://mybook.to/GH4 (12 Sept 2020)

Darcy (#5) http://mybook.to/GH5 (23 Oct 2020)

Sam (#6) http://mybook.to/GH6 (2 Jan 2021)

Ash (#7) http://mybook.to/AshGH7 (7 Mar 2021)

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON TWO/HELL’S FURY MC:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (#7.5 prequel) https://books2read.com/TwistedSteel (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (#8) http://mybook.to/RoryGH8 (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (#9) (8 Aug 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (#10) (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (#11) (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (#12) (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (#13) (11 Feb 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (#14) (10 June 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (#15) (21 Oct 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (#16) (10 Feb 2024)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (#17) (8 June 2024)

HELL’S FURY MC: RORY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 8)

HELL’S FURY MC: RORY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 8)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

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Release Date, May 1, 2021

A single mother is confronted by the lover she was forced to leave behind.

Rory has made a new life for herself since escaping the Death’s Head MC sex slave ring. Her company is global, her baby boy is a blessing, and her best friend is her housemate. Haunted by memories of a traumatic past, she’s shocked when she comes face to face with the biker who saved her, the man she was forced to leave behind. Desperate to protect herself and the secrets she’s kept hidden, she pushes Quake away.

For over a year, Quake hasn’t been able to forget the beautiful redheaded shifter who slipped through his fingers. But the passion they’d shared has turned into nothing but cold, hard embers. While visiting New York, the Hell’s Fury MC enforcer stumbles across her picture on the internet and manages to track her down. The reunion isn’t anything like he’s dreamed. Rory is different, distant, and living a new life.

When her baby is kidnapped, Rory learns her past isn’t as buried as she’d hoped. Suddenly, the Death’s Head MC threatens all that she holds dear. Catapulted into a world she’d once escaped, Rory must fight to save herself and her child.

Feeling responsible for not killing the Death’s Head MC President, Khan, as he’d promised, Quake offers the Hell’s Fury MC to help find Rory’s son. Forced to put aside their differences and work together, he quickly learns that the chemistry between them is still there. When events take a twisted turn and fate reveals its hand, Quake realizes that there’s more at stake than either of them could have imagined.

Rory is a second-chance, secret-baby erotic MC romance with adult situations and potential triggers, written for Ages 18+.

Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two features members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Quake and Rory’s story begins in Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel), part of the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021. Rory can be enjoyed as a standalone, but your experience will be enhanced by reading their back story first.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE:

Morgan (#1) http://mybook.to/GH1 (19 Oct 2019)

Casey (#2) http://mybook.to/GH2 (13 Mar 2020). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2020.

Raven (#3) http://mybook.to/GH3 (8 Aug 2020)

Riley (#4) http://mybook.to/GH4 (12 Sept 2020)

Darcy (#5) http://mybook.to/GH5 (23 Oct 2020)

Sam (#6) http://mybook.to/GH6 (2 Jan 2021)

Ash (#7) http://mybook.to/AshGH7 (7 Mar 2021)

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON TWO/HELL’S FURY MC:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (#7.5 prequel) https://books2read.com/TwistedSteel (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (#8) http://mybook.to/RoryGH8 (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (#9) (8 Aug 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (#10) (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (#11) (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (#12) (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (#13) (11 Feb 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (#14) (10 June 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (#15) (21 Oct 2023)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (#16) (10 Feb 2024)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (#17) (8 June 2024)

Excerpt 1 (PG):

“What’s up, Rory?  You sound weird.”

“I’ve got to tell you, it’s kind of freaking me out.  I just left work, and Quake was there.  He found me.  I don’t know how, but he knows about me.  My business…”

“But not what matters most,” Sydney reminded her firmly.  “Just get your ass home.  We’ll figure something out.  As soon as we get off, I’m going to call Guy Marsden.  I’d have him intercept you, but you’ll be home before he can escort you back.  I’ll let him know he’s on the clock starting now.”

Guy Marsden owned a personal security business.  They used his services when they made a public appearance at fashion or trade shows, premieres, or other events.  Usually, Guy himself accompanied them.  From the furtive looks and admiring glances he slid Sydney’s way, she guessed that his interest was personal, not just professional.  To his credit, he kept things strictly business while he was on duty.  The trouble was, she didn’t know how long they’d need his services.

Quake was the club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC outside Las Vegas, Nevada.  He was probably in town for another fight, the same as last year. 

She’d sent him a Dear John text the morning he’d flown back.

He was still angry after a year.  Knowing him, he wouldn’t let it go.  Not until he had answers that satisfied him.  Rory wasn’t ready to explain anything to him.  It was one of the reasons she’d left Nevada and never returned.  Seeing him again brought the past flooding back—the good and the bad.

By the time she reached the house, she was on the verge of a panic attack.  The security guard waved her through the gate as usual when he recognized her.  Pulling up in front of the house, she switched off the engine and loosened her grip on the steering wheel.  The November air hit her when she opened the door, and suddenly, she was back in the pit in the desert, cold, alone, and hurting.  Rory could hear the jackals taunting her, their hands pawing at her body—

“Rory?  It’s okay.  Just breathe, sweetie.  I’m here.  It’s going to be okay.”

Cracking her eyes open, she realized Sydney was standing beside her, wearing a worried expression.  Baby Quinn was in her arms, bundled in a blanket as she rocked him gently.

“Sorry,” Rory croaked, licking her dry lips.  “I… was having…”

“A flashback,” her best friend sighed.  “You haven’t had one of those in six months.  Did you shift?”

“No, thank the goddess,” she quickly assured her, shuddering at the thought of her uncontrolled transformations after she was abducted. “Quake…, seeing him brought everything back…  Shit, you’re cold.  Let’s get inside.”

Exiting the car, she walked with Sydney into the house.  Instead of going into the living room where Quinn had all his baby stuff, she headed for the basement.

They’d installed a specially designed cell in case her little problem ever returned.  A shifter who was unstable was not safe to be around.  Rory had attacked and killed when she was ambushed by the Death’s Head MC.  Her maned wolf form had emerged and slaughtered the jackal shifters, but she had no recollection of it.  What followed had been a terrifying time for her.  Unable to control what had always been natural, she’d agreed to go into rehab until her psychiatrist could figure out what was going on.

Dr. Steele had helped her get back in command of her body.  The thought of losing herself again was even more frightening than having to face Quake.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood for long, painful moments, battling her fears, bolstering her courage.  The doorbell sounded, and she raced upstairs, praying it wasn’t the Hell’s Fury Enforcer. 

Sydney answered, holding three-month-old Quinn on her hip and standing back to let Guy Marsden in.

“Ladies,” he greeted them, the telltale bulge of his shoulder holster evident beneath his jacket.  Guy reached out and tickled Quinn’s cheek, earning a toothless grin.  “Hey! How’s my boy?” he cooed.  “Christ, he’s getting big!  What have you been feeding him?”

Rory couldn’t answer, not once she’d looked past Guy’s shoulder and spied Quake’s face across the street.

Sydney saw him, too, and ran interference.  “Don’t just stand there, handsome.  Come on in, and you and this little man can play to your heart’s content,” she gushed, knowing Quake was listening.  Hell, with those gargoyle ears, he might even hear them once they closed the door.

Rory’s day just went from bad to worse.  Quake knew where they lived.  There was no more hiding from him now.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

Rory followed Quake upstairs and showed him where Quinn’s little swim trunks were.  Diaper bag packed, he started downstairs, headed for the coat closet and the blacked-out SUV they’d given him to drive.

As soon as she heard the front door close, she closed the door to her bedroom, flipped on the soundtrack from Fifty Shades of Grey, stripped off her clothes,and pulled her newest toy from its box, marveling at how close she’d come to replicating Quake’s perfection.  As wet as she was, she could probably have done without lube but she used it anyway, greasing up the sex toy and wiping the excess between her legs.  Lying back on her bed, she spread her legs, parted her folds, found her opening, and began working it inside her, stretching her tissue, reminding herself that she’d handled him, and remembering how deliciously they’d fit.  In, out, harder, deeper.  Memories surfaced of the hot tub and her upstairs suite.  The air mattress in a veterinarian’s basement.  Quake’s bed in his cadre’s clubhouse.

She’d begged him to take her, urging him on.

“Fuck me.  Fuck me, Quake,” she whispered, driving in deep and twisting her nipple to send herself hurtling over the edge.

She was still panting when she heard it—a sound in the hall.

“Shh,” a male voice exhorted.  “Not now, little man.”

Quinn’s answering laugh made her breath seize in her chest.  Quake was here.  Quake had heard her.  And there was nothing she could say to explain it away.

And that’s when she felt it again, another orgasm building with the dildo shoved in her pussy and her fingers pinching her tit.  Quake hummed loud enough he knew she’d hear him.  Know that he was the one giving her a second orgasm.  Not the dildo.  Not her memories.  That gargoyle voice of his. As it hit her in a crashing wave, Rory arched her back against the mattress with a little cry.

“Oh, man, Quinn.  Again?  Wasn’t one poopy diaper enough?”

Rory’s eyes snapped open and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.  Movement in her equaled orgasms.  Her son’s reaction to Quake’s voice registered in his bowels.  It was ludicrous.  Ridiculous.  Too damn funny.

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LASSIE, COME HOME

LASSIE COME HOME

by Ree L. Diehl

Release Date 31 December 2020

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In Edinburgh at Hogmanay, cultures will collide….

Highland athlete Ross Carmichael is a mountain of a man and more than most women can handle. American Nora Taylor isn’t put off by his size, and she loves that he wears a kilt.

Now if she can just see what’s underneath it…

Lassie, Come Home is a 5,000-word erotic romantic comedy short story first appearing in A Curvy Christmas Anthology.  Written for Ages 18+.

Beta Reader Dawn Martin-Smith: I find it incredible that you have such a way with words, that under a different nom de plume the stories are so different. Nia, I love Ree L Diehl’s stories.  They are short, sweet and fucking hot!

Excerpt:

He’d given thought to what he had to offer a woman, let alone one as beautiful as she was.  His size intimidated most that he met.  Under a bit of paunch, he had enough muscle to tip the scale at three hundred twenty-five pounds and rank in the top ten of any Highland games that he competed in.

He was a mountain of a man.  Lucky for him, she was an avid climber.

After connecting online, he’d managed to talk her into visiting Scotland.  Now that she was here, he hoped that he could get her to stay.

Given her interests, he could tempt her with Harry Potter places, dangle castles and historic sites, and offer to guide her on a number of walking tours.  Today’s weather would have been perfect for it.  With temperatures hovering at fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the average tourist required no more than a light jacket or shawl.  Aussies wore winter coats, and braw souls from Northern climes sported bare legs and arms.

Ross gripped himself under the table and imagined pinning her to the wall of the lavvie and banging her senseless.

Christ.

He couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

BY GEORGE

BY GEORGE

by Nia Farrell

Length: 5,690 words. Release Date 12 December 2020.

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Musician George Elliott is in rehab, recovering from the car accident that nearly killed him. So far he’s beaten the odds, learning to walk and talk again (even if it’s with a stutter). He’s on the autism spectrum and struggles with PTSD whenever there’s a change—and everything is new to his injured, amnesiac brain.

He doesn’t know where his home is. He can’t remember what it’s like to be with a woman, but he very much wants to when he starts sessions with music therapist Carole West.

Plus-sized George finds himself falling hard and fast for a beautiful woman he doesn’t think he can have. But it’s Christmas season. In this short story inspired by the classic holiday film It’s a Wonderful Life, miracles do happen.

Originally part of A Curvy Holiday charity anthology, By George is a heart-warming BBM romance with a heat level of four, written for Ages 18+.

Beta reader Dawn Martin-Smith “God Nia, I don’t know how you do it. The story of George is absolutely fantastic. I had tears in my eyes pretty much from the get go. Your talent is incredible.”

Excerpt:

George felt his breath seize and fought the anxiety that made his chest tighten and his heart race. He’d never had panic attacks before the accident (or so he’d been told). Any change carried the threat of one—which sucked—because everything was new to his injured, amnesiac brain.

Tina rapped on the door.

“Come in.”

The voice that answered was as rich as dark chocolate and as sultry as a summer night. Tina opened the door, revealing a wall of musical instruments on the left. To the right, an electric keyboard sat by a set of shelves lined with drums and percussion. On the far side of the room sat the source of the voice, a beautiful blonde with a soft smile and compassionate eyes as blue as the azure sky.

“Hi, George,” she said, rising from her office chair and rounding her desk to greet him. “Do you know who I am?”

Should he?

Anxiety clawed at his chest, tearing ragged holes in his breath.

“That’s okay, George,” she quickly assured him. “My name is Carole. Carole West. Can you say it?”

“Cuh-Cuh-Ca-rrrole W-Wuh-Wuh-WWWest,” he managed, cursing his stutter that the accident hadn’t taken with his memory, damn it all.

She beamed at him like a teacher with a prize pupil. “Very good, George! Now, come on in. Have a seat. I have some things I want to show you, and then we’re going to try some fun things that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Carole looked at Tina. “Thanks for showing him down. I’ll buzz you when we’re through.”

The door closed, shutting the two of them in together. George lowered himself into an empty armchair. Carole sat on the piano bench and looked at him sitting white-knuckled with nerves.

“Are you okay, George?” she asked, all solicitousness. “I know this is a break from your routine.”

Evidently, he was on the autism spectrum, too.

He hated that she knew it. He couldn’t hide his stutter but he’d become something of an actor, able to convince people that he was just like them.

“I’m f-f-fine,” he grunted, sounding sulky, regretting that he had too much going against him to interest anyone as lovely as her.

“Oh, George,” she sighed, blinking away the moisture that sprang into her eyes. “You’re here. You’re strong—stronger than you know. I want to show you something and hopefully give you some new goals to achieve.”

Rising, she picked up a remote control from her desk, aimed it at the DVD player, and pressed a button. A concert lit up the screen, starting with a shot of the guitarist’s hands, his fingers dancing over the strings, his soulful voice serenading the fans who’d come to see him perform.

The camera angle shifted, showing the audience. Carole was sitting in the front row with Tina.

“See anyone you know, George?” she asked, freezing the frame and trying to not grin.

“Th-th-that’s y-you,” he stuttered. “A-a-and T-Tina.”

“Correct!” She hit the play button. The camera panned left until it pointed back at the stage, passing over band members and background vocalists before focusing on the lead singer.

George clutched the arms of his chair and stared.

“I’ve been a fan of yours for years, George,” she said softly. “You don’t stutter when you sing because there’s music in your soul. I hope to help you find it again.”

SAM (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 6)

Sam: Guarded Hearts Book 6 by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell 

Length: 87,000 words. Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

Release Date, Jan 2, 2021.

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A psychic, an ex-priest, and two shifters walk into a bar… But it’s no laughing matter. All hell’s about to break loose.

Gael Fournier is harboring a secret—one that threatens to jeopardize his brothers at the Citadel and their fated mates. Broken, scarred, he refuses to open up to anyone, especially his partner Elijah.

Unwanted, Elijah Marley fights to break through to Gael anyway. Watching him from afar, nothing he does seems to pierce the wall around the Frenchman’s heart.

One chance meeting brings them face to face with their fated mate, Sam Henderson, a psychic medium who talks to the dead. Gael’s hostile reaction drives Elijah into the arms of another whose destiny is linked to theirs.

Angry, alone, Gael unknowingly walks into the clutches of the monster who’s been stalking him the whole time. After Elijah is unwittingly thrown into danger, too, it’s up to Sam and Father James Carver to race to the rescue of both men.

Not an easy task when their enemy is a vampire hell-bent on claiming and keeping what’s his….

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles need to be read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).

This story has potential triggers, including forced compliance. MMFM ménage erotic romance with MF, MM, and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE:

Morgan http://mybook.to/GH1 (19 Oct 2019)

Casey http://mybook.to/GH2 (13 Mar 2020)

Raven http://mybook.to/GH3 (8 Aug 2020)

Riley http://mybook.to/GH4 (12 Sept 2020)

Darcy http://mybook.to/GH5 (23 Oct 2020)

Sam http://mybook.to/GH6 (2 Jan 2021)

Ash (7 Mar 2021)

EXCERPT 1:

Grandma was at it again.

“Sammy, get that one to bend over for me, would you, hon, so I can check out those tight buns of his in those jeans?” she murmured.

Sam bit her lip and swallowed down her reply. She’d had plenty of weird looks when people thought she was talking to herself. No one could see Grandma. They only heard her one-sided conversation which made things awkward.

“Oh, yeah, come to Grandma,” the old woman crooned, circling around behind the men and eyeing their tushes.

Please don’t get handsy, Grandma, she mentally warned and hoped she was listening in. Bum pinching was Ellie Mae Henderson’s afterlife obsession. Okay. Sam would admit they were both drop-dead gorgeous. The blond had a broody, bad boy vibe going and the other one’s smile was bright and friendly. His eyes twinkled and there was something about him that made her warm all over. She really needed to get laid. It had been months since her last hook up. Not since North Carolina. Her grandmother’s inability to keep her hands to herself had ended every relationship she’d ever been in. Her longest had lasted a month until he’d gotten spooked. Once Grandma got grabby, it was goodbye, boyfriend.

“Come on, girl! Don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open. Charm these fine young men. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Play your cards right and you’ll have some dark and white meat in your bed tonight. If it makes you feel any better, I promise I won’t watch.”

Talk about killing the mood. Sam shook herself and focused on the men who’d come with Prince.

“I’m Sam,” she repeated. “And you are…?”

“Elijah Marley.” The handsome black man with the blinding smile had a Jamaican accent. He had his hands full holding the Irish wolfhound, who was straining to check out Gus.

She looked expectantly at the broody one, a tragic blond with a dark shroud clinging to his shoulders.

“Gael Fournier,” he clipped in a French accent, as unhappy to be here as Elijah was delighted.

She intuited that they were partners but they sure didn’t act like it. If they were in a committed relationship, it was on the rocks. She sensed a separation looming with a chance of a reunion. The future had yet to be determined. It would have to be both their choices to make things work. Otherwise they were doomed to fail.

Which was too bad. They really were a beautiful couple.

Sighing, she wished them well. Just her luck to attract two gay men. She seemed to have a knack for it.

“And this is Prince,” she hummed, dropping to her knees. Putting her hand beneath his muzzle, she looked him squarely in the eye. “They tell me that you’ve been chasing a cat. Want to tell me what that’s all about, hmm?”

In her mind’s eye, Sam saw a blanket that used to be the dog’s. Somehow the cat had gotten hold of it and hidden it.

“You need to help them find it,” Grandma told her. “Go on! Tell them what you saw! If anyone can handle your truth, it’s these boys. Trust me.”

Sam lifted her chin and met their gazes, shifting hers back and forth between the two of them.

“The cat—Gibbs?” she asked Prince, double-checking what she thought he said. “Prince says that Gibbs stole his blanket. He’s only been trying to get it back. The cat’s hiding it somewhere on the property. If you like, Gus and I can do a search-and-rescue…, help find it and restore peace in the household. I’m afraid Prince isn’t going to stop until he gets it back. He barely tolerated the cat before this. He seriously dislikes him now. Sneaky thief, he says. And my precious. Dear Lord. He says he likes Lord of the Rings on movie night. This is one seriously fine animal you have.”

Gael remained stonily silent, eyeing her with suspicion. He wouldn’t trust easily. There were scars on his soul that might never heal.

Elijah looked at her in wonder. “You are a conjure woman, yes?” he asked. “You see things. Hear things.”

Gael curled his lip and made a scoffing sound.

Sam refused to apologize for her gifts. “I don’t do spellwork,” she told them. “I don’t intentionally conjure things, but I do hear them. Spirits. Animals. Trees. My grandmother. She’s gone but she’s still very much with me. My gifts are what let Gus and I be such a successful search-and-rescue team. When the trail goes cold, I can point him in the right direction until he picks it up again. Look, I know this is as unconventional a class as what you could imagine, but I’m happy to give you a refund. I just want to help Prince find his blanket. And I’ll have a talk with Gibbs while I’m at it. Hopefully, he’ll see the error of his ways. With cats, it’s hard to say. Too many of them remember when they were worshiped as gods.”

“Yes!” Elijah agreed excitedly. “We would be honored with your presence and help in our home.”

Gael’s jaw tightened but he didn’t say a word. The look in his eyes, though, spoke volumes. He didn’t believe a word she was saying—or at least he refused to.

“Great!” Sam replied, brightly ignoring the cold blue eyes directed at her and Grandma’s satisfied smirk. “Let’s start the lesson and then we can work out when I can come over.”

Prince turned out to be a good listener. Full of energy with a boisterous nature, he loved to play. Gus was a good influence on him. Well-trained and patient, her partner helped to show the younger dog what he was supposed to do. By the time the lesson was up, Prince and Elijah both were more confident with each other. Unlike Gael, who hung at the back of the room like a storm cloud. He hadn’t attempted to interact. Instead, he’d watched and silently judged.

“That one’s a project.” Grandma commented, eyeing the Frenchman. “He needs someone to take him in hand.”

Sam’s traitorous thoughts slid to a certain part of his anatomy she would love to take in hand. From the way he filled out his jeans, he wasn’t short or small in that department. Feeling her cheeks heat in a blush, she shook herself. Holy Batman, what was she thinking?

Although Elijah could be the actor Henry Cavill’s crotch double if there was such a thing. Her attention settled on the Jamaican’s natural endowment. The ridge in his pants reached to the side of his hip. It looked like he was housing an anaconda down there and growing by the second the more she watched.

“Oh, child,” Grandma chuckled. “Just wait until you unwrap it. It’s going to be like Christmas Day come early!”

Sam choked on the breath she’d just inhaled. They’re gay. She could sense a connection between them and her gift never failed.

Although, they could be bi…

“Bi,” Grandma confirmed, then sang it like NSYNC. “Bi, bi, bi…”

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EXCERPT 2:

Sam and James walked to where the path divided, one side heading for the chapel, the other winding its way through the gardens.  The property was softly lit from the glow of security lights that reached some of the flagstone walk.  She let Gus mark a tree, wrapped his lead securely around her hand, and told him, “Find Grandma.”

Gus took off toward the back of the chapel.  The spirit of Ellie Mae Henderson was walking the labyrinth, singing, “Follow the yellow brick road,” and spouting quotes from The Wizard of Oz and Airplane!

“It’s a twister!  It’s a twister!  Don’t call me Shirley!”

“What should I call you, then?” Sam whispered, not knowing if there were other ears around.  James was in the chapel but Gael was missing.  He could be out here somewhere, moping in the dark.

“Nope,” Grandma told her, reading her mind again.  “There’s no one here but me, myself, and I—and now you and Gus and that good-looking man of the cloth on his knees in the chapel.  You should check on him, Sam.  Father James is in a world of hurt right now.  He’s used to being the rock for everyone else, but he needs to feel an anchor, too, even if it’s the weight of a therapy dog.”

Sam had to hand it to Grandma.  She hadn’t considered offering the comfort that Gus could provide someone.  How many times had she seen him go to someone upset, someone in mourning, and accept their hugs and tears?  “All right,” she said.  “We’ll go.  Will you stay here or are you coming in?”

Her late grandmother didn’t skip a beat.  “I’ll stay here,” she chirped.  “I’m still looking to catch me an elf—or a leprechaun!  They’ve got ‘em, mark my words!”

If that’s what her grandmother believed, Sam wasn’t about to try and dissuade her, especially if it kept her out here and away from James.

Sam led Gus to the door of the chapel and stopped just outside it, wondering whether or not she should take him in.  James might benefit from some pet therapy, but her instincts told her that he needed the human touch more.  The comfort and support of an understanding, nonjudgmental soul might make all the difference to him right now.

Slipping inside, she spied James in the second row of pews, kneeling in prayer with his head bowed over his hands clasping the back of the seat in front of him.

His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.  She could feel his anguish from here.

Tying Gus to the coat rack in the back, she walked softly to the front, making just enough noise to let him know he wasn’t alone.  She didn’t want to startle him when she slipped into the pew beside him and placed a healing hand over his back heart chakra.

“He’s going to be alright,” she promised, as certain of that as she was of anything right now.

“It’s my fault,” James choked out.  “If I hadn’t gotten greedy.  If I’d only stayed… By the time I saw what was going on, it was too late.”

“You were there when he needed you to be.  If they’d taken you down first, there’d have been no one to intervene.  You saved him, James.  I was there, too, remember?”

Straightening in his seat, he swiveled his head to meet her gaze.  In the thin light of the room, she could see the sheen of tears on his skin.  Finding the bottom of her broomstick skirt, she raised her hem and dried his face.

“As for what happened before… you were needy, not greedy,” she said softly.  “We all have needs.  There’s no judgment here.  Elijah sees the same things in you that I do.  You’re a good man.  A strong man.  An honorable man.  Someone he can connect with in a way that he doesn’t seem to with Gael.  I’m worried about him,” she confessed.  “Something doesn’t feel right, but I don’t know what it is and my guides aren’t saying anything.”

He looked at her, puzzlement in his eyes as he tried to sort out what she was saying.

“Who are you?”  His voice was thick with emotion, his mind full of questions.

“Someone you’ve known before.  In other lifetimes.  Other places.  Tell me you don’t feel it, too.”

He blinked, trying to clear his vision.  “I don’t totally discount the idea of reincarnation, given that it’s referenced in the Bible, but I’ve never… I mean, I don’t see how…”

“You’re only shown what’s allowed when it’s time,” she explained.  “Maybe one day you’ll remember—or maybe not at all.  Because of my mission, I’m allowed to recall more than most.  I’m a psychic medium.  And you, Sir, are a very old soul.  It’s nice to meet you again.”

Hopefully, things would be better for them this time.  She sensed that their last lifetime together didn’t end well.  The longer they were together, the stronger the impressions Sam was receiving.  Why he felt so familiar was now making sense.

“I wish…”  She stopped herself before she said too much.  She wished that she’d found him first.  Wished that they’d found Elijah together.  In her mind’s eye, she could see the three of them happy and in love.

The kind of love they’d shared before, despite the laws, despite society and family and religious institutions.  She sensed they’d risked everything once.

What about now?

Throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her hand and cupped the side of the ex-priest’s face, learning the feel of him.  The warmth of his skin.  The short thatch of beard.  Leaning forward, she slipped her hand behind his head and urged him closer, lifting her forehead to press against his.  They stayed like that for long, soul-searching minutes, sharing each other’s breaths, struggling not to overanalyze but to accept.

James heaved a cleansing breath, letting go, releasing the shackles of guilt that had bound him.  Sensing it, she rewarded him with the soft brush of her lips on his, a tentative kiss, not demanding a response.

He went still, locked in an internal struggle.  Thanks to her actions, he faced a moral dilemma.  What was right?  What was fair?  Different races.  Different backgrounds.  Different genders.

What about Elijah?

Sam kissed him again, needing him to see what she did, that whatever had sparked between them was worth pursuing.  She teased the seam of his lips, probing his defenses, not letting up until he’d surrendered to the moment.

Surrendered to her.

Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he finally took control and kissed her back.

Hallelujah.

Sam swore she heard a chorus of angels singing hosannas and smiled.