GAME.SET.MATCH. SUPERHERO TRILOGY

Game.Set.Match. is an adult superhero trilogy from USA Today best-selling author Nia Farrell. Fictional Traverse City, Illinois, is home to the Legends League of superheroes and the villainous Traverse City Cartel. The archvillains and superheroes are careful to keep their identities secret, but thanks to a clueless friend, the lines are about to blur between one crusader and his nemesis.

The story centers on superhero Red Flyer (aka spy novelist Oliver Thomas), the villainous Dark Obsession (aka musician Derrick Michaels), and local bookstore owner Anastasia Kent.  Misinterpreting the looks the two men constantly give each other, Ana believes they’re fighting a mutual attraction and decides to play matchmaker.

Let the games begin.

Books in the Game.Set.Match. trilogy:

GAME (Book 1). Oliver and Anastasia.  The beginning of their relationship (a story ending in HFN) will be part of the Renegade Siege: Superhero Legacy adult anthology out January 21, 2023, from AMR Publishing. The novella will be expanded to a full-length novel for single title release.

SET (Book 2). Anastasia and Derrick.

MATCH (Book 3). An eventual and uneasy MMF ménage with Derrick, Oliver, and Anastasia.

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 73,137 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date February 12, 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 unfortunate 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. While the book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in Guarded Hearts Season Two is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Book 7.5). Written for Ages 18+.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. While this book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in the Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Order of the Dragon Book 1).

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Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse 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 him ache with need.  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.

THE CAST OF HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

Check out Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon (Hell’s Fury MC) at Amazon (free with KU). Book 3 in this series was voted The 50 Best Indie Books of the 2021.

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout  (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

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.”

 

 

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!

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HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 1)

 

 

HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 1)

by USA Today Bestselling Authors Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 49,315 words

Cover by Crystal Visions

Single Title Release Date November 6, 2021

 

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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?

Quake and Magenta’s story concludes in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 2). This story ends with a cliffhanger and has adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

Leaning forward, she palmed one pec and bit his other nipple, licking the hurt away.

“Magenta,” he hissed a warning above her head, releasing her arm and fisting her hair.

The feel of it made her breathless with anticipation of what would happen next. Normally, it was the other way around.

She had that effect on men.

“You’re welcome,” she quipped. She hadn’t made him finish, and he hadn’t actually thanked her, but his look spoke volumes. The man was smitten with her. Too bad he couldn’t afford her.

But tonight was off the clock. Her time, not his dime. If she wanted fuck his brains out, Madam Belle couldn’t stop her. Not if she wanted to keep her around, and she did. Magenta was her top draw. A money-making machine.

Tonight, though, she just wanted to be Rory. To be with someone of her choosing.

To be with Quake.

“Stay…?” she asked him. “I’d feel safer if you did. I know you’ll protect me…, won’t you?”

A callused hand cradled her face. His dark eyes were enigmatic.

“Please?” she whispered, prepared to beg him if that’s what it took.

He searched her gaze, looking for answers to questions unknown, trying to figure out what was happening between them. She couldn’t deny that she felt it, too. Something indefinable. Remarkable. Foreign and yet strangely familiar.

An attachment a whore couldn’t afford to feel.

Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow, she’d exorcise it. Rid herself of it. Erase the memory of his touch and forget that tonight ever happened. Madam Belle had just what she needed to do it. But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, she wanted Quake.

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 4)

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.

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES (free with KU):

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

HELL’S FURY MC: BLUE (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 3)

 

HELL’S FURY MC: BLUE (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 3)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

VOTED ONE OF THE 50 BEST INDIE BOOKS OF 2021

Length: 82,852 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 in fights that he’s attended. 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.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. While this book centers on the two main characters, reading the previous books in the Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Order of the Dragon Book 1).

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Excerpt 1 (PG):

The doctor turned his back while she got dressed. With nothing else to wear, Blue slipped into the sweatpants 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.

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES (free with KU):

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

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.

ENEMY MINE

ENEMY MINE

by Nia Farrell

Length 11,681 words

Originally part of With Love from New Orleans anthology (May 2019).

Single Title Release Date June 6, 2020

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It’s been a horrible day for Ophelia Delacroix in Union-occupied New Orleans. Orphaned, destitute, and responsible for a younger sister and their servant, she’s just been offered a job at an upscale bordello that requires wearing a wig and being called “Pearl.” Accosted as she leaves her interview, she is saved by Federal Cavalry officer Henry Sharp, who offers to escort her safely home.

Ophelia does not correct the second lieutenant’s belief that she is already a high-class prostitute working for Madame Beauvais. That will be true enough tomorrow. Tonight, though, she has a choice and agrees to let Henry buy her—plus extras—for the night. She has no idea what the dominant officer will ask of her.

They’ll learn each other’s secrets soon enough.

War makes strange bedfellows. Henry’s not complaining. This officer is about to discover that his very ungentlemanly offer has bought him much more than he bargained for.

Enemy Mine is the past life of the ghost in Slow Burn by Nia Farrell (http://mybook.to/SlowBurn). An erotic historical BDSM romance written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt from Enemy Mine by Nia Farrell:

Ophelia unlocked her front door and opened it wide. Sally had lit a betty lamp and left it in the foyer. The smell of burning pot liquor reminded her that she couldn’t afford candles or kerosene. Poverty served to steel her resolve.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

“Come in,” she said blithely. Stepping inside with his coat still around her shoulders, she gave him no choice but to follow. She breathed a little easier when he took off his hat and hung it on the hall tree by the entrance. Surely he wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t intending to stay. “May I offer you something to drink? Water? Whiskey? Wine?”

They had nothing as fancy as fresh lemonade, but she was willing to break out her late father’s last bottle of anything if that’s what Henry wanted.

He smiled softly. “No, thank you.” His gaze fell on her father’s portrait. Taken in his uniform, it was draped in the black crepe of mourning.

Henry looked at his hat, probably questioning the wisdom of entering a Confederate household. “I should get going,” he murmured. “I need to write a full report on tonight. Once again, I apologize for the indignities that you suffered.”

Ophelia wrapped her arms around herself and breathed deeply, immersing herself in Henry’s scent. Reluctantly, she shrugged off his frock coat. Gripping it by the back of the collar, she held it out in silent offering.

He looked at it for a long, telling moment.

When he reached for it, she was slow in letting go.

“Stay,” she whispered.

He sliced a concerned glance at the stairs.

“They’re asleep,” she assured him. “My sister and our maid. We’re all that’s left.”

She felt her throat grow tight with tears and swallowed her grief for everyone that she’d loved and lost. Her parents. Her brothers.

Her fiancé.

Henry pulled on his coat, a long, slow tug that made her lean so far into him, it felt like she was falling.

“I’m not like him,” he murmured.

No, he was night-and-day different from Jefferson. Her fiancé had been a college-educated scholar and an armchair historian. He taught rhetoric and believed in the right of states to choose their destiny. He’d supported secession and had answered the call to arms.

He’d died of cholera without ever seeing a battle.

Henry had fought his way here. Fort Donaldson. Shiloh.  Vicksburg. Raymond. When Farragut’s fleet had slipped past New Orleans and the Confederate troops had withdrawn, there was nothing left to stop the Federal advance but women, children, and men who were too rich, ill, or old to fight.

New Orleans had fallen without a shot.

“How much for the night?”

His question was another reminder of how very different Henry was from Jefferson. Her fiancé had finally kissed her cheek when he’d bid her adieu and boarded the train with his men.

Henry would do more than kiss her.

His question was another reminder of how very different Henry was from Jefferson. Her fiancé had finally kissed her cheek when he’d bid her adieu and boarded the train with his men.

Henry would do more than kiss her.

Ophelia felt her face grow flush. “Five dollars,” she guessed. Madame Beauvais’s elite clientele paid two dollars for a tryst, double the going rate. Surely five dollars for an entire night was not too much to ask.

He looked at the primitive lamp that they were forced to use. With no coin to spare for candles, they were reduced to burning grease saved from cooking and fish oil when they could get it. The foyer currently smelled of bacon and ham. It was pleasant, at least, compared to some of the drippings they used.

“Five dollars,” he nodded slowly.

Well, that was easy enough.

She released the breath that she’d been unconsciously holding.

Just when she considered their bargain struck, Henry upped his game, asking, “And what if I want more?”

More?

Anything was possible, she supposed.

“Then we’ll talk,” she said. If tonight went well, hopefully, he would want more. If he wanted much more… if they could come to an understanding and agree to exclusivity, she might not have to prostitute herself with other men.

The thought gave her hope.

Henry took his coat and nodded. “Lead the way.” His voice had grown deeper, hoarser. His whole body seemed to vibrate, pulsing with desire.

Picking up the betty lamp, she lifted the front of her skirt and preceded him up the stairs.

Sally slept in the servants’ quarters behind the kitchen. Juliette’s door was closed when they passed it. Ophelia’s room was at the far end of the hall. The other rooms housed only the ghosts of those who’d gone before.

Henry looked around her comfortably furnished space and nodded his approval. She liked order and kept things tidy, allowing herself two books at a time from the library, otherwise, she would be drowning in them. Before the war, she had considered becoming a governess, teaching needlework, watercolors, and literature to young, impressionable minds. Juliette was all that was left to her. Whatever she did now, she did for her.

She would see that her little sister kept her innocence, whatever the cost.

Ophelia shut the door behind them and turned the key.

She left it in place. Her guest would need it, should he wish to let himself out.

Henry spread his frockcoat on the back of a chair. Removing his embroidered leather gloves, he laid them on the seat. His nimble fingers untied his cravat. Reaching for the buttons of his waistcoat, he slipped them through the linen-bound holes. When the two sides fell free, he shrugged it off. Removing his pocket watch and setting it on the bedside table, he added his vest to his spindled valet.

Unbuckling his leathers, he hung his gun and sword off the chair back, draping one belt over each corner. She watched with rapt attention when he unwound the red officer’s sash and unbuttoned the placket of his shirt.

Her mouth went dry at the tantalizing glimpse of his manly chest. She licked her lips, feeling suddenly very thirsty.

“Are you certain that you don’t want some water?” she croaked, wondering how he could be so calm when something so momentous was about to happen. But his seamless motions were like the smooth surface of a lake where danger lurked in the deep. She glimpsed it first when he pinned her with his gaze, unfastened the belt that held his pants, doubled it, and weighed it in his hand.

“What do I get for my money?” he asked. Fishing a five-dollar piece from his pocket, he laid it on her washstand.

His query caught her off-guard. She didn’t know how to answer him except with another question. “What is it that you want?”

Henry chuffed and angled his head. There was an intensity about his face that was arresting. Mesmerizing. When he spoke, his words seemed tinged with regret.

“Probably more than you’re willing to give.”

Ophelia searched his gaze, wondering what he meant by that singularly cryptic remark. She appreciated that he was being forthright, but his frankness was disturbing because of the questions it raised.

She was rattled to think just how little she knew about this man.

Determined to not show her unease, she lifted her chin with false bravado. “Technically speaking, I’m not giving you anything, not if you’ve paid.”

“But paid for what?” Musing over the question he posed, he came to where she stood, shaking in her shoes and wondering if she’d made a terrible error in judgment. He reached for her throat and closed his fingers lightly around it in a show of possession. “What if I want the French treatment and have you suck me?” he murmured. “What if I want to fuck your mouth, screw your pussy, and bugger your ass?”

Having her mouth and her womanhood used was expected. Madame Beauvais had been very clear on that point. But sodomy…?

The idea of something so taboo sent waves of gooseflesh rippling over her skin.

Henry smiled darkly at her reaction. “You’re a dirty girl,” he said. “A naughty girl. I should spank your bottom for the risk you took tonight. You could have been beaten. Raped. Killed,” he growled. “I want to tie you to your bed and keep you there… at my mercy. All. Night. Long. I’d like to take your every orifice and mark you with my seed. How much?”

She stared at him, speechless. No man had ever said such things to her. No one had ever wanted what he did.

Unnatural lusts.

She’d heard whispers but not details. Nothing that could have prepared her for this intimate glimpse into Henry’s baser appetites.

And if I want more? he had asked her.

Now she knew. Knew what he wanted. What would please him. What he found exciting. Arousing.

Bondage.

Discipline.

Ultimate possession.

Claiming her in every way that he could.

She would not leave this room the same.

“Twenty,” he grated. “Five plus fifteen for the extras.”

Holy Mother of Pearl.

Henry wanted to tie her up and have his way with her. He was willing to pay good money to do it. Twenty Federal dollars that had value, not worthless Confederate scrip.

She could buy food and firewood and a candle for Juliette’s birthday cake.

Ophelia was nothing if not practical.

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