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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Length: 83,500 words

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Release Date, May 1, 2021

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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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EROTIC FAIRYTALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

EROTIC FAIRYTALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

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

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The Devil’s Touch by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 23,028 words

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

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

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

Let the games begin…

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

Excerpt 1:

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

What the fuck?

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

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

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

The ruthless, calculating son of a bitch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or confidant by comparison.

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

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

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

Let the games begin.

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

So did he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was one very clever girl.

ASH (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 7)

Ash: Guarded Hearts Book 7

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 112,488 words

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On the run from her mobster stepfather, Ashlee Gabrielli knows to trust no one. When Ash stumbles through the gates of the Citadel looking for a place to hide, she has no idea the men here are shifters.

Tobias Santini is the leader of The Order of the Phoenix. The cadre’s superior has guided his men and protected their women since the first fated mate was found. With everyone else in relationships, Tobias remains alone, serving as guardian to them all.

When he discovers Ash hiding in the garden, everything changes. She’s the image of a woman he loved and lost a lifetime ago, and she’s in trouble. Taking her under his wing, Tobias vows to protect her—even from himself when attraction sparks between them.

Ash is inexplicably drawn to the silver fox superior. Eventually, he reveals their past life connection, but he’s still keeping secrets. She has one, too, possessing a dangerous gift that no one foresees. With forces unfolding their insidious plans and a final showdown brewing, the men of the Citadel will need every ally they have to survive the wrath of the vampire Etienne. Yet even that might not be enough this time.

This epic Season One finale has BDSM, consensual power exchange, dark themes, and potential triggers, including a history of child abuse. The first DD/lg book of the series is written for Ages 18+.

Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two will feature members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel) debuts in the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021.

EXCERPT 1 (PG):

<p class="has-text-align-justify" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80"><strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.</strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.

“What?” Ash questioned, looking at him like he’d gone mad.

Catching himself, he realized he’d been staring like a besotted fool. Moonstruck by this enigmatic young woman.

Tobias cleared his throat. “Forgive me, I should have set out a brush and comb for you to use.” Ash still had questions to answer and could easily be a threat to his home if she was working for their enemies. Showing her kindness was one way of putting her at ease.

Ash shrugged a slim shoulder. “I used a bunch of other stuff, but it would be nice to brush my hair before we eat.”

Tearing himself away, Tobias quickly fetched the items and brought them back to her. When she reached to take them, he could smell the subtle scent of his favorite soap on her hair and skin. Why it pleased him, he wasn’t sure. He was desperate to know why she looked so much like the one woman who had meant so much to him, one he’d lost centuries ago. Coincidence? Or was something darker and more nefarious at play?

He watched her turn, quickly returning to the bathroom to brush her locks and bring order to the messy blonde mop.

He had planned to work on the carousel phoenix today but he didn’t dare leave her alone. One unguarded moment and she might disappear as quickly as smoke. Remembering the way the air had rippled around him when he’d caught her by the wall, he frowned. He needed to know who she was…, what she was, and what powers she possessed.

Perhaps it was time to call Father Xavier over for a visit. The priest was the acting head of the Guardians of the Sacred Light cell in the city. Although the secret organization had no real love for supernaturals, Xavier had many he called friends. If anyone would know what this woman was, it would be him. Tobias wondered if she was some kind of changeling or shapeshifter. That would explain why she had Francesca’s face. Perhaps she had picked up his thoughts which had been so heavy with the past lately and used an image from his memories.

“Ready.”

The sound of her voice dragged him from his musings. Standing before him, she stared up at him, her expression a mix of innocence and nervousness. Tobias remembered her earlier fear when he’d grappled her to the ground and felt a surge of protectiveness toward this female who had come so unexpectedly under his care.

Whether she was his prisoner or his ward remained to be seen.

EXCERPT 2 (NSFW):

“Hey,” Tobias whispered. “We don’t have to do this.”

Ash straightened her spine. “Yes, we do. You know we do.”

Her virginity might have been stolen from her by the monster she’d lived with, but to Ash, this would be her first time. The one she would always remember. She’d chosen Tobias to give her the memory of what it should have been like. Something to treasure. The first man she’d truly been attracted to. Her choice. No one else’s.

Ash knew she’d made the right decision from the way he kept talking to her. If she said stop, she knew in her heart he would.

Walking on her knees, she straddled his head and let the calloused hands on her hips guide her into place. She curled her fingers around the top of his headboard and hung on for the ride.

He licked her, a sinful stroke of his tongue that made her want to grind herself on his face and use it to get herself off like she’d used his fingers. He licked her again, shifted her, angled his head, and started fucking her with his tongue. Her small breasts swung with the motion, pelvis rocking against his hungry mouth. He feasted on her like a starving man before finding her clit and letting his finger fill the void he’d left behind.

A familiar tension built, holding her in its grip, refusing to let her go but not letting her find completion, either. She whimpered, feeling desperate and needy.

Hearing her, Tobias gave her clit one last lick, fastened his lips over it, and sucked it into his mouth. Working a second finger into her pussy, he banged her with his fingers, curled them, and drove her over the edge.

She’d never come so hard in her life. Juices shot out, wetting his face. Her spasming walls milked his hand, tightening around his digits like a Chinese finger trap.

“Sorry,” she apologized when he tried to pull out and her muscles clenched that much harder. “I guess my pussy doesn’t want to let you go.”

Embarrassed, she couldn’t meet his gaze. This was so different than what she’d experienced in the past. Better but at the same time she felt awkward and unsure. Tobias was older than she was. He wasn’t quite human but he had confidence that assured her he’d done things like this before. Ash pushed aside the twinge of jealousy. Tonight was her night. She wasn’t going to let thoughts of his other lovers spoil it.

He didn’t let that deter him. Instead, he started teasing her clit, toggling it with his tongue, drawing designs on it that helped her to open up to him. He fucked her with two fingers and worked in a third, jacking his hand in short forays that grew in strength and speed. When she was on the verge of coming again, he fucking lifted her by the waist, sat up with her, and lowered her onto his cock.

Or tried to.

Four fingers might have been enough to stretch her out.

“Breathe, babygirl,” he murmured. “Take hold of me if you need to. Part your lips with the tip and find your opening and guide me in. Just like that. Christ.”

Thank goodness she was slick. It was all she could do to wedge the head of his erection inside her and slowly sink down onto it, inch by incredible inch. The man was huge. Huge. Her god of the forge was hung like a horse. It took forever to work her way down, rocking against him, gaining ground with every push.

She winced when he hit bottom.

“Ssh,” he crooned. “Just hold still. Let your body adjust. Don’t try to rush it. Everything will come in time.”

He started whispering lovetalk in an odd mix of Italian and Latin, telling her how beautiful she was, how brave she was, how lucky he was to have found her. Ash took it as all the things she imagined a man was supposed to say during sex. Not the insults and threats she’d endured at the hands of her stepfather.

But Tobias kept on, vowing to protect her, to cherish her. She knew this was different when he bent his head and kissed her breast and confessed he couldn’t wait to see their baby there.

Men didn’t talk babies. Not like he was talking.

She realized then that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Oh, God. What was she thinking?

“It’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think?” she asked him nervously. 

Tobias jerked back his head, shocked that she knew what he’d been saying.

“You’re not wearing a rubber,” she reminded him. “Promise me you won’t get me pregnant. I’m too young for that. I want to live a little before I think about having kids. Jesus, I’m barely more than a kid myself.”

Guilt washed over his features. “I don’t have condoms,” he confessed. “I haven’t needed them.”

What?

He didn’t have lovers or hookups or whatever? How could that possibly be as good looking and fit as he was?

“You’re going to buy some,” she ordered. “If we’re going to keep doing this, I’m not taking chances. Meanwhile, can you control yourself enough to pull out to finish? I don’t care where, just as long as it’s not inside me.”

Flexing his hips and driving up into her, he wove his fingers into her hair and pressed their foreheads together, holding her close while they shared each labored breath. “I do. I can. I will,” he swore.

“Okay, then. I’m trusting you to take care of me.”

“Always.”

DARK HARVEST—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

DARK HARVEST

A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Part of the Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume 1,

out 31 October 2020

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

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

EXCERPT:

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

His cock stirred, ready for another round.

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

Etienne grimaced. “‘Tis you she wants.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One

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

Anthology release date October 31, 2020

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A collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica stories.

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UNMASKED—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

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

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

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

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

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

EXCERPT from Unmasked by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DARCY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

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DARCY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

Length: 89,000 words.  Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

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Darcy Takahara’s distrust of supernaturals makes her wary of cadre members Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt…

 

Darcy Takahara’s experience with dark forces puts her at odds with the men at the Citadel. With her cousin in their clutches, she’s not sure they can be trusted.

Driven by her own agenda, she accepts a teaching position at The Haven, a private boys’ school in rural New York. She’s on the trail of her ex-lover, Dr. Liu Chan, the former member of an elite secret order. Discovering him on staff at the school, she fears Liu is up to his old tricks.

Gaining the trust of those around her is imperative. Darcy does what she must to infiltrate their ranks and learn Liu’s secrets. When things take a devastating turn, she’s forced to seek the help of two men she’s been trying to avoid.

Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt have been watching Raven’s cousin for a while. The Asian beauty is feisty and strong, and they’ve both fallen head over heels for her.

The problem is she can’t be trusted. When circumstances force a wary truce, the men think they have their chance to win their fated mate. But Darcy’s mission is far from over. With an old enemy rising, the men must work quickly to aid her or risk losing her forever.

 

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 will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).

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

 

EXCERPT (PG13):

He was waiting for her inside the door, a handsome man with dark hair, golden skin, and almond eyes that spoke to his Chinese heritage.  She hadn’t seen him in years, but he hadn’t changed.

Assessing her with a long, slow sweep of his gaze, Dr. Chan nodded his satisfaction.

“Ms. Takahara,” he intoned, giving her a stiff, formal bow, his face betraying nothing.  “How are you?”

It was the telling note in his voice, the hint of thinly veiled anger that revealed what he did not say.

Taking a breath, she ventured a guess.  “You saw what he did.”

“Yes,” he grated.  “Are you hurt?  Do you need me to examine you?”

She shook her head.  “No.  No,” she insisted, stepping back when he started to reach for her.

He dropped his hand.  A Chinese curse blistered the air.

“It’s alright,” she assured him, trying to convince herself as much as the doctor.  “You know me.  I’m tough.  I’ll survive.”

Giving her a long, considering look, he canted his head questioningly. “Is it true what the whispers say?  Have you gone rogue?”

Darcy stared into the face of the man who had changed her life in so many ways for both good and bad.  Nothing had been the same since she’d met him.

“It’s true,” she replied quietly.  “Like you, I grew tired of serving someone else’s agenda.  I needed a fresh start, and Dr. Rossi offered it.”

“He should not have done what he did,” he grated, no longer talking about Rossi.

“No, but it’s the price I pay for being better.  Rape isn’t about sex.  It’s about control.  You know this.”

“You should have fought harder.”

“Like I fought you?”  She dropped her gaze to the scar on his face.  “I’m sorry I hurt you, Dr. Chan.”

He reached for her, slowly, carefully, as if she was as feral as the cat she was trying to tame.

“And I’m sorry he hurt you,” he said.   “I didn’t know.  I would have stopped it.”

She shook her head.  “It’s alright, Dr. Chan.”

He tipped her chin and tsked.  “Not here, not now, and not when it’s just the two of us.  Under this roof, there is no doctor or Ms.  Within these walls,” he told her, “you are Darcy Takahara and I am Liu Chan.”

“Liu,” she acknowledged, breathing in his scent, as memorable as their time together… 

And almost as tempting as the two men she’d been forced to leave behind.

If Tobias had his way, she’d never see Zana or Lukas again.

Liu, however, was here.  And the pheromones rolling off him in waves confirmed that he still wanted her as much as ever.

Maybe more so, now that the colonel had had her, too.

EXCERPT (NSFW):

Going by instinct alone, Lukas leveled a look at Darcy that dared her to disobey and barked at Zana, “You! Take her to the kitchen! I will fetch the rope.”

It was in the dungeon two floors up, but Lukas made a flying trip and was back in no time with hanks of natural and dyed jute rope clutched in both hands.

Darcy was seated in a chair that Zana had pulled away from the table, far enough that both men could prowl around it and have access to every available part of her. The Persian had pulled off his belt and used it to handcuff her wrists—a clever trick that Killian had learned from one of Raven’s books and shared with the rest of the brothers.

Zana hadn’t gagged her, but he had gripped her chin and was making her suck his thumb.

Just the sight of them gave Lukas a raging hard-on.

Tossing most of the rope onto the floor, he untied one hank, shook it out, and used it to lash her calves and ankles to the front legs of the chair. Looping another length through her bound wrists, he pulled her arms over her head with her elbows up and her hands behind her neck. Drawing one end through the bottom rung of the chair, he cinched the rope tight and tied a quick-release knot in it. Standing, he circled in front of her and ripped open her towel, exposing the exquisite lines of her athletic body to them.

Darcy gasped.

Lukas stared. He’d never seen a naked woman except in porn and this one was perfect in his eyes. Her breasts were high, round, and firm with golden brown nipples furled into diamond-hard knots. Her shaved pussy was plump, smooth, and already sopping wet.

Zana frowned, worried that maybe he was taking things a bit too far.

Lukas didn’t think so. There was one way to find out.

“What do you have to say for yourself, fräulein?” Lukas thrust a hand between her legs. This time her gasp was followed by a moan. Her eyes grew languorous, heavy-lidded with lust, her chest rising and falling with each panting breath. “Explain this. What has made you so wet, hmm?” As an experiment, he lightly slapped her breast. Feeling her gush, he slapped it again, harder. “What is your mission? Whom are you trying to save? Talk or we will find ways to loosen that tongue of yours and then…, I already know something else I wish to do with that mouth.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head, playing the part of a recalcitrant prisoner.

“Very well.” Lukas drew himself up to his full, intimidating height. “Zana! Give me your knife. I want you to fuck her with your fingers but don’t let her come. Bring her to the edge and keep her there.”

Quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing, Zana pulled his favorite folding knife from his pocket and handed it to Lukas. Kneeling by the chair, the Persian ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs and pushed one finger into her sheath.

“Christ, she’s tight,” his partner breathed, flexing his arm and working his digit in and out several times before attempting to add another one.

Lukas flicked open Zana’s knife and held it in front of Darcy’s face. A warrior like her would appreciate such a weapon, forged in fire and hammered into the perfect blend of function and form. She held her breath, eyes widening when he brought it to her neck below her chin and pressed the flattened blade against her throat. “Just the tip,” he promised, shifting his angle enough to barely puncture her skin. Breath hissed between her teeth when he dipped his head and licked her wound.

The taste of her blood triggered his own quickening that Zana had experienced earlier. It was true. She was their fated mate, sent to them for a higher purpose. Now they needed to make her their own, share their seed, and begin her transformation.

But Zana had taught him, ladies first.

Lukas tossed the knife onto the counter and came to stand opposite Zana by Darcy’s free side. Raising his hand, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed, listening to the liquid sounds from below and watching every nuance on her exotically beautiful face. “Bang her harder,” he ordered his partner. “I think she likes it rough.”

Zana used all of his experience to bring Darcy to the edge of her climax and keep her there without letting her go over. Lukas tightened his grip on the slender column of her throat. Letting his knowledge of anatomy guide him, he squeezed until he’d cut off her air and she started to fight for it.

“Come for us,” he crooned, not letting up until she did, her body convulsing almost violently as she squirted, juices shooting out to bathe the inside of her thighs and wet the floor between her feet.

“Good girl,” Zana hummed, pleased with her responsiveness.

“Are you ready to talk?” Lukas asked her.

Darcy eyed him warily from the fog of post-orgasmic bliss.

“No?  Have it your way.  Zana, take her to bed. We’ll keep her there until she agrees to answer our questions or we fuck the truth out of her.”

 

 

RILEY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 4)

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RILEY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 90,411 words

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Release Date, Sept 12, 2020

 

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Emmett and Theo fight to trust the woman who was forced to betray them.

 

Partners Emmett and Theo are kidnapped by a shadowy organization bent on learning their secrets. Taken to a private lab, they meet Dr. Riley Walker, the brilliant, beautiful geneticist charged with discovering what they are.

While Riley believes they’re aliens, Theo and Emmett realize she’s their mate. But she’s also the enemy—

Or so it seems.

Theo and Emmett aren’t the only ones with something to hide.

The three are caught up in things they can’t control. Nefarious forces are at play. Unseen eyes are watching them. After Riley is forced to betray them, the feelings the partners have for the new female in their life take a twisted turn.

When truths are exposed, the whole cadre’s mission is put at risk. Emmett and Theo must fight for the woman who’s destined to be theirs or lose her to a dark, dark fate.

 

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 will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1). MMF ménage erotic romance with MM scenes, written for Ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT:

Riley knew better than to argue.  Skinner was the puppet master, pulling all of their strings.  Retreating to the cafeteria, she took a seat and waited, watching the clock and observing others who came in for coffee or something to eat.  Skinner’s pet, Dr. Lewis, gave a nod of acknowledgment and disappeared through the kitchen door.  When he didn’t come out, she assumed that Skinner had sent him to make certain his orders were followed to the letter.

A short time later, the chef with a laden cart and Dr. Lewis appeared.  Mouths shaped with knowing smirks, the two men eyed her like a piece of breakfast meat.

Christ.  Did everyone know what Skinner wanted?  He was no better than a pimp, expecting her to use her sexuality to get the results he wanted, samples of body fluids he could test for DNA.

“Here’s everything you requested,” the chef announced, pushing the stainless steel cart into place beside her.

The top held three trays with covered dishes and three steaming mugs of hot beverages.

Riley arched an eyebrow.  “What’s this?”

“Black coffee, Earl Grey, and a mocha latte for you,” Dr. Lewis answered smoothly, pointing to each in turn.  “I advised Skinner that sharing a meal with the specimens would make them more at ease around you.”

It made sense.  Eating together might allow her to form a bond with the subjects—or at least help Emmett to lower his guard and let her explore things with Theo.  It was a unique opportunity, giving her an excuse to spend time with them and providing the means to study them up close.

Dr. Lewis followed her, whistling softly, making her feel increasingly leery about this whole thing.  Skinner had sent him to observe her interactions with their subjects.  The cameras were impersonal, something she was aware of but had learned to ignore.  Having a witness seemed… lurid.  Voyeuristic rather than scientific, despite what her rational mind said.  Skinner expected results.  It was in her best interest to see that he got them.  If she failed, she feared that all three of them would suffer.

One of the guards reached to open the door.

“Dr. Walker.”

Hearing her name from Skinner’s minion, she fought the urge to not shudder with dread.  “Yes, Dr. Lewis?”

“Good luck,” he said smoothly.  “We’ll be watching your interactions closely.”

Riley’s stomach somersaulted unpleasantly at the thought.  Taking a deep steady breath, she wheeled the laden cart into the cell, suppressing a shudder when the door clanged shut behind her.

Emmett and Theo were waiting for her.

The Englishman cocked an eyebrow above his glasses when he saw the cart.  Moving to inspect the contents, he lifted the plate covers and nodded in approval.  “Well done, Miss Walker.”

Theo beamed, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin.  “Thank you.”

“I thought we could share breakfast together,” she told them.  “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll serve you?”

They exchanged a look.  Again, that silent communication, one of them eager, the other taciturn.  Having no other options, they sat on the bottom bunk with Emmett at the head and Theo in the middle, leaving room for her at the foot of the bed.

They ate in silence.  Riley was aware of the sidelong looks Theo sent her way.

Emmett ignored her.

“I hope your tea’s alright.  I’m more of a coffee drinker myself,” she commented, enjoying her mocha.

“It’s acceptable,” the Englishman clipped, sounding annoyed at her attempt to engage him.

Theo cleaned his plate and drained his coffee cup.  Finishing her breakfast, Riley cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her perch. There was a spreading warmth coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling flushed and filling her with an awareness of her body.

Emmett was the last to finish, his throat muscles working as he drank the rest of his tea.

Sitting beside her, Theo had satisfied one hunger but another one burgeoned.  He pushed the tray away enough for his erection to rise rampant behind his fly.

Licking her lips, Riley eyed the massive wood he was sporting.  Was it hot in here or was it just her?  Even Theo and Emmet were starting to look flushed.  The gazes they turned on her were both lustful and fevered.

“You have generous breasts,” Theo announced boldly, reaching out to cup one through her top.  “And hips that were made for bearing young.  Hair as golden as the sun and those lips…”

Riley suddenly felt like a deer caught in the sight of two predators.  The Greek had never shown signs of being so forward before.

“My pet is right,” Emmett agreed.  “You are a beautiful creature.  I’m certain most men find you stunning.  You’d look even more beautiful bound.”

In the blink of an eye, Theo had dropped his tray on the floor and plucked hers from her hands.  Pulling her to her feet, he hauled her against him, fisted her hair, and ravaged her mouth with the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced.  A switch, she thought dimly.  He was submissive to Emmett, but he was clearly set on dominating her, bending her to his will.

Dragging her with him, he tore off her top and ripped off her bra, tossing both of them aside.  He bent his dark head and licked her nipples, tasting them both before turning her around and bending her over the top of the cart.  He pinned her in place with his rock-hard body while Emmett pulled the sheet from the bunk, caught the edge in his teeth, and ripped four strips.

He used two of them to lash her wrists to the top of the cart.  Locking the wheels, he grabbed one ankle and tied it to the caster, repeating the action on the other side, securing her parted legs as effectively as using a spreader bar.

Part of her mind was screaming no, but her body was clearly responding to his domination.  Bound, helpless, feeling Theo dry-hump her ass, Riley gasped, trying to catch her breath.  Her brain had sunken into a strange haze and she felt needy and aroused.  A tiny voice was warning her something was wrong.  This wasn’t like her.  It certainly wasn’t like Emmett.  All three of them seemed under the influence of something.  Whatever it was had both males firmly in its grip.

Theo growled from somewhere behind her.  The material of her skirt was hiked up over her hips, her panties pushed aside.  Riley moaned at the first lick of a tongue against her pussy lips.  Straying hands pried her ass cheeks apart, testing the flesh.

Emmett stood in front of her, his expression scorching her down to her toes.  “That’s it, pet.  Taste her.  Shove your fingers inside her tight little cunny then fuck her with your tongue.”

Palming himself, the Englishman fondled the ridge jutting up the front of his lab-issued pants.  He might not want her, but he didn’t seem to mind that Theo did.

The Greek growled, his breath hot and his tongue hotter against her intimate flesh.  Inhaling sharply, he licked her slit and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go.  Tasting her thoroughly, he stopped his cunnilingus and added a thick, callused finger, stretching her out before adding a second and a third.  He jacked his arm, pistoning in and out, fucking her with his hand when she was dying for his cock.

Emmett seemed to read her growing distress.  “Those lips,” he murmured.  “I want to punish them.  Ravage them.  I want to fuck the glasses off your face and silence your moans with my cock when Theo tries to fit his inside you.  This is what you like, isn’t it?” he asked.  “Bound.  Helpless.  Forced to submit to alien domination?  Telling yourself you have no choice but responding to us anyway.  Your body doesn’t lie.  The air has been thick with the scent of your arousal from the moment you stepped into this room the first time with that pitiful excuse of a meal.  Here’s something tastier.”

Fisting her hair, he muffled her gasp with his erection, pushing down his pants, whipping it out, and shoving it between her parted lips.  She knew what Theo smelled like, having closer contact.  This scent was pure Emmett, male musk and slightly woodsy.

“Open wide,” he growled, pushing his dick in deeper.  “Suck me while Theo fucks you.”

She felt the Greek pull his fingers from her pussy.  Wetting his glans on her juices, he notched his head in her opening and forged his way inside, stretching her out, wedging in deeper, forcing his girth into her snug, wet sheath.

Riley squealed.  He was so big, it felt like he was ripping her in two.  Emmett controlled the movements of her head, ramming his cock down her throat.  It was an overload of pleasure and pain.  Writhing, twitching she was shunted back and forth between them.  Both men seemed aroused almost to the point of losing control.  Riley was feeling the same way.  It was if all her inhibitions had disintegrated and left a wanton sexual creature in its place.  Her universe shrank to this, being a vessel for their pleasure, Emmett using her mouth, Theo terraforming her vagina.  No offense to Emmett, but Theo seemed set on spoiling her for other men, ruining her for anyone else, making her crave that massive cock of his.  She didn’t know whether or not she was disappointed or relieved that no knobs or spikes had come out.  She did know the moment he shifted angles and started ramming her G-spot.  Seeing stars when her first orgasm ripped through her, she felt  Emmett’s immediate response.  Close to coming, he managed to pull out before he finished, allowing her the barest taste of him before he jacked off on her face like they were making bukkake porn.

“Outside her,” he reminded his partner.

She swore she felt Theo’s answering pout.

Headed for an unsatisfactory finish, she squeezed the length of Theo’s cock, making her walls ripple, milking his length.  Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip of Emmett’s erection, catching the last drop of cum that he squeezed out.  It wasn’t as bitter as she was expecting.  If anything, one taste made her crave more.  Reaching with her tongue, she cleaned what she could from her face and swallowed it, earning a growl of approval from the Englishman.

A second later, Theo pulled out and exploded on her back, shooting ropes of cum in the valley of her spine.  Emmett took charge, cleaning her face, wiping every trace of himself, and flushing it away.  She thought that they’d do the same with Theo’s ejaculate… until she felt someone’s fingers scrape it up to wet her anus.

She held her breath, wondering what they intended, surprised to feel that they were both hard again.  This time, Theo came to stand before her, fisting that massive meat of his while Emmett pressed against her sphincter, demanding entrance to her most intimate place.  “Let me in,” he demanded, giving her no option but to obey.  Forcing herself to relax, she held her breath while he sank his length inside her.  “That’s it.  That’s it, little miss.  Now open wide for Theo…”

 

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RAVEN (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 3)

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RAVEN

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 3)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

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Release Date September 22, 2020

 

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Unseen enemies threaten the newest fated mate and her child.

 

Nurse practitioner and midwife Raven O’Malley has no idea what she’ll be getting into when she takes on her newest client, who lives at the Citadel with not one but two handsome men. The other cadre members are equally attractive but it’s Cayden McPherson and Killian O’Connell who set their sights on her.

Raven has enough to deal with. A daughter, a puppy, a demanding job, and a mobster ex-husband. Now a blackmailer wants her to spy on the Citadel or she risks her daughter’s life.

The cadre members know there are forces of darkness to battle and evil exists in both worlds. Can Cayden and Killian protect the woman they love or will they lose her to enemies seen and unseen?

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, the Guarded Hearts series follows members of the Order of the Phoenix. While interconnected, each title can be read as a stand-alone. MFM ménage erotic romance written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt (NSFW):

Cayden was just leaving the kitchen when she caught up to him.

“We need to talk,” she snapped. Catching his hand, she dragged him down the hall and into the infirmary. “What the feck is going on?” she demanded.

Cayden frowned. “What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“They know,” she grated. “Casey. Morgan. The others. They know about us. What did you tell them? What did you say?”

The medic rubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “Ye’re nae gang tae like it,” he warned. “We’ve been holding off, telling ye because of it, but there’s no help for it now, is there? Yer scent is enough tae make it clear that we’ve done the deed,” he told her. “Our kind can smell when a woman goes through the flux and her body is transformed. Ye need to talk to Morgan and Casey about what they went through, but Casey’s experience is like tae be closer. Morgan’s change was put off when she ingested vampire blood—”

“Vampires?” Raven stared at him, incredulous. “You’re telling me that there are vampires? That they’re real.”

He nodded, his green eyes as serious as she’d ever seen them. “They are that,” he told her. “One targeted Morgan. We killed it, but another one kidnapped her. We got her back and cleaned out the nest. We think we got them all now.”

“You think. You think? Jaysus, Joseph, and Mary! You should have told me!” she yelled at him. “Bloody hell! You and your mate could have told me any time, but you didn’t say a damn word, just lured me upstairs and had your way with me. You’ve changed my body without my consent. Now I’ve put my daughter in danger after thinking I was bringing her to a sanctuary. My ex kept things from me. I’m warning you right now, I expect full disclosure in the future or there’s going to be hell to pay. Do you hear me?”

She poked him in the chest to make her point.

Cayden released the breath he’d been holding. “Let me call Killian, then. Get him down here. If we’re gang tae hae a heart-tae-heart, it needs tae be the three of us.

Zana was with Willow and Prince. Free to come, Killian joined them as soon as he could make his way downstairs. “What’s up?” he asked, picking up the tension in the air.

“She knows,” Cayden told him. “Or knows the start of it, anyway. She’s demanded full disclosure. It’s better tae hear it from the both of us than tae hear it from one and again from the other.”

Killian nodded. “Ye’re the medic. I’ll let ye explain the way of things.”

“We’ve told ye what we are, that these robes of flesh have four strands of DNA. When a fated mate is found, the introduction of sperm starts the transformation process to change her body, making it compatible, able to conceive and bear children.”

“I don’t understand,” Raven clipped. “I can’t have children. I told you that. It shouldn’t have affected me.”

“But it did,” Killian assured her. “We don’t understand it either, but we knew from the first that you were the one for us, the woman to complete us. The males of our kind experience what we call the quickening. It’s a physical response to a fated mate. Lets us know that she’s the one. We felt it with ye. We will not question God’s will. Ye were chosen for us. Transformed by us. But there are other things…”

Raven was seething at their disregard for her. “And you thought it was just fine to go and do it because it’s all in the plan?” she grated. “You gave no thought to what I wanted or the fact it’s not just me. Do you know how selfish that is? How arrogant?” She buried her face in her hands. “I really can’t deal with this right now. I should get Willow and Prince and pack up the damn car and get the hell out while I can.”

“Ye need tae listen,” Cayden told her, lowering his voice in a way that did strange things to her insides. Grasping her biceps, he pulled her easily to him. She wanted to grind against him. Use him like they’d used her. How dare they!

Raven struggled to break free, clawing at his arms deep enough to leave bloody scratches when he refused to let her go.

She went still when she saw the gouges healing before her eyes.

“Full disclosure,” Cayden growled in that voice of his. “This is a hint of my true voice. It has power… affects people in different ways. Mine will make ye wish to obey. Doctor’s orders.” He said it half-jokingly, but the man was deadly serious. “Iosefa’s will put someone tae sleep. The new mothers are sure tae keep him on call when the bairns get here and they need some rest. These bodies hae regenerative powers. Accelerated healing. Lack of scarring. But the thing ye need most tae understand is that ye’ll live as long as us.”

Raven’s solar plexus chakra closed tight enough to cause a cramp. “And how long is that?” she said, afraid to ask.

“Three hundred years, give or take,” Cayden told her.

“Three…?” She stared at him, caught in a nightmare that had just gotten worse. “You’re saying I’ll live three hundred years? And what about Willow? What about my daughter? You bastards! You bloody bastards! And don’t go using that voice on me,” she warned them. “I will never forgive you for this. Never!”

“Raven,” Killian crooned, trying to make peace. “We love you. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way or come between you and your child. We want Willow to be our daughter, too, the child that we wished for but will never have. Tobias said there’s a chance that she’s a fated mate for one of our kind, but Theo thinks her destiny lies elsewhere, with a fae princeling who’s waiting fer her to grow up.”

“You love me,” she scoffed. “You don’t know what love is. We had sex. We scratched an itch. Satisfied a physical need. I didn’t know you enough for it to be more. I still don’t.”

“Please,” Killian begged her. “We’re asking fer the chance to prove ourselves to ye.”

Raven felt anger, rage, but there was also lust. It was so fierce, she found herself responding before she was aware of it. Grabbing the back of Killian’s head, she forced his lips down on hers. There was no control. Just overwhelming attraction merging with her turbulent emotions. She wanted to make them pay for what they’d done. Show them that their desire was meaningless. Not if they didn’t have her heart. That wouldn’t happen now. Not after such a betrayal. How could she trust them?

Killian didn’t resist but responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Reaching with her free hand, she fisted a handful of Cayden’s shirt and drew him to her. Two mouths fought to claim her lips. Their bodies crowded hers until her hips hit the examination table.

Fueled by anger, driven by revenge, she grabbed Killian’s collar and pushed him into one of the two armless stack chairs against the wall. Reaching down, she judged his hardness and took him out.

“I want you ready for me,” she told him. Ignoring Cayden, she stripped off her clothes and knelt between Killian’s feet, giving him a blow job he didn’t deserve but that her body needed to handle him. When he was wet enough, she stood up and straddled him like a stripper about to give him the lap dance of his dreams. Taking his erection in hand, she stroked her slit with his glans, parted her folds, and sank down on his shaft, working it like a dildo, a tool for her particular pleasure.

It wasn’t long, she grew greedy for more. “You,” she snapped at Cayden. “Pants off. Cock lubed. On the stool and over here.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

Cayden dropped his drawers and slickened himself up. Sitting on the wheeled examination stool, he did as ordered and rolled it between Killian’s feet. It was just low enough, he was shy of reaching her. Grasping her hips, he rose from the stool and found her star.

“No! Not there,” she snapped. “I want you both in my pussy. Bang my box like it’s never been banged. Think you can handle that?”

Cayden growled and showed her that he was up to the challenge. She rose partway up and held herself still while Cayden pressed his cock against Killian’s and worked his way inside, sinking his length into her, inch by inch until both men were ball’s deep inside her.

She lifted herself up and rammed herself back down. Killian groaned. Cayden’s stool went flying. She sank down on their cocks again and again, using them like they’d used her, coming once, twice, three times before the men shuddered to a finish inside her. Cayden eased out of her and grabbed some paper towels, handing them to her to stuff between her legs. She dismounted, tossing one of the towels at Killian to use. Finding her clothes, she started dressing, wordless, lecturing herself that she had no reason to feel guilty for using them as fecktoys. It was no more than they deserved after what they’d done to her.

“Raven,” Cayden crooned.

“No voice!” she snarled, shoving her feet into her shoes. “Not a word. From either of you! This was sex. Sex! Lust, not love. Now you know the difference. Don’t ever confuse them again.”

She left them without a backward glance and headed upstairs, blinking the sting of tears from her eyes, refusing to feel anything beyond the physical releases that she’d had. By the time she reached the fourth-floor guest suite, she’d sworn off all men.

“Out,” she warned Zana, giving him a look that told him she meant what she said.

The Persian was confused but obeyed, shutting the door behind him.

“How’s Prince doing?” she asked her daughter, memorizing the picture the two of them made. She’d be the one consoling Willow when she watched her puppy grow old and die. Who the feck was going to console her when she lost her child?

Damn them.

Thanks to Cayden and Killian, she was doomed to outlive her daughter. They could take their tall tales of vampires and fairy princes and shove them up their arses. If they knew what was good for them, they’d leave them the bloody hell alone.

She was here for Casey and Morgan, but Willow was her world.

They’d be wise to remember that.