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)

HELL’S FURY MC: KIT

HELL’S FURY MC: KIT

(Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 58,542 words. Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

Release Date June 11, 2022

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A woman with secrets and a man with a past in an unusual second-chance romance.

Kathryn “Kit” Carson dreams of opening a riding school, but between her father Ed’s drinking and gambling, she’s barely keeping the family ranch afloat. When debt forces Ed to rent two empty barns, Kit is wary of their tenant, suspecting illegal activities. Caught snooping, she finds herself in over her head with her life on the line.

Blaze is part of The Order of the Dragon, whose members comprise the Hell’s Fury MC Las Vegas Chapter. A gargoyle warrior who’s survived tragedy and bloodshed, he lives with guilt from his distant past. Called to protect and defend, when he crosses paths with a desperate young woman, he doesn’t hesitate to save her.

Kit can’t afford to trust the handsome shifter who offers her sanctuary, but she can’t deny she’s inexplicably drawn to him. With her secrets exposed comes the realization that she is Blaze’s fated mate.

When danger follows Kit, Blaze fears that history is repeating itself. The past and the present are on a collision course, and one of them may not survive.

This steamy paranormal romance contains adult situations and possible triggers. 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 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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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.toGHD6Scout (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)

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Four weeks had passed since her father made a deal with those men. The next night, she’d heard the distant sound of trucks heading toward the two old barns. She’d wondered what they were transporting under cover of darkness. She grew even more suspicious after seeing armed men posted outside the structures.

Construction equipment, her ass. Whatever they had in the barns was worth a helluva lot more than that. Either her father was oblivious, or he was turning a blind eye to what was going on.

Kit was worried that the situation they had gotten themselves into would be far more trouble than it was worth.

Standing on the porch, she glanced across the yard to the paddock and stable, restlessness trickling through her. She’d already mucked out the stalls and seen to the horses. The chickens needed feeding, and eggs had to be gathered.

Her father was in his chair in front of the TV, snoring softly, a half-finished bottle of beer cradled against his chest. He wasn’t going to be any help. Ed Carson rarely was.

Kit sighed. It was never going to change. Unless business picked up where they could afford to hire help, she would be the only one doing things around here.

Grabbing a wicker basket, she skipped down the steps and walked across the yard. The chickens were clucking quietly and pecking lazily at the ground, warming under the mid-morning sun. Thankfully, today promised to be milder than yesterday’s blistering heat.

She scattered the chicken feed, refilled the watering stations, and headed to the back of the coop to check the nesting boxes. They had a flock of good laying hens that provided them with eggs. What she didn’t keep got sold, bringing in a bit of money that was sorely needed. She did the same with the jams and fruit she canned, keeping some and selling the rest. Even the vegetables she grew went to make an earning.

Other chickens went in the stew pot, sometimes with vegetables and noodles added, yielding cans of meat, broth, and soup to stock their pantry. Cooking and canning were some of the homesteading skills she’d learned from her Aunt Mary. She had ensured Kit could be as self-sufficient as possible, with the ability to survive on the ranch without relying on others.

The only thing she couldn’t do was tend to the horses when they got sick. Dr. Laskaris was always on hand, though, if anything happened. He was a shifter (although she wasn’t sure what kind), but he had a way with horses that put them at ease.

There were plenty of eggs to find when she checked the straw, plucking them up from where they were nestled to place in her basket. Finished gathering, she left the hens to eat and headed back to the house.

Kit had a few hours before she had to start lunch. Still feeling restless, she knew that a ride would help.

Hurrying into the house, she set the filled basket on the kitchen table and transferred the eggs to empty cartons. Dating and stacking them in the refrigerator, she washed her hands in the sink and dried them on a hand towel she kept beside it. Satisfied with her morning’s labors, she checked on her sleeping father before heading out.

Striding toward the stable, she gave the east barns a thoughtful glance. A flash of white caught her eye, the T-shirt of one of the men stationed outside them. Was he armed? Most likely. The thought of handguns on the property made Kit shiver. She didn’t like violence.

Reaching the paddock, she chose Merry, the black-and-white pinto mare, to ride. She liked to alternate between the horses to make sure they all got to stretch their legs. Saddling the mare, she gathered the reins, led Merry out of the paddock, and closed the gate behind them. Putting her hand on the pommel, she was ready to mount up when a flurry of motion at the barn caught her eye.

What in heaven’s name was happening? What was going on? Asking her father would get her nowhere. She’d already tried. The only way she would get answers was to check it out herself, but she needed to be wise. The men in their kitchen had struck her as dangerous. If they realized she was snooping, there’d be hell to pay.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Driven by desperation rooted in the distant past, Blaze kissed her fiercely, letting her feel the strength of his passion. His Joan responded, parting her lips to deepen their kiss. Tongues dueled, tested, tasted, tangling in an erotic dance that stole his breath and left him hungry for more.

Grabbing the long cushion from Maria Perez’s lounge chair, he pulled it onto the ground near the fire and laid Joan on top of it. Stretching out beside her, he kissed her fiercely, sliding his thigh over hers to wedge his knee between her legs. He kissed her again, whispering his love in Old French, hearing her vow the same. Moving his hand from her face to her neck, he slid it down, encountering the swell of her unbound breast. Spreading his fingers, he claimed the crest, tightening his hold and feeling her response.

She moaned into his mouth, her hips shifting restlessly, silently begging for more when she was too shy to ask for it.

But he needed the words. He must know beyond doubt that she wanted this, too. He was trying to earn redemption, and fucking with a saint would set him back years, if not eons.

“Tell me,” he whispered in English. “Tell me what you want. Name it, and it’s yours.”

“You,” she said simply, eyes heavy-lidded with passion, fingers tugging at his shirt and lifting it for her hands to explore beneath. “I’ve always wanted you. Please…?”

Driven by centuries of unrequited passion, Blaze didn’t waste time stripping. A quick pull left her pantiless, ruining her cotton briefs that he tossed to the side. Undoing the button of his jeans, he eased down his zipper, taking care not to catch anything as he lowered it. Reaching, he pulled his erection out of his briefs and fisted it, working precum from the tip. One last bit of sanity remained, enough to realize that she’d never be able to handle him without enough foreplay to get her wet and stretch her out.

He cupped her sex and suckled her breast through her nightgown, feeling her sodden folds and inhaling the musk of her arousal. She tilted her pelvis up, meeting his hand and rubbing herself on his fingers. Parting her seam, he stroked her slit and found the hard nub of flesh at its apex. Using two fingers, he polished her pearl, rubbing, circling, catching it between his fingers, and pinching it. At the same time, he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth and tormented the tip with his tongue.

Breathing became a challenge for her. She panted, air sloughing between clenched teeth as she fought to draw enough in to feed her fire. Her breaths became ragged, short, sharp bursts out and labored, extended pulls in. Her thighs quivered, and her body arched, holding for a moment before shattering in his arms.

He pushed his middle finger into her while her walls were still spasming, relishing the feel of her snug little pussy gripping his digit. He started fucking her with it, pushing it, pulling out, going deeper, working until he was buried to the knuckle in her sheath. Pumping his arm, he added a second finger and a third, making her gasp to feel it.

“It’s alright,” he swore. “I need to make sure you can handle me.”

“Please,” she begged him. “I’m so empty, it hurts.”

He was hurting, too. “Are you sure?” he asked, giving her one last chance to stop. After this, he knew there’d be no going back.

“Oui,” she whispered. “Come lie with me and be my love….”

The poem was from another time and place, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did except knowing she was his to have and hold after centuries of empty arms and a wounded heart.

Coming over her, Blaze eased up her hem, exposing the wedge of dark curls in the delta of her thighs and settling himself between them. He took himself in hand and stroked her seam, wetting himself on her juices before finding her opening and notching his glans inside. Pushing, he wedged in deeper, breaching her entrance and forging up her passage, stopping when he encountered the proof of her purity. Straightening his elbows, he looked at the young woman beneath him. Her languorous eyes were glazed with desire, and her perfect lips were swollen from his kisses.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Locking gazes, he snapped his hips and shattered her hymen. She gasped to feel it, tears springing into her eyes. “You’re mine,” he told her, starting to move, determined to make her feel pleasure despite the pain. “You’ve always been mine. You feel it, too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she choked out, her expression shifting from initial acceptance to looking overwhelmed by what fate had in store.

He drove into her harder than he probably should have, but she moaned and rose to meet him. Encouraged by her body’s response despite a lingering look of trepidation, he made love to her, working his way until he was buried deep inside her.

Heaven. She felt like heaven. He swore he could hear a choir of angels singing at their union and blessing it.

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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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Originally part of the Twisted Steel: A Motorcycle Club Anthology (Second Edition), a USA Today bestseller.

 

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)

HELL’S FURY MC: RORY (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 2)

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HELL’S FURY MC: RORY

(GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 2)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

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Length: 85,919 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date, May 1, 2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. Quake and Rory’s story begins in Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 1) and concludes in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2). This novel can be enjoyed as a standalone, but your experience will be enhanced by reading their back story first.

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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)

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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Join this amazing group of authors as they take you inside the erotic world of the Brothers Grimm, putting their own twists on classic fairytales.

Erotic Fairytales from the Brothers Grimm includes

The Devil’s Touch by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 23,028 words

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

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

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

Let the games begin…

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

Excerpt 1:

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

What the fuck?

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

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

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

The ruthless, calculating son of a bitch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or confidant by comparison.

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

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

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

Let the games begin.

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

So did he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was one very clever girl.

ASH (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 7)

Ash: Guarded Hearts Book 7

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

VOTED ONE OF THE 50 BEST INDIE BOOKS OF 2021

Length: 112,488 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

Release Date, Mar 7, 2021

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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

Originally part of the Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume 1 (delisted).

Now part of THE POISONED GARDEN COLLECTION, free to Claire Marta and Nia Farrell’s newsletter subscribers here.

BLURB:

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

Vol 1

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

Anthology release date October 31, 2020

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A collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica stories.

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

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