GAME.SET.MATCH. SUPERHERO TRILOGY

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

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

Let the games begin.

Books in the Game.Set.Match. trilogy:

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

SET (Book 2). Anastasia and Derrick.

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

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 73,137 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date February 12, 2022

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

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

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

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

This steamy paranormal interracial MFM ménage contains adult situations and possible triggers. While the book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in Guarded Hearts Season Two is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Book 7.5). Written for Ages 18+.

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

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Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse Excerpt 1 (PG13):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE CAST OF HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

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

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

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: 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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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.

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.

SAM (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 6)

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

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

Release Date, Jan 2, 2021.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ash (7 Mar 2021)

EXCERPT 1:

Grandma was at it again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gael curled his lip and made a scoffing sound.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Although, they could be bi…

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

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EXCERPT 2:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What about now?

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

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

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

What about Elijah?

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

Surrendered to her.

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

Hallelujah.

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

DARCY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

DARCY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

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

Cover Reveal Sept 1, 2020     Release Date, Oct 23, 2020

 

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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.”