Archive | July 11, 2014

On the Road with SCP- A Sailor’s Seduction – Lisa A Adams



A Sailor’s Seduction: Blurb
Seaman Thomas Musak has
just arrived in San Diego to begin training in his new occupation. However, he
realizes soon enough that training a new partner to share his rack is more fun
than he ever could have imagined.
Seaman Jacob Lyriceman
has just flunked out of Nuke school, and is now passing the time before his
next big adventure begins. Becoming a Navy Seal requires stamina and a sense of
adventure. Both of these characteristics make him irresistible to many.
But, Thomas has the one thing he truly desires.


Jacob turned and looked out across the harbor. “I guess I knew by about
twelve, but I was in denial until I graduated high school. I wouldn’t admit it
to anyone. I dated girls all through school. You know, anything to make me look

“Did you ever have sex with them?” Thomas was shocked at his own bluntness.

Jacob faced him straight on. “No.” A small grin slipped across his lips and
Thomas’s insides tingled with the familiar feeling of attraction and lust. “I
was known as the ‘safe guy’, so I had a lot of girlfriends, but I had a lot of
heartbreaks as well.”

“How did you finally overcome your fear?” Thomas found this extremely
interesting. His family had several gay members in it. They were, and had
always been, very accepting of him. His first real fear had come when he left
for boot camp. His father had talked with him for weeks about things he would
have to do and hide.

“I was actually at a party. You know those wonderful drinking games people
play? One had me locked in a closet with a guy and a girl. The guy was totally
bombed. I was trying to do things with the girl and he suddenly stared rubbing
all over me. It was the most erotic thing that had ever occurred in my life…up
to that point, of course.” Jacob gave a quick wink and Thomas’s manhood was
ready to salute. That’s when I realized if I was going to truly be happy, I had
to stop hiding who I was, especially from myself.”

Thomas let the story roll over him as he imagined being in the closet with


“What?” Thomas cleared his throat once more and swallowed.

Jacob laughed. “What about you? You ever been with a girl?”

“No. I was never attracted to any.” Thomas thought about all the girls who
wanted to date him, but he never felt right about leading them on.

“So who was your first?”

“He was a GI from Bragg. It was a one-night stand deal.”

Jacob cringed. “That had to be rough.”

“Not really. It was all so exciting and new. I was okay with the one-night
stand. I had too many things to work out and I didn’t need the pressures of a
relationship.” Thomas looked out across the bay again. Night had settled in and
the San Diego lights were winking at him. “So now what?”



Lisa A. Adams writes from a little plot of country,
tucked away in the North Carolina Sandhills. When asked about her family,
Lisa will be the first to tell you that her family support system has been the
backbone, of not only her writing career, but anything she chooses to pursue.
She has been married to her husband, Ray, for ten years and has five wonderful
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Soul Mate Search – Morgan Wyatt



BLURB: love in her Nina can’t control love in her ordered universe. It has eluded her until a mysterious fortuneteller, Helena, reveals she’s already met her soul mate. Three times in fact and has only four times remaining before he passes from her life forever. A magic crystal ball allows her to see what he looked like several years ago, but no address. Helena warns her if she forces the meeting it won’t happen.
Tony’s life has hit a major rough spot with Sheila kicking him out of his house when he discovers her in bed with another man. If that wasn’t bad enough, she spreads rumors that she’s afraid of him because he’s abusive. What did he do to deserve this? All he ever wanted was to love one woman until he died.

At this rate, he’s destined to die alone. It will take magic to meet his soul mate.
Keywords: Romance. Contemporary Romance, Sweet Romance, Humor, Magic, Fate, Destiny, Soul mates.

Excerpt from Morgan K Wyatt’s The Soul Mate Search
Rain started by the time she pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Her planned sprint turned into a walk as dizziness swept over her. Great, all she needed was to pass out. Making it into the store foyer, she shook to rid herself of the excess moisture, no doubt resembling a dog. The store cranked up the air conditioning normally, but today with damp clothing, it was frigid.
She rushed through the store as her arms goose pimpled from the chill. A quick glance down at her wet shirt explained why the man stocking sodas stared at her, well at her chest anyhow. Pulling the wet shirt away from her skin, she headed for the grinder. Pouring the coffee beans into the grinder, she mentally calculated how long it would take her to return to the sanctuary of her house. So far, so good. No one she knew had seen her. Just as well, she didn’t want to make polite with anyone. Her bed called out to her. She could hear its siren call over the sound of the coffee grinder.
Inhaling the aroma of fresh ground beans deeply, she thought the heavenly scent by itself might heal her. Taking her coffee, ginger ale, and snatching up some yogurt, she headed for the self-check scanner. She was ready to explain to the cashier who monitored the aisles she’d brought the coffee in with her, but the woman never looked up from her perusal of a gossip magazine.
Her purchases bagged, she headed for the car. All she had to do was reach her car without any human interaction, when a man walking in spoke to her.
“Your coffee smells wonderful. Is it a Sumatran blend?”
She looked up into the face of a smiling man with curling damp hair and water spotted glasses. Her brain went dead. The absolute worse time to meet anyone. She managed to mumble her reply. “I think it is.” She walked away hoping he wasn’t watching her. Why couldn’t she run into men like that when she was dressed for work?
Unlocking her car, she slipped on the smooth leather seat since her legs were wet. Could she look any worse? Men didn’t normally try to strike up conversations with her in the grocery store, with the exception of the butcher who tried to convince her to buy a more expensive cut of meat. Twisting the key into the ignition, she drove home. The brief flash of the man who talked to her came to mind. He was taller than she was, a little on the lanky side, curly hair with a few threads of silver, glasses, and brown eyes. Her foot stomped on the brakes. Oh my God, it was her soul mate!

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Author Info
Author Morgan K Wyatt w/ husband

Morgan K Wyatt, raised on a steady diet of superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees, barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine, her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.
At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now.

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On the Road with SCP- Shadowed Spirit- Paloma Beck


Seven Sin Sisters Series, Book Six
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Paloma Beck
Secret Cravings Publishing
Count: 80
The seven Sinster
sisters are entwined in a legacy originating back from the time of the Italian Wars in the 1500s. One by one, they’ll find their mates from the immortal Valendite Breeds and secure their place in history.
After escaping a kidnapping, Sadie returns to her carefree life as a dancer, turning away once again from the realities of her destiny as a Sinster sister. This time, she takes a job in Vegas to hide away. Burdened by the soul sin of Sloth, Sadie can’t seem to care about the prophecy that consumes her family.
Granger, on assignment with TEU, heads to Vegas to protect her. Everything is going as planned until he discovers Sadie is his mate and then all bets are off. Now his mission is not only to protect Sadie until the prophecy is fulfilled and the danger abated but he must also convince her that accepting their destiny will make her stronger. He doesn’t have much time because as they hide out in the city of sin, her sisters await
her to join their circle and forge a magic stronger than steel.
Sadie is about to find out that she holds the final key to saving her race.
The mission was simple and he got the added reward of coming to Vegas. He’d scored at a few blackjack tables while he waited for the club to open and, with some luck, maybe he’d score tonight with one of these near-naked waitresses coming by. 
The shadowed worry that had been following him over the past few months hadn’t yet gone away. Granger couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that trouble was on its way and now sitting in this club, the shadow clinging to him with a deeper fervor, he knew it could all come back to Sadie. After all, it had all started with her. This feeling began the day he’d rescued her.
Granger adjusted himself and got comfortable in the plush booth, ready for the sweetest surveillance he’d ever done. If Sadie were here, he’d find her. There was no missing the hellfire with flaming red curls. He’d seen her through his scope when doing parameter watches during her sister’s Pronouncements, but had never seen her as up close and personal until the day of her rescue. Only then, she’d been a mess. He suspected she’d be more presentable in this little club tonight.
Madden gave him strict mission orders though. Hands off the merchandise. Granger was to inform Sadie of the latest risks and do what it took to bring her back to the compound. That man was no fun since he was mated.
The music stopped and the stage lights went on. Granger watched as at least a dozen women filed out onto the stage in tight corsets and tiny panties accented by heavy snow boots, fingerless mittens, and fuzzy hats. Apparently, someone had the wrong idea about winter apparel, but who was he to complain when the view was this spectacular? Granger surveyed the line of women on stage. His eyes moved back and forth twice before they locked on those blue eyes he remembered. Instead of sallow and tired, they were vibrant and bright. Her skin that had been caked
with mud and grime was now like porcelain, so clear she could’ve been a mannequin. He blinked and looked away as a rush of that same anxiousness washed through him. What the fuck?
When Granger looked back at the stage, Sadie was in the front line coming down the stairs. He was certain music was playing and that these women were dancing, but he’d developed tunnel vision. All he saw was his mate—without any doubt, it was his mate—with her bright flaming red hair now fringing her face, the hat she once wore on the floor, and the scarf no longer hiding her breasts. She stood before him in a shiny silver shelf bra that left nothing to the imagination of these men sitting around him.
Hell, no, his mate wasn’t going to parade around like that for all these men to see. His muscles shifted, his adrenaline surged as he determined the best course of action. He knew he shouldn’t cause a disruption. He needed to approach this as he would a mission. Yet every nerve in his body screamed at him to get up, grab his mate, throw her over his shoulder, and get the hell out of there.
A growl escaped his throat as he watched Sadie, his eyes never leaving her. Then despite the fact he was hidden away in a corner booth, her rich ocean blue eyes landed on him. They grew wide and he saw her breath catch. Oh yes, she recognized him as her mate too. That’s right, beautiful, you are all mine, Grander thought as he adjusted himself again. Damn jeans weren’t giving him any room for comfort now.
Sadie spun in rhythm with the other dancers, her tiny hips gyrating to the music just as she’d be doing to him as soon as he could get them the fuck out of here. She drifted across the room in erotically choreographed movements that would’ve been fantastic if it wasn’t that his mate was dancing in nearly nothing in a room full of men.
When the waitress came over with his drink, Granger asked how long the performance lasted and was relieved to hear there would be an intermission after only a half hour. He could wait that long. Then he’d take her and split. They had something to take care of before he brought her back to the compound. He took sips of his bourbon and then more deep breaths to calm his nerves. His hands itched to touch her, to feel those springy curls in his fingers as he kissed her lush pink lips. Well shit, this line of thinking wasn’t doing him any good. Maybe he should shoot
TEU a text to check in and let them know he’d located her.
Found her. In my sights. Everything good. Complication though.
He’d no sooner sent the message than the response came.
She’s your mate.
Fuck, how did they know? He shook his head, feeling like he’d just been set up.
You knew?
The text took longer this time.
Suspected. Stay in reserved suite until ready for return. No hurry.
Granger was closing his phone, shaking his head, when he looked up again to see Sadie standing right in front of his table, her hips swaying side to side with her torso bent back. She wasn’t watching him, but she most certainly had to know what she was doing to him. The damn woman before him now was nothing like the woman he’d rescued, nor did she look like the simple beauty he’d seen through his scope on a few occasions. Didn’t her file say her soul sin was sloth?
This Sadie, the dancer, was stunning.
Sadie rubbed the full length of her body against him even as he felt the unmistakable link solidify between them. His cock lengthened and tightened the pants he desperately needed to get out of. Enough was enough. Why was he holding back? This was fate. What would happen next was inevitable.
“Bed. Now. Before I take you standing up.” Granger’s husky words pushed abruptly through his gritted teeth.
Sadie paused a moment too long before moving so Granger swung her into his arms and stomped to the bedroom at the other end of the suite. Dropping her on the bed, he removed his clothes with a single thought.
“I need to be naked. I need my flesh to touch your flesh, with no barriers,” he explained. The blush on her cheeks was absolutely delightful.
Granger leaned over and took one of her legs into his hand and kissed each tiny, delicate painted toe.
She gasped when he sucked on her big toe, pulling into his mouth just as he planned to do to her nipples. Releasing it, he gave the same treatment to her other foot, her other toes. By the time he worked his way up her thighs, Sadie was flushed and heavy-lidded with desire. She was putty in his hands.
With his mate lying naked below him, Granger drank in the sight. He leaned down, kneeling over the edge of the bed, and breathed in her scent. It was musky, but held the subtle undertone of something sweet. Clean-shaven and with just a mere scrap along her center, he could see the pink, swollen folds as they grew wet. He blew out a breath and watched her muscles tense and relax. Then when he’d had enough, or when he needed more, he bit down into the fabric of her panties and pulled until he heard the threads snap.
With a clear view, Granger separated Sadie’s legs further and ran his nose along her core. He inhaled her scent and knew it would forever be his undoing. Then he tasted. With a single lick from back to front, he scooped up the moisture and drank it in. It was a feast for his soul as he felt something inside him shift. What the fuck?
Shaking off the distraction, he drew himself deeper into her, curling his tongue and using it to feel along her opening and inside the channel he’d soon fill. He lapped over and over until her folds were puffy and dark pink. Then he honed in on her clit, the tiny bundle of nerves protruding from the small hood at the top of her core.
Sucking the bundle into his mouth, Granger heard Sadie grow louder, heard her praying to the Goddess, but he wouldn’t let anything distract him. He was a man on a mission and he planned to have blast off any second now. Suck. Pull. Nibble. Moving his tongue and lips until he felt the tightening of her thighs and heard the scream she could no longer hold back.
Then, satisfied that he’d pleased her, Granger moved above Sadie to kiss her. They shared the flavor of her satisfaction on his tongue and lips. She eagerly lapped up the juices remaining on his face and despite believing his cock couldn’t get harder, it did.
I am crazy for this. Ho un debole per te.” Granger panted out the words as he flipped Sadie onto her stomach, lifted her ass in the air, and pressed his swollen cockhead against her moist folds.
She was ready, prepared,and there was no hope of delaying any further. Once he felt her relax into the feel of him so close to her, her back bow under his touch, Granger pushed forward. Slowly, ever-so-damn-slowly, he entered his mate. Each and every ripple, soft tissue, hard muscle, heated cream—Granger felt everything. It burned him, not just his dick, but something inside of him warmed. He felt tight, as if his skin was suddenly shrunk and too small to fit his body. He strained against the sensation and felt as if he’d burst. Holding still, fully seated inside Sadie, Granger’s arms held him completely above her so he could feel his chest on her back.
“Granger, don’t go slow, please.” Sadie’s plea snapped every synapse in Granger’s body to attention.
Shifting his weight, he pivoted his hips. Fast and furious, Granger took his mate. The heat and slide, the sounds of their cores connecting with each thrust, propelled him. He wasn’t being gentle. And while he hoped he was giving, right now his only thoughts were on taking. Taking his mate. Making his claim.
Paloma Beck is a Romance Author living a life of
contradiction… she’s a happily married carpooling mom writing steamy romance.
It’s almost naughty but she loves it! Paloma writes
both contemporary and paranormal romances that are anything but PG. She
published her first book in 2012 and hasn’t slowed down since. Look for more
information on her Website.
With her husband and
three sons, the Blue Ridge mountains have been her
home for nearly twenty years. There’s still a special place in her heart though
for New England where she spent her childhood. The lakes of Maine call her name
and someday she hopes to find her way back there.
believes a daily dose of coffee and a good book make
any day better.