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Thirteen Clans. Thirteen Males. One prize.
Winter Jarl is the most notorious female warrior of her species. Her father is chief, and he’s dying, so he’s cashed in on a promise she made long ago: he’s setting her up with an alpha from each of the thirteen clans before she takes over his position. Sentenced to a year of isolation, she will spend twenty-eight-days alone with each man. By the end of it, Winter must choose one to stand beside her. The challenge? She must be in love to produce an heir. Cycle Nine: Breaking Winter After being violated by magic, Winter lashes out at the new alpha in her home. He pushes and engages her in ways she is not yet ready for. But her wolf won’t let her keep him at arm’s length. Ash has never reacted to a female like this before, and he doesn’t know what to do when he can’t rely on his usual practices. Trained to be impartial, his instincts scream to protect Winter even though she doesn’t need him for that. But so long as she needs him... |
excerpt“It’s okay if you don’t like me, but I think I can help you if you let me.”
The stick thumped her in the thigh. She didn’t want to like him. Her heart wanted her to just stop already. To preserve some space for the men she liked, but was that fair to Ash? Was it fair to the men? Was it fair to her? Sweet tension told her to quit being childish. To let go of the grimy self-loathing last cycle left behind. Her wolf already knew him, the same as it’d known Torrent. Fuck, she couldn’t escape how much the alphas had affected her. “Who said I don’t like you?” *** Hope cut him open, and Ash struggled to keep his breath with the way his heart hammered. He reached for the weapon dangling from her hand, but she held onto it and met his gaze. “Do you know how to use them?” Her genuine curiosity undercut the threat. “No. I was going to put them away.” Standing this close to her squeezed the tension tighter. Her raw presence brushed against him with sweet friction. Mint and pine and rosemary made him fight for control he never knew he needed. He’d believed he mastered the skill of care without bias, then he showed up at her door. Winter’s deep breath distracted him. “I’m not done with them yet.” Emotion churned in her, and if it wasn’t because of him, because of this physical reaction, it was something he wanted to help her with. Ash’s best option was to retreat and let her burn off the emotion before probing her again. After another hesitation, he released the stick and took a few steps back. Her attention sparked a livewire along his skin as he leaned by the door. When she understood that he wasn’t leaving, she switched arms and launched into another frenzy of fluid movement. Best to keep things balanced, he supposed. Every move made him itch to grab ahold of Winter. Ash wanted to sink his hands in her hair and press into her—to spread her sweat across his own skin. Gods, he was unprepared for her. Even with the warnings, she was brilliant to watch. When she finished, Winter put her nunchucks away and stopped in front of him since he blocked the door. Hair clung to her forehead, cheek, and neck. Her skin was pink from the exertion. “Please don’t tell me I’m beautiful right now.” Winter plucked the thought straight from his brain. He wanted to do just that. “Okay.” Instead, he brushed the hair off her cheek. It made him want so much more. Heat zapped him as his fingers traced around her ear, jaw, and the peek of her throat above her collar. Her mouth parted, breath quick, and eyes dilated. Ash leaned in slow, but she stiffened and slipped past him. He sucked in a hard breath once she’d gone, only partly disappointed. He’d only been here for a couple of days. Their attraction to each other was obvious, so he could wait. |
fourteen-part erotic paranormal romance serial launching ever 28 days in 2022
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Thirteen Clans. Thirteen Males. One prize. Winter Jarl is the most notorious female warrior of her species. Her father is chief, and he’s dying, so he’s cashed in on a promise she made long ago: he’s setting her up with an alpha from each of the thirteen clans before she takes over his position. Sentenced to a year of isolation, she will spend twenty-eight-days alone with each man. By the end of it, Winter must choose one to stand beside her. The challenge? She must be in love to produce an heir. Cycle One: Chasing Winter When Winter's oath comes due, she isn't ready to give up her freedom, her body, or her future. Too bad her nature won't be doing her any favors. Thunder is young and inexperienced and the first to encounter Winter Jarl’s deadly sexuality. But he's got a bucket list of positions he wants to take her in, and he's willing to face her wrath just to check each one off. |
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Autumn Lishky is a quiet, little woman with a big, loud imagination, and a dirty one at that. Living in the Oklahoma City area, she has worked various jobs from pizza delivery girl to night host at a funeral home, but no matter the nature of her income, she is always lost in a world of fantastic sex.
But be forewarned, these won’t be your normal erotic scenes. This may be more than mere BDSM. Dirty Little Love is for the wicked, for the fantasies, for sex that crosses that accepted societal norm. |
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