Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 4)

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As a little teaser, I am going to post on my blog the first chapter to each of the five short stories in my latest release. I have loved these characters for quite some time. I’m so happy to be sharing them with my followers.

Charlie’s Activation is Book 4 and tells the story of Charles Hitchens. The story of the youngest member of the crew and his surprise initiation into the field agent status. His unlikely partner surprises him when she goes against her “sex and nothing more” rule. He was all for it because he can’t have anything serious in his life even if it is the best experience he’s ever had. Is it willing to let go of it just because his hands are tied? 

Here is chapter one:

“Hold on a minute! You want me to impersonate a captain. I’m a petty officer. Do you know what that means?”

Charlie’s voice raised an octave as the details of the mission were relayed to him by the lead dog in charge, Brian “Ghost” Wallace. This was something he’d been wanting for the last two years. Taking off to save Brian and Trig a few months back finally nudged his superior officer in the right direction. It helped that every other member of the team endorsed his request. He was finally taking point on an op and he was scared shitless. He was especially frightened to death of the fact that he was being sent in impersonating a rank well above his pay grade.

“Yes. I know damn well what that means. Who better to impersonate someone of that caliber than a person that has had to take orders from one?”

Ghost looked as if he were running short on patience. Charlie hated when the head of the crew got like that. It usually meant that there would be hell to pay for someone soon. He didn’t need this opportunity to be snatched away before he was able to showcase what he’d learned from each of the members of the team and prove that he was more than a fact checker.

It still didn’t stop him from feeling a great desire to piss himself in that moment. He had to stop his thoughts from going the way they were. There was a lot riding on the information that he needed to obtain. He was going to have to get over himself. Charlie just had to make one more attempt at getting the magnitude of his “part” out into the open. It was more for his benefit than anyone else’s.

“I don’t think you get this. I’ve always been that guy in the background. I’ve never been at the forefront because I didn’t want to be the focus of anyone’s attention. I think I might be happy staying in the place of the follower.”

With an exasperated sigh, Ghost stood and began to make his way around the large conference room table.

“Charlie Boy. Charles. The team needs this. You are going to have to be the one to do this. We’re counting on you. Plus, you won’t be totally alone.”

“Really? You just said that no one else on the team can go in because they’re all too well known. Plus, half the team is too pregnant to enter the fray. Who else do you have? What ace in the hole is getting ready to take on the role of my sidekick?”

Just then a leggy blonde with honey tones in her skin and hair walked into the room. The waves of that hair fell around her shoulders. The hazel brown of her eyes sparkled like jewels. Charles’ body was at full attention and in major response mode as the curvaceous woman sauntered into the room.

Ace is exactly what he was thinking. Just so you know I’m nobody’s sidekick, sweetheart. Hey Ghost. Missed you.”

Charlie didn’t miss the “humph” that came from Isa’s direction. Neither did her husband, if the playful smirk that crossed his lips was any indicator.

“Yeah, I know, Ace, with every bullet thus far. Charles Hitchens meet Sabrina Allen. She will be going on this op with you as our in-house back up. Ace, Charles Hitchens or Charlie Boy needs to lead on this one. You can cue him, but it is his to work. He knows the territory better than you do.”

Brian moved to stand next to Trig and they shared a look. Charlie didn’t understand it, but Ghost nodded in response to whatever the unspoken statement was.

“I just bet he does. Can’t wait to see what kind of hands on approach happens with this one.”

Sabrina moved directly in front of Charlie and deliberately rubbed her body against his. There may have been some snickers, but he didn’t hear them because all functioning organs shut down as one rose to the occasion.

“Oh shit! Charlie Boy is in trouble. Dammit, if I weren’t already in love then I might …”

“Please Hounder finish that thought. I want you to finish that statement as I tote around yet another growth of your sperm in my belly. It will be your last statement and child.”

“Retract the claws, Sharp baby. You might want to be a little nicer to me this time around. Tommy Jr. looks exactly like me. Do you want our little girl looking the same?”

Wellsie smirked and produced her knife.

“I don’t mind the looks, handsome. It’s the nature of the man that I call into question. If what’s mine goes hunting elsewhere, believe me, you’ll wish you never had.”


“Well, now we know how she got her name.”

Sabrina’s smile was huge as she turned her wattage in Hounder’s direction.

“Hell yes! I knew I was going to love it here. Are all of the women as fiery as she is? If so, I’m about to have a fucking blast!” Sabrina pumped her fist in the air before turning and grabbing hold to Charlie’s collar. “Come on, Charlie Boy. Let’s get to your training. Everything we do has to be second nature if this thing is going to be believable. I suggest we fuck to get the sexual tension out of the way. See you later, guys.”

Charlie felt like his balls were in his throat. Hounder’s nervous chuckle let him know that Wellsie hadn’t removed the blade from the base of the man’s nut sack. Trig’s tip of the hat said he knew better than to speak with Sam in the area. Apparently, Brian was immune to Sabrina’s charms or Isa’s presence ensured his inability to respond.

Instead, Brian called the rest of the team back into the main conference room. Some had dispersed to make some phone calls as part of their information gathering projects. No one else appeared to care that the woman who was just introduced to the group had stated the two of them, he and she, were getting ready to fuck and “get it over with.”

He should be worried, but he wasn’t. No, Charlie was on high alert and hopeful that this woman would make good on her statement.

Sabrina led them to a fancy town car equipped with a driver. The man nodded in response to the woman’s nod. She slid in first allowing her exposed legs to be the last thing in the backseat of the car. Her already short black skirt slid further up her legs. The view had Charlie trying his damndest not to swallow his own tongue. As soon as he was seated, she pushed a lever to put up the partition that blocked the view of the driver to the backseat.

“Morris, thirty minutes then to the place. Yes?”

“Yes ma’am,” was the driver’s immediate response before he disappeared behind the dark glass.

“Okay. Let’s see.”

She moved like a cat. Her mouth was on his and her tongue was sweeping in before the glass was completely in place. She moaned softly and he jumped in his pants.

“Like that, do you?”

Her hand had been placed on the seat, right between his thighs. She must have felt the movement. That same hand moved to undo his belt, jean button, then his zipper. Her hand was on him and stroking his length as if she held ownership of it. In that moment, she might as well have tattooed her name on it because he damn sure wasn’t any longer in control. When her mouth descended, he groaned. With the first flick of her tongue, he almost jolted out of his seat. The motion had him just that excited. He’d never had a woman as forward with him as she was.

They’d known each other five minutes and she already had hold of his balls. The beauty of the warmth of her mouth and the little flicks of the head of him had him wanting more. Charlie groaned and felt the tickle of her breath as she chuckled. His hands were in her hair as she moved to take him fully into her mouth. Sabrina let him guide her for a few moments before she took control of her motions again.

Lifting her head, she moved to sit back on the seat. Slipping her panties off, she guided his hand between her legs. One leg fell to the back of the seat, as the other hung off the other side. He was allowed to stroke and thumb her clit before having two of his fingers licked by her sensationally warm tongue, then guided between her legs and deep within her. After a few moments, she led those same fingers to his mouth and had him suck them off before taking them into her own. She produced a condom and put it on before straddling him. Once she was there, Sabrina kissed him long and hard. All he could do was enjoy the ride. Keeping a steady yet fast pace, they both soon fell into a feeling of fucking oblivion. He came down from the high of his embarrassingly quick orgasm to her fixing her skirt. She slid him back into the security of his briefs before sliding her panties into his pocket.

“That was fucking hot,” he breathed out.

“But wait, there’s more.”

The car stopped. Had it been thirty minutes already? She stepped from the car and walked around to his side. When they had both exited the car, he realized they were in front of a townhouse. It was a pretty standard looking home from the outside. Taking his hand, she led him up the stairs to the porch. Producing a key from a purse he hadn’t realized she had, she unlocked the door. Before the door was secured, she was pulling clothes from her body.

“You can have me any way you want me today, tonight, and tomorrow morning. Every surface in this house is available for your use. After that, we get down to business. I figure, if we’re selling possessiveness, then you have to possess me. You can’t do that if you don’t know every inch of my body like the back of your hand. Now strip, Charlie Boy, and fuck me until you can’t fuck me anymore then fuck me again.”

“With pleasure.”

For the next thirty-three hours, that is what he did. There wasn’t a surface of that two-story home that hadn’t been touched by one or more parts of their body.

“Fuck if that shit wasn’t the best I’ve ever had. I’m going to allow you another hour, Petty Officer. I need to know when I ache it’s because I’ve been filled by you.”

“More than a mouthful. It doesn’t matter which opening you take me. I’ll fill it as many times as you want me to.”

“I can definitely vouch for that.”

His lips met hers and he couldn’t get between her legs fast enough. Their phones rang simultaneously as he began to take her against the wall of the main hall. He was pounding into her as the familiar ringtone that said Brian was calling rang out in the house. They shared a look that said they weren’t stopping until they’d climaxed. His first thought was for them to finish what they’d started, but knew that they didn’t have time for those kinds of antics. They would both have to settle for one more climax before hightailing it back to headquarters.

“Harder. Please, Charlie Boy. Just a little bit …”

“Come on. You’re there. I know what’s mine. Give. Me. My. Fucking. REWARD!”

They both detonated at the same time their phones began to ring again.

“Damn, if he doesn’t have perfect timing.”

Charlie slid from her and felt a slight bit of pride mixed with shame as he felt the evidence that he hadn’t been wearing a condom begin to run down her thigh. He looked at Sabrina and she just shrugged.

“We will deal with that when it becomes an issue. I am not going to say I regret any parts of what just happened. It felt too damn good to say it was wrong.”

With that, she turned to grab her ringing phone from the floor. He swatted her ass making her yelp as she answered.


He walked over and slid his hand under her chin. Kissing her, he moved to hit the speaker icon on her phone.

“… enough time. I hope the two of you have completed your fuck fest because we’ve got work to do. Your asses need to be clothed and here within twenty. Done?”

“Yes Sir.”

Both had responded at the same time. He could just see Brian shaking his head. The line went dead right after they responded.

“I believe I need to get you clean, Ace. I want to put one in the hole before I do that.”

“We have twenty minutes. I don’t think …” she looked down and changed her response. “Never mind. Let’s get that pole working, shall we?”

As promised, they were in the offices in twenty minutes. Their hair was still wet, but they were both clean, clothed and beyond satisfied.

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Blackguard Hunters Series by Ellie Keys (First Chapters – 2)

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As a little teaser, I am going to post on my blog the first chapter to each of the five short stories in my latest release. I have loved these characters for quite some time. I’m so happy to be sharing them with my followers.

Belinda’s Mission is Book 2 and tells the story of Belinda Banneker. She is a hard-nosed, fierce female that doesn’t take any mess from anyone. B.B. walked away from a man that she was too afraid to be with. Working closely with him and dealing with a blast from her past doesn’t help matters. Will she be able to handle both of these situations and not lose herself to the fear that caused her to run the first time around?

Here is chapter one:

The Seduction – Chapter 1


Belinda stood at the front door of the offices of J.H.C. Inc. and couldn’t help staring at the wall. The moniker mounted in the center of the wall was something that paid homage to Brian Wallace’s time as a Marine. He was their “Lead Dog” and the man that decided to turn something derogatory into something good. He was good like that. The man always had been and always would be. She smiled at the thought of what this building represented.

The men and women that roamed the halls and held offices on the third floor of the building couldn’t be more different, but they were united for one common goal. That goal was to protect those who came seeking their aide. The honor code the Jarhead Hunting Crew held dear spilled over into the motto of the company.

Finding those that don’t want to be found and some who need to be. Honor, Loyalty, and Commitment to the cause. That’s our decree.

B.B. was proud to part of the team. Her purpose for the day was to get a certain team member to have some form of outward reaction to her. The man was working her last nerve. She was growing tired of trying to get him to see her.

On that day, she’d opted for fitted jeans and a v-neck shirt. Both were dark in color. One was looser than the other. She kind of hated herself for feeling the need to wear anything slightly enticing, but there was a man in the office that needed to be reminded of who she was. Her long, waist-length hair shined a gorgeous hue of red as she walked in the front door. It hung loose and swept against her ass as she moved. Her masculine combat boots were traded for a heeled version and her hardened, almost goth-like make-up was softened.

If one were to flash back eight or nine years, they would’ve found the look had been her staple. It had been the way she looked when she’d first crossed paths with one, Mr. Elijah Reynolds, Prophet to the crew. The clean cut, buttoned-up way he dressed had caught her attention even then. He’d been beautiful, a light when her world was dark and ugly. Why then had she run as fast as her feet could carry her in the direction opposite of where he was waiting for her? It was the fear of leaning on him for her happiness that had her running as far away from that Miami beach as she possibly could.

Belinda had been there. She’d been dressed in a gorgeous white dress with lace—one that still hung in a bag in the back of her closet—with the gentle summer breeze softly lifting the hem of her calf-length dress. Her hair had been styled in soft waves by her friend, Kitty. The woman had followed her all over the world without a second thought. Katherine Milton had stated on many occasions that her “big ass” didn’t have anything else to do in her twenties.

“Why in fuck wouldn’t I take the chance on my friend and attempt to enjoy all this world has to offer? Your ass didn’t marry the ‘pope man’ and allow me to live vicariously through you. If you do, then we settle down. I’ll go ahead and let one of these guys chasing my tits around the globe saddle me with some babies while you get your freak on with Prophet.”

Forever the hopeless romantic, Kitty would never let go of the notion that she and Eli would get back together. Belinda didn’t hold out for that to become a truth. There was so much that had happened, so much time had passed, and so many things kept secret that she couldn’t even hope for a reconciliation to be an option. Yet, there she stood, looking like her former self, and heading into an office where the very man worked. She took a deep breath and flipped open the paper to take her mind off of what she’d put into motion. The headline caught her eye.

Victim Seeks to Find Attacker

Brooklyn Hamilton and her brother have decided to put their attacker’s crime out front for all to see. They are asking for any information on the whereabouts of this man.

“That ignorant bitch,” she said as she walked in the door.

Thomas “Hounder” Madison and all of his Cuban hotness looked up from the magazine he’d been thumbing through to see who’d walked in the door. When he saw it was her, he just smirked.

“Feeling better, I see, B.B.”

“Don’t say another word, Hounder, or you’ll be Thomas for the rest of the week.”

The smile on his face faltered as Trevor “Trig” Marshall and Brian “Ghost” Wallace chuckled. They came out of one of the smaller meeting rooms as she walked the hall of offices to get to her own.

“That wasn’t very nice, B.B. I was genuinely asking out of concern. You don’t have to go pulling out my first name on me.”

“What is he whining about now?” Samantha “Taps” Davis asked as she came out of the exam room that was the second space in the “Hall of offices.”

The first office was Eli’s, as to be expected since he was the one that kept security on point. There was an undetectable scanner built into the walls, floor, and ceiling overhead as each person took a step in the main hall. Alarms sounded if unregistered weapons crossed the walk. The exam room was the space next door to Eli’s office. Next door to that was Isa’s office then Brian’s office and then the major conference room at the end of the hall. All of that was on the right.

As a person walked the hall on the left would be Wellsie’s, Hounder’s, B.B.’s then Trig’s offices before one hit the turn in the hallway just outside of the main conference room. The hall continued and led to the kitchen, lounge, printing station, the Tech room, artillery or weapons room, locker/recreation area and Charlie Boy’s office. That was pretty much the third floor and offices of J.H.C. Inc.

The other spaces owned by the J.H.C. company were housed on the second floor. The spa, workout area, and additional office space was on located there. All of it was wired into a computer system that sent live feeds to Eli’s computer and was armed with the highest tech in security because Proph was a fucking genius.

Thinking of Eli caused her to snap back to reality. While she was lost in thought, apparently Brian had entered the exam room next to Sam’s office. Eli and Brian exited the room at the same moment.

It was odd that the two guys were coming out of the doctor’s exam room instead of one of the offices or the conference room. It was even more interesting if the person in the room was who she thought it was.

“Not whining,” Hounder yelled up the hall then grumbled something under his breath.

“Nothing important,” B.B. stated as she determined what was going on. “How’s Wellsie doing?”

“Stubborn as hell and even more frustrating.”

Hounder stood leaning next to the door with his arms folded, peering down at the two of them. B.B. did a double take then gave Sam a look of question. She hadn’t expected Hounder to be standing that close to her. The downfall of dealing with the lot of this crew is each of their ability to be stealthy. Looking at the crease in his forehead, B.B. figured out what his issue was. Well, the issue besides her giving him grief.

“That’s what has you on edge. Your girl is getting to you.”

B.B. smiled at the usually cool, calm, and flirty Cuban. He and Wellsie had been together for a couple months prior to anyone finding out about the two of them being their own little unit. All were even more surprised to learn that she was carrying his baby. Ever since that day, they’d been two halves of a whole and the cutest in-house pairing next to Brian and Isa.

Wellsie “One Shot” Sharp was officially in the final month of her pregnancy and Hounder was losing his fucking mind. Every time she moved funny or had a hitch in her breath, the man was on edge. He was driving Wellsie to want to kick his ass and kiss him stupid all at the same time. She loved and loathed how attentive he was.

“This time it was good for him to be on edge. I’m not an OB/GYN, but I know when a woman is in labor. You were right, Hounder, she’s in the early stages of labor and her contractions have just started. Your babies are trying to make an early appearance.”

“Babies?” B.B. asked.

If they were having more than one, then that was news to her. Had she been that out of the loop that she’d missed the announcement that Wellsie was having more than one baby? The Hamilton case had been her main focus over the last few months, especially since she believed that it was tied to her stalker. Eli’s rich, smooth voice had her fighting her body not to react. She fought like hell not to tremble at his proximity or his sexy as fuck sound.

“Yes, Ball Buster, they are having twins. They announced it a couple of months ago. You’ve been a little …”

She didn’t know why but her immediate response was to defend herself.

“Preoccupied doing my job? Yes, I know. Thank you for the breakdown. Congrats! I’m assuming a bus is …”

Just as she was speaking, the quick beep sounded to let them know that the ambulance was in the bay area on the main floor. Inwardly, she chastised herself for opening her big mouth with a snarky response. Eli only smirked in response but it was enough to make her want to retract her statement. That wasn’t the response she’d wanted from him.

Hounder’s hand motion snapped her out of her inner browbeating.

“Gotta go, guys.”

Hounder’s eyes were lit with glee and his stance was one of a nervous father-to-be. He took off for the elevator as Sam opened the door to a very pregnant Wellsie being assisted by Isa and Charlie Boy into a wheelchair. B.B. was surprised Hounder hadn’t been in the room.

“Fuck! Thomas Emory Madison, I’m going to fucking kill you for making me go through this,” Wellsie screamed. “I had a plate of crab legs waiting on me.”

On second thought, maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t in there with her.

“I know, babe. I made them for you,” he called from the elevator.

“Don’t you ‘babe’ me. I’m not some fucking cutesy pig. Are you implying I’m a porker? I’ll have you know that this weight is the weight from your fucking babies, asshole. You couldn’t just get me pregnant, could you? Had to have your fucking super sperm hit me with a damn double whammy about to split my fucking ass in two, didn’t you?” Wellsie tilted her head and they quickly learned that no one was safe from her wrath. “What the fuck are you two behemoths laughing at? I feel bad for the two that fuck you. Can you imagine the size of those fucking kids? I’m surprise Isa’s shit knit back to-fucking-gether. Sam watch out! Fuuuck! This shit hurts. Hounder, you and that fucking fat ass cock are not getting anywhere near me or any of my holes again. I don’t care if I beg for it. The women of this office better remind themselves of this SHIT. RIGHT. FUCKING. HERE!” The group walked onto the elevator with a screaming Wellsie. After a few moments, things were quiet before her soft, pain-filled voice could be heard again. “Hounder, come here and hold my hand. Baby, please.”

He was there before she finished saying his name.

“I’m here, One. I’m here. You are …”

He began their phrase.

“My one, my only … my everything, as you are …”

Wellsie breathed out while leaning her head against his shoulder and breathing.

“Mine. Always …”

“And FOREVER. I think your fucking babies are trying to rip their way out of me, T. Baby, I’m going to have be knocked out if this shit feels like this now.”

“Don’t,” Isa said to Sam as the elevator doors closed.

B.B.’s phone buzzed with a message. It was from Brian.

Brian W.: Hamiltons coming in. two hours max. Once Wells is settled. Team will return. Discuss stats if no one back yet.

Brooklyn and her older brother, Landon, had practically moved into an apartment that the team kept not far from the offices. It was supposed to be a place for the team to crash if they didn’t want to make the trips to their respective homes. Each of them had a locker in the rec center locker room and a “go” bag in their offices. That spot allowed them a place to go and take a breath if needed. Working with the tough as nails group that she did made that apartment a more than necessary expense just like the recreation center or their weapons room.

B.B. was happy to know that she was going to be the one to meet with the Hamiltons. She had some choice words for that little female. With everything that was going on, no one else could possibly have had the opportunity to read the morning paper. It was then that she realized she was left in the offices with the Italian.

“Brian says the Hamiltons will be in soon. I’ve got some stuff to take care of before Brook gets here.”

The lobby area was so quiet that B.B. felt like she’d been talking to herself. B.B. turned to discover that she actually had been because the man she’d been talking to hadn’t heard a word she’d said. His eyes were focused on her ass. When she turned and gave him her front, his eyes traveled up to the swell of her breasts. Outwardly rolling her eyes, but inwardly doing a little dance, she started to walk by him.

“Lindy, did you dress for me?” he asked while following her to her office.

“You wish, Proph, and don’t call me that name,” she said as she continued up the hallway toward her office

“I do, Lindy. You know I do. It’s the reason I asked you to give me a sign to let me know that you’re ready for all I’m ready to give.”

“That statement sounds like more than just the second chance you proposed.”

B.B. had stopped at her desk and turned to face him. Eli stepped directly in front of her and looked down into her eyes. The hypnotizing pools of his deep blue eyes had her thinking of night skies. It had her thinking of all of the nights he’d made love to her on the beach that they’d planned to get married on. Why in the hell had she thought of that with this man just inches away from her?

“It is, Belinda. It so fucking is more. Say. The. Word.”

She’d cast her gaze to the floor after the thoughts of their previous time together had taken her in a direction she shouldn’t go. Upon hearing his usually serious voice growl out a command aimed at her, she had to admit that her grip tightened on the desk she’d been leaning against. Her focus went back to his eyes. Those eyes were filled with heat and something else. It was the something else that had her nodding her head.

“Oh no, Belinda. I want the words.”

“Yes, Eli.”

The plea that had been a subtle version of the response she truly wanted to give him to the look he gave her became a full on blaze of heat that he unleashed in the taking of her mouth. The kiss was full of everything. She could feel the joy, the hope, and the ever pressing need to have them connected. When she moved to grab hold to his ass, she was met with slightly exposed flesh. As she tried to pull back so she could catch a glimpse of what it was that she’d been missing all of these years, he moved with her. Her pants and boy shorts were being pulled off of her ass. He broke the kiss long enough to snatch her clothing down her legs.

“Lindy, shit. I can’t stop.”

He had just stood again and pressed against her. When she opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, he took control of it again before pressing himself between her legs. Pulling her knees up around his waist, he moved forward. His hand moved between them and she felt him. Every last inch of him pressed into her and she groaned. This groan had an added moan to it because she was disappointed with the fact that she didn’t get the chance to see him all large, extended, and fully in charge of what was about to go down between them.

“Eli. Yeeeesssss! I sooooooo missed this.”

Eli rocked into her as she grabbed hold to a handful of his hair and kissed him with everything that she had. He slowly rocked into her then pulled out. He repeated those motions until she was sure she’d fucking levitated off the desk and was floating on a cloud.

“No, no, Lindy. You don’t get to escape me. I want you here with me. I want you to feel every motion, every emotion, every wave of ecstasy as I take us into oblivion. When I swell to release, I want your walls to clamp down and drain all that I have into you. We’re then going to do this shit all over again so you’ll never attempt to do what you did to me before … ever again. This is my time and you will stay with me in this moment, while feeling me well into next week. Got me?” he growled as he switched his trajectory, making her body arch as delicious waves of pleasure crashed through her body over and over again.

“Fuck yes! I GOT YOOOUUU!”

She couldn’t help the scream that felt like it was ripped from her throat. Her vocal chords were straining with the force of the release.

“That … that was magnifico, bella amore. Let’s see if I can get another before I coat perfection with my essence, yes?”

Her beautiful Italian didn’t slow his pace one bit. He rode out her climax and carried her already satisfied ass into another state of bliss. Only then did he allow himself to join her. He held her legs apart as he’d watched their bodies join. She couldn’t help but watch as well when he’d smiled with glee before slamming into her and grinding into her. His deep penetration affirmed that she would feel him for at least the next week. When he finally tumbled over into sated bliss, he kissed her. It was a promise of more where that came from. Feeling him fill her was enough to send her into her third orgasm.

As she came back down, she noticed that his attention wasn’t completely on her. He was wearing a sexy smirk that said he’d been watching her for a little bit before she returned from her blissful cloud.

“Where are they?” she heard the familiar voice ask.

Her eyes were as big as plates when she looked at the smug look on Eli’s face. He didn’t make a move to slide out of her. In fact, the only move he made was a twitch of his dick and an arching of his eyebrow when she made to move.

B.B.’s mind was reeling. She was trying to figure out what she could say when her office door was flung open and they were literally caught with their pants down. The two of them would not hear the end of it and they would be the butt of every joke for the next … well, forever. Anytime some similar situation was brought up this would be the incident everyone would refer back to. Attempting to move again, she tightened her thighs then lifted her leg to try and pull her leg around his solid body. Sometime during the second round, he’d pulled his shirt over his head. The t-shirt was around his neck and shoulders, which meant his amazing chest and abs were on display for her to see.

“Please move more for me. It gets me that much more excited,” he whispered as she felt him grow more between her legs.

Dipping his head, he nibbled on her nipple through her clothes. His motion locked her leg in place as he rubbed his thumb along the area of her body that wasn’t filled or covered by his lower half. The gentle swirling motion coupled with the feel of his teeth made her bite back a moan. B.B. groaned and he shushed her.

“You don’t want him to know what I’m doing to you, do you?”

He swiveled his hips and she felt the delicious feeling of him being accepted within her depths again. How in the hell was it possible for her to want him so soon after he’d just taken her?

“Eli … mmm … he’s going to know … yesss … mmm, hmm … he’s going to know any minute anyway.  Fuck … that feels good,” she moaned as he quickened his motions and swallowed her next words.

A knock sounded on the door, yet Eli continued his stroke as if he didn’t care that someone was getting ready to walk in the office and expose them for all they were worth. They were two horny as fuck adults giving in to their base needs. B.B. tried to pull her mouth away from his intoxicating kiss, but he grabbed hold to the back of her neck and kept her in place. Rubbing against that sweet spot she tried to moan her displeasure at his continuation of their coupling, but it only sounded like an approval.

B.B. didn’t think it was physically possible, but Eli drove deeper within her. His massaging of her exposed breast made her want her next orgasm as much as she wanted her next breath.

The knock came again and the handle jiggled as she felt the sign of need for release rising.

“Hey B.B., I know you probably don’t want to be bothered since your door is locked and all, but will you let Proph know when he comes back from wherever he went that the info he and Ghost asked me to pull on the Hamilton case is on the external drive under ‘ham.’ Thanks. Gotta go. Hounder’s waiting for Wellsie’s bag.”

Eli continued as if they hadn’t been about to be busted. He waited for the closing of the elevator doors before he made a sound by picking up the pace. As their bodies slapped together, he kept his eyes glued to hers. She knew hers had to register shock and awe. The focus he had told her that he wouldn’t be able to speak to her for at least another few minutes. It was fine with her. She could wait him out while having some of the best sex she’d had in years.

He pumped into her awaiting heat a few more times before he growled then groaned, giving of himself over to his orgasm. The muscles of his neck tightened and he braced his hands on the desk on either side of her as he bucked then slammed into her once more. She could feel the thrust, her walls clamping down on him, and their combined release between them.

She didn’t speak until she knew she had his full attention.

“When in the hell did you lock the door?”

He chuckled before kissing her.

“When I walked through it and made sure to close it behind me. I knew I would have all of this splendor before me. I didn’t know hellfire was going to be so open and ready for me. My Hellfire had some heat she needed to release. I’ll gladly put out the flame anytime you’re ready.”

“You think I’m such a sure thing.”

“Oh, I know you are. In fact, I’m going to prove it to you. On the sofa, Hellfire. Face forward, on your knees and spread those perfect thighs. I will feast then I will extinguish. You’ve kept me waiting far too long. We should have this shit figured out and in place already. Don’t fret, amore, we’ll talk after I’ve had my fill. Now, assume the position.”

Eli had his fill, all right, his and a couple other people’s fill. By the time the Hamiltons arrived, B.B. was practically delirious and couldn’t focus. She had no inkling how she made it through the meeting. Eli tore Brooklyn a new asshole for her. Apparently, B.B. hadn’t been the only one to read that morning’s paper.

“You’ll need to follow every rule now. There will be no leeway given. You’ve painted a huge target on both of your backs. You’ve also ruined the element of surprise we had going.”

“I understand, Mr. Reynolds. I just …”

B.B. tried not to giggle. It was weird hearing anyone refer to Elijah as “Mr.” anything. In the mode that he was in, there was no reasoning with him or explaining anything. She knew firsthand.

“No. I get what you wanted, but you hired this company to do a job. You need to allow us the necessary time to do what we were asked to do. There is a lot riding on this and there are a great many people whose lives are at stake. This isn’t a game.  It’s reality. It’s a reality that is dangerous and could get a lot a people hurt if you aren’t willing to play your part as you were instructed to.”

The Hamiltons didn’t speak again until they were saying goodbye to B.B. and Eli. As soon as they were out the front door, Eli had her pinned against the door and her clothes were being worked off of her body.

“Needy much?” she asked as he hooked her leg over his shoulder.

Before he buried his face in between her legs, he looked up and responded.

“Greedy much? Hell yes, I am. Too many years I’ve waited to have at you. I’m going to have as many helpings as I want and you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”

Any futher response that she could’ve given died on her lips the moment that his mouth was attached to her most sensitive area. Yeah, she would enjoy every last moment of him reacquainting himself with her body and would never utter one complaint. B.B. was in heavenly bliss with every way Eli showed her how much he missed her.

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Five hot and steamy romances.

Ten lives changed

One book that will tug at your heartstrings and kick the temperature up ten notches. Get ready!

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#EllieKeys Honor Anthology (New Release)

Title: Honor Anthology
Author: Emily Snow, Chelsea Camaron, MJ Fields, Daryl Banner, Lacey Black, S.M. Donaldson, Misha Elliott, Ellie Keys, Amanda Lanclos, Ryan Michele, and Dawne Walters
Release Date: May 30, 2016
All Proceeds Donated to Honor the Sacrifice Charity

For Memorial Day 2016, eleven authors have come together to honor those who lost their lives while defending our freedom. Enjoy eleven brand new military-themed stories, which may contain a few familiar faces. 

Through happiness, struggles, love, loss, appreciation, and sorrow, these stories will leave you red hot and wanting more. 

All proceeds from the sales of The Honor Anthology will be donated to the Honor the Sacrifice charity. 

*Contains adult language and content not suitable for readers under the age of 18* 


To honor, assist and raise support for our Veterans, active Warriors and their Families who sacrifice so much through selfless service to our nation.




Includes stories from: 
NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Emily Snow 
USA Today Bestselling authors Chelsea Camaron and MJ Fields 
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#EllieKeys Third Base by Heidi McLaughlin (Cover Reveal)

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Ethan Davenport is already Boston’s most eligible bachelor. In his second season with the Boston Renegades he has set his eyes on the girl behind the visitors’ dugout.

That girl is Daisy Robinson, a journalism student at the University of Boston and a die-hard Renegades fan.
But with new found love comes challenges and Ethan and Daisy have to deal with his crazy schedule, school finals and his presence on her campus for some much needed media training.

For Ethan nothing can come between him and Daisy, until a secret that she’s been keeping threatens to destroy them both.

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Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.

Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.

When she’s isn’t writing one of the many stories planned for release, you’ll find her sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games


#EllieKeys 31 Days of Authors – Ruth Cardello


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When I think of authors I can contact to give me an honest opinion or some sage advice, Ruth Cardello is one of them. She is one of the authors that I know I can contact and will receive a response, no matter how busy she is. This author is one of the people that I know will assist in promoting and volunteer swag, items, or her time. She is one of the most giving individuals and I will support her as long as there is breath in my body. Here is her interview:

EK– My message to all the authors: Thank you so very much for being willing to sign up to do this interview. I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to get to know you, share your thoughts, and highlight your work.

EK:  What is your pen name?

    1. Is it different from the name on your birth certificate?
    2. How did you come up with your pen name?

Ruth Cardello:  Sadly, or proudly, my pen name is my real name. When I first started self-publishing in 2011 I never dreamed I would become a full-time author. I used my name so my friends and family could find my books. Every once in a while I wish I had a pen name so I could write something really naughty, but the rest of the time I think it’s pretty damn cool to see my real name on the New York Times bestseller’s list.

EK:  Does your work fit into one genre? If not, tell us about it. If so, do the same.

Ruth Cardello:  I write spicy contemporary romances about billionaires and cowboys. I call them bathtub reads. They’re fun, sexy, escapism romances about hot alpha men and the strong women who tame them.

EK:   What is the title of your most recent or upcoming release?

Ruth Cardello:  My next release is called Taken Home. It’s the third book in my Lone Star Burn series. Although the series is based in Texas, the hero is a movie star turned senator from California. Playboy meets virgin. Fun stuff. As with all my books, there is a strong central theme of family and healing.

EK:  What inspired this work?

Ruth Cardello: I love to write about hot men with troubled pasts. Mason is just such a man. He finds a second chance and a home when he falls for Chelle.

EK:  What is your favorite thing about writing?

Ruth Cardello:  I love when a story takes on a life of its own and my only job is to type it as fast as I can get it down on paper. That usually happens as soon as the characters come to life for me. Page one is painful for me. As I move through the book the people become real to me and, by the time I end the story, I’m sad to say goodbye to them. (<- I love this answer)

EK: Now for the fun stuff …

EK:  What is your favorite snack while taking a much needed author break?

Ruth Cardello: I’m allergic to chocolate or that might be my sweet of choice. I usually reach for a fruit or popcorn.

EK: What is one of the craziest things you’ve done in your life?

Ruth Cardello:  Online dating back when it wasn’t done. It worked out for me, though, because that’s how I met my husband. He was station in Japan and was hoping to connect with someone back home. At the time we lived one town apart. Small world. We talked on the phone for months. My friends thought I was crazy to feel like I was falling in love with someone I hadn’t met. He came home, though, and straight to me. We’ve been together since. Our ten year anniversary is this summer, so sometimes crazy pays off.

EK:  The house is on fire, what are you grabbing if your family is safe and sound?

Ruth Cardello: If “family” includes my pets, then maybe just my purse. I’m not a person who gets attached to material things. I grew up poor and I was happy. If you have your health and the people you love around you—nothing else really matters.

EK:  What is your “go to” movie, book, or show?

Ruth Cardello: Strangely, I love the movie While You Were Sleeping. I love to watch it around the holidays. I think what touches me about the movie is how much the heroine is yearning for a family.

EK: Who is one of your favorite authors? Why?

Ruth Cardello:  I don’t know that I could pick just one. The amazing thing about how the publishing industry has changed is the sheer number of authors we have to choose from now. We aren’t being spoon fed a few. I will say, though, that I can’t read very dark stories. I know they’re popular and I appreciate them for the great stories they are, but they make me sad. My favorite authors skim the surface of dark, never taking me anywhere too bad, and then give me a story with hot heroes and happy endings that leaving me smiling.

My most recent favorite authors, Jeannette Winters and Danielle Stewart, are family members of mine who have joined my Barrington Billionaire world. They each had their own careers and I lured them into doing this joint project with me. There is no better feeling than creating something with the people I love. I’m over the moon happy about it and proud of them.

EK: Bonus => Have you ever read a book that had you questioning why you were having such a reaction to fictional characters? What book was it?

Ruth Cardello:  I can’t say that I question why. I would be worried if I didn’t have a strong emotional response to someone’s characters. I want to be angry with them, forgive them, fall in love with who they do, and cry when I finish the book because I wish the story never had to end. If you can take me there, you’re a one click buy for me every time.

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EK: Please share your social media links:

Twitter @ruthiecardello

FB: series

Thank you to Ruth Cardello for taking the time to answer these questions. You are appreciated. 

Come back tomorrow to read what responses author Tabetha Thompson gives.


(Release Day Blitz) Rebuilding Trust by Elison Grace



Rebuilding Trust by Elison Grace

Release date: Nov. 3, 2015

Cover design: Cover Me Darling


The only thing Cory took serious was his career as a firefighter. His relationships consisted of nothing more than one night stands.

Until he met her.

After Carrie’s heart has been shattered she changed her life. Forced herself to become a strong-willed, independent woman. She didn’t need anyone to support her.

Especially a man.

Cory makes it his mission to win Carrie’s love and trust. Can he help rebuild her shattered heart or will their hearts end up in a pile of ashes?

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July 2013 Carrie

There are those defining moments in life when your world as you have known it is ripped away from you. You have to decide if you are going to lie down and let it crush you or if you’re going to get up, strap on your big girl panties, and make a new life. I chose the latter. When my world and future were ripped away from me, I chose to redefine myself and become an independent woman. I have been dependent on people my entire life and it has gotten me nothing, but heartache and pain. Time for a change.

I could not believe that I was preparing to marry the man I have loved since I was sixteen years old. Standing in front of the mirror, I felt like a cake topper in my mother’s choice of dress. It was not me at all. You could barely see me or my figure amongst the mounds of tulle in the skirt. The top was long sleeved with lace resting along the collar bone and the back dipping wide, stopping just below my shoulder blades. My exposed shoulder blades were the only skin you could find in this dress. I wanted to take it off as soon as I put it on, but, for my mother’s sake, I came out to show the group. I don’t know why I bothered. There was not a dress in the universe that would make us both happy. This could be why my wedding dress was one of the last things I needed to pick for the wedding.

If I was being honest, it was one of the only things I really got to pick. My mother was trying to hijack that too. When she heard that Toby and I had gotten engaged, she immediately got on the phone with Lois, Toby’s mom. Together the two of them had been planning their dream wedding for us. They came together to pick the location of the wedding, reception, and over the top hotel ballroom. The colors, robin’s egg blue with ivory accents and ivory roses all around, are boring. I let them plan it all because they were paying and I didn’t care enough to fight. I just wanted to be married to Toby. He was my heart. We had been together since we were sixteen. Nobody knew me better than him. He was my constant, my strength, and I couldn’t wait to have that in my life forever. That’s I all I cared about. They could have the rest, except for the dress. I wanted to pick a dress that made me feel beautiful, confidant, and not like a cake topper.

“Oh, you look like a bride!” Mother cooed as Lois nodded her agreement. Rolling my eyes, I decided I had to take a stand or I would be stuck in this monstrosity of a wedding dress for my wedding.

“I hate this and I’m not going to wear it. I am going to go back in there, resist the urge to burn this dress, and come out in something I love. This is my day. I appreciate everything you two have done for me, but I need to pick the dress myself.”

Gathering the mass of tulle, I stormed off into the dressing room. The consultant followed me in.

“From now on we are just focusing on my picks. Let’s start with that one, please,” I said as I pointed to the dress that caught my eye as soon as I walked in.

Sliding the dress over my head, she zipped it up and I turned to face the mirror. Goose bumps pricked my arms and my breath caught. This is the dress that I would marry Toby in.

The dress was everything I never knew I wanted. It just felt right. The bodice was covered in intricate, flower patterned lace with pearl straps. The skirt was light ivory tulle with a shear organza overlay. The same lace from the bodice adorned the bottom of the skirt. The piece that made it perfect was the silver belt that was intricately detailed like the lace and had pearl accents throughout.

I had considered taking it off and having them ring it up. I really didn’t want the mothers to ruin this for me. There was no way that would have been acceptable to the mothers. I went out there to let them know that this was the one and I would not change my mind.

Stepping onto the podium, I looked at myself in the big mirror.

This was it and I just had to make them see it. I called the bridal consultant over and asked her if she could get me a veil to put on with the dress. I needed all the help I could get to get us all on the same page.

Turning toward the group, I waited for them to shoot the dress down so I could defend it. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. She looked over at my future mother-in-law and they both nodded.

“This is it. You look gorgeous,” my mother-in-law said.

Yes! I have found the one! Turning back to the mirror I inspected myself. I looked like a bride. I was going to walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams in this dress. He was going to love it.

My phone chirped from my purse that I had left with my mother. I ignored it. This wasn’t the time for texts. It was time for my celebration. The phone chirped three more times consecutively so I decided that whoever it was must think that whatever they had to say was important. Stepping off the pedestal, I dug my phone from my purse and slid my finger across the screen to see who it was. There were four texts from Toby.

Opening the first one, I gasped. It was a close up picture of a girl with her lips wrapped around a dick. At first, I was like, what the fuck is this? Upon closer inspection, I saw the black tribal tattoo down his side that I knew so well. I sat beside Toby when he got it last year. My hands began to shake. I know I shouldn’t have opened the rest, but, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. The next one was a picture of Toby and a bleached blonde kissing. Tears streamed down my face as everyone watched me. I hadn’t said a word so they don’t know that my heart was shattering. Opening the third, my eyes landed on a picture that looked like it was taken by Toby. It showed the entire front of the same girl, fully naked and exposed, as she was riding him. My knees buckled as I looked at it and my future was ripped away from me. I switched to the final text.

Toby: Heard you were getting married. Wanted to show you who you were committing your life to.

I threw the phone as if the words had burned me. I sat there, on the floor, in a pile of tulle and organza crying over my shattered heart and demolished future.

They say that timing is everything and the timing of the job offer to be a teacher at Loveland Elementary in Colorado couldn’t have been better if I had planned it. I had just recently graduated from Iowa State with a teaching degree. Originally the plan was to try to get a position around Ames, get married, have the two point five kids, and live happily ever after with my high school sweetheart. It was the fairytale everyone talks about. That fairy tale had been crushed and it was time to create a new story featuring me alone as the heroine. I hadn’t applied for jobs at schools out of state so I was surprised when they called me asking if I would be interested in starting in the upcoming school year. I guess my professor had a friend there and called them to recommend me after she had heard that I may need a new start. I could kiss her for that because it was exactly what I needed. I accepted the position without any hesitation and began arranging my new life in Loveland, Colorado.

Through the internet I found a girl who was looking for a roommate. She was a nurse at the cancer center there and seemed really nice. My parents helped me with starting money because they really wanted me to move away. They didn’t like the way my tainted marriage plans and decimated future had ruined the Robinson family name. Apparently, I was now an embarrassment because Toby was sticking his dick in other women behind my back.

My car was packed to the brim with all of my possessions. If it didn’t fit in the car, it was staying there. Can you think of a better way to force a new start? I can’t. I didn’t have the room to bring my past with me so I had to go and start anew in a new place, starting with new stuff.

Waking up early, I slide into my Grand Am SE. I didn’t bother to say goodbye to mother or the rest of the family. What would have been the point? They wanted me gone so I’m gone. They were not getting any teary, heartfelt goodbyes. They would just be a lie anyway. Backing from the driveway, I start the long drive to Colorado; to my new life.

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Elison lives in Iowa with her husband, daughter, and naughty dog named Murray. She works on a blog and loves to read. She thinks that is a big reason she started writing. Elison writes contemorary romance and is currently working on the Loveland Series about hot firefighters.

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Christmas in the City (Release Day Blitz)

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Book Title: Christmas in the City
Author: Various Authors
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 2, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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Fourteen newly written stories by fifteen Authors in the City authors. This anthology will benefit a children’s hospital in the Florida area where the 2016 Authors in the City book signing will be held. Authors in the City is hosted by Stephanie’s Book Reports.

Waiting for Midnight – Samantha Chase

Maddie’s wishing for a little holiday magic with her sexy neighbor Noah.

White Christmas – AJ Harmon

Lisa, a happy and well-adjusted 14 year old, decides that it’s time to meet her birth parents.

April and Erik haven’t seen each other since high school graduation 12 years ago. How will they react when they are both invited to a Halloween party? They are about to come face to face with the past they are both still trying to forget. This heart-warming novella celebrates family, acceptance and forgiveness, as hearts are healed and new bonds formed.

Holiday With Holli – S.M. Donaldson

Holli and Zack have despised each other their entire lives. A trip home for the holidays makes them pose the question… Can a few hot moments make it possible for these two to de-frost their old relationship and start a new one?

One Hot Christmas – A.D. Justice

When rock stars have too much time on their hands, they naturally turn to one thing…having a good time. A girlfriend. An ex-girlfriend. A best friend. A matchmaker. Four rock stars on tour. Plans are bound to backfire, but when they go right, it creates One Hot Christmas.

Nick – AM Madden

A one-night stand that broke all the rules. It was supposed to be one night. It was supposed to be meaningless–with no emotion. Just desire and passion. But it was so much more… By definition, a one-night stand is simply a sexual encounter lasting only a single night. Meaningless, mindless, detached fornication without an expectation of further relations. Each party then resumes their lives as if never having met the other. On a snowy night in Chicago, Nick and Angela had a one-night stand…and rewrote the definition.

Coming Home – Taryn Plendl

She wanted a one night stand. He wanted more. Iowa winters can be brutally cold, but when Ella Marks and Matteo Lazos get together, the results are sizzling. When life is up in the air, sometimes coming home for the holidays is the only way to find solid ground.

Tangled in Tinsel – Mariah Dietz

Christmas is in three days, and I have eight states to cross before I get home. Mother Nature and kismet have joined forces in an attempt to ruin this holiday season as flights across the East Coast have been canceled due to a snowstorm. I hate traveling nearly as much as I hate the snow.

How is kismet involved, you ask? Carter O’Brien is trying to get home as well. Do you know what I hate more than snow and traveling? Carter O’Brien.

Stay Awhile – Gia Riley

Garrett Kristoff’s living the life he’s always wanted, yet something’s missing. As a well-respected surgeon, he’s seen it all. But even he isn’t prepared for his next case. Should he tempt fate or play it safe? There’s too much on the line to get it wrong. Megan Campbell’s married to her high school sweetheart. Their entire world revolves around their beautiful little girl. But seven years into their marriage, tragedy strikes, revealing her husband’s secrets. Life can change in the blink of an eye. Will Megan hold onto the only man she’s ever loved, or accept the truth that will change her world forever? This Christmas, they could all use a miracle.

White Midnight – Shari J. Ryan

Christmas isn’t the same anymore, but at least I still have my little tree and the two unopened gifts that will forever haunt me. That’s what Christmas is to me now—sadness and bad luck. But then I met Bex in the middle of a blizzard in the mountains of New Hampshire (Did I mention I’m from Florida?). A chance encounter with this ruggedly good-looking mountain-man might just make me question how bad my luck really is.

A Holiday Discovery – Ellie Keys
Maria, a reporter, is in the center of a big story while on a trip. The decision: adventurous holiday or career goldmine?

Christmas Letters – Christina Benjamin

Rae has never loved Christmas much. Bouncing from place to place in the foster system didn’t afford her very fond holiday memories. This Christmas is proving to be one of her most difficult yet when she starts to receive mysterious letters counting down the 12 days until Christmas. At first she thinks the letters are just a prank, but whoever is sending them knows startling details about her life and most recent failed relationship. Will the clues from the cryptic letters leave her broken hearted or could this be the Christmas miracle she’s been waiting for?

All I Want for Christmas – Misha Elliott

All Adrianna Lutz wants is for the holidays to be over. This year an unexpected prize sends her to the Caribbean with her best friend, brother and an unexpected guest. The boy who was once the bane of her existence. Seeing him face to face brings back unwanted feelings. To Eric Wayne, Adrianna was nothing more than the annoying little sister of his best friend—until the night they shared an amazing kiss. Now she’s all grown up and all he wants is her. Will time in paradise with Eric be what she needs to bring back the holiday spirit?

Repairing Christmas – Sidonia Rose

The presents are wrapped, the semester is finishing up, and it’s almost time for Christmas.

Christmas has always been the same, quiet and cozy at home. Miranda is changing things and

spending this Christmas with her boyfriend, until he becomes her ex-boyfriend and breaks their

plans. Christmas for Glenn is about family and their annual holiday party. Until he meets Miranda and discovers that some things don’t have to be broken to be fixed.

Finding Christmas – Elizabeth Hayes & Ashlee Taylor

Christmas hi-jinks & practical jokes are all fun and games until someone’s water breaks.

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestseller/contemporary romance writer Samantha Chase released her debut novel, Jordan’s Return, in November 2011. Although she waited until she was in her 40’s to publish for the first time, writing has been a lifelong passion. Her motivation to take that step was her students: teaching creative writing to elementary age students all the way up through high school and encouraging those students to follow their writing dreams gave Samantha the confidence to take that step as well.

When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading contemporary romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.


AJ Harmon was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia. She currently resides in Oregon, USA, with her husband Brad. They have two grown children, her pride and joy, and a dog named Max. An avid reader of the Romance genre, the books in her personal library range from historical to erotica and everything in between. The bookshelves in her home are filled with a variety of authors and she is humbled to now be among their ranks.


S.M. Donaldson is a born and raised Southern girl. She grew up in a small rural town on Florida’s Gulf Coast, the kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do, especially when your Daddy is a cop and your Mom works for the school system. She married one of her best friends at the age of 20 and has one son. She is a proud military wife, has always had a soft spot for a good story, and is known to have a potty mouth. At the age of 31, she decided there was no time like the present to attempt her first book. Sam’s Choice was born and she hasn’t stopped since. If you are looking for a good, steamy, Southern set romance with true Southern dialect, she’s your girl.


Ashlee Taylor has always loved to read. She was practically born with a book in hand. She even wrote short stories and vignettes for fun at age eleven. As she grew up reading was put to the side but the book Fifty Shades of Grey brought back the love of the written word. Swallowing every book she could get her hands on while befriending authors. Eventually becoming a beta reader and helping authors work out critical scenes and plot progressions. Through this process, Ashlee decided to write the stories in her head.


Amazon Best Selling Author, A.M. Madden’s debut novel was Back-up, the first in The Back-Up Series. The series includes Back-Up, Front & Center, Encore, Backstage, and The Devil’s Lair Novella. She has also written two stand alone novels, Stone Walls and The Shortstop.

A.M. Madden is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels, and now an author. In her books, she aspires to create fun, sexy, realistic romantic stories. She wants to create characters that the reader could relate to and feel as if they know personally. A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while raising teenage boys.


A.D. Justice is the best selling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, and the upcoming Wicked Nights), the Crazy Series (Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), and the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom’s Lesson). When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her own alpha male character in their north Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance novels, a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of words, and speaks fluent sarcasm.


Misha Elliott is a romance author who uses writing as a way to entertain, release, and educate. Her books have given her the opportunity to discuss and release emotions that run deep. She is a lover of life and reading. Once a northerner she now calls the sweet state of Alabama her home. Where she lives with her husband, two cats, and two dogs. When she isn’t at the beach reading a book with her toes in the sand, you can find her at book events wooing the readers.

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Gia Riley enjoys writing New Adult and Contemporary Romance. From the small but mighty state of Delaware, she’s a lover of all things romance – a firm believer that everyone deserves a happily ever after.

When she’s not writing, you can find her roaming the aisles of Kirkland’s, up to her elbows in Play-doh, or trying to hunt down spoilers for Big Brother. She loves reality TV almost as much as she loves a good chick flick. Her newest addiction is a Starbucks iced mocha – they keep her up late, doing terrible things to her characters.

You can connect with Gia on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. She also has a reader group, Gia Riley’s Books, on Facebook. Stop by anytime, she loves hearing from readers!


Christina Benjamin

A little about me: I was born in GA, grew up in PA and now live in FL. I went to Flagler College, Keystone College and The University of Central Florida. I have a degree in Criminal Justice and English. I love writing, blogging, the outdoors, stand up paddle boarding, swimming, biking, books, movies, pirates, Disney, food, travel and my little dog.

I strongly believe in finding what makes you happy and doing it. I’ve taken a leap of faith and am now following me dreams of being a full time writer in St. Augustine. I’ve met so many wonderful people in my journey as the author of The Geneva Project. I love to visit schools and speak to children about my books and the importance of literature and cultivating the spirit of imagination.

My hope for The Geneva Project is that one day, with each book I sell, I can donate one book to a school or program in need of reading material for children.


Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.

Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.

She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.


Taryn is a lover of books and wine, usually enjoying them together. Writing has been a way for her to step away from chaotic reality and live a bit through her fun and sometimes damaged characters. You will almost always find a Happy Ever After at the end of her stories. She can’t help it, it’s an addiction.

She enjoys spending time with her friends and family, but cherishes those quiet nights after everyone is asleep when she can curl up on the couch to read with her geriatric dog. (Shh, don’t tell…He’s not supposed to be on the couch.)

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Ellie Keys is an author of mystery and thriller novels. The characters of her stories are loud, exuberant and controlling when it comes to demanding her attention. The personalities that come out on paper give audience members insight into the reason why she is a little off center. She loves writing, reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created. There is a great deal in store for lovers of mystery and thrill seekers.


Sidonia Rose lives in suburban Maryland with her family. Sidonia has a long love affair with books. She started early by memorizing her Dr. Seuss books read to her, so she could read them to her parents instead. She is often found with a book in her hands or a couple of books so she can lend to a friend. You can often spot her by her toe shoes.

After a long career homeschooling she continued onward to pursue her love of books by writing her own books. Love Shots is her first novel released in 2014.


My name is Elizabeth Hayes and I am from the Midwest. I have a few things I just happen to obsess over those include Hot pink and Zebra print, Unicorns, and cupcakes, and Books, I love to read and get lost in a book. I have thought about writing for a long time now and finally started to put words down. Ashlee and I are both new at this and our first book Finding Salvation is going to be thrown out there for you all to read. I must say I am having a hard time with this. I am the type of person that likes to know the outcome before I do anything. I want to know that this is going loved by most of you. The thing is I know that this book is going to be hopefully liked by some, hopefully loved by some, hated by some and just ok to some and I think I am finally ok with that. I am stepping out of my comfort zone. I hear that is a good thing. But with everything time will tell. So there you go! If you want to know more just ask.


Shari J. Ryan is an Amazon Top 100 Bestselling author, a Barnes & Noble Top 10 Bestselling author, and an iBookstore #1 Bestselling author. She hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her husband and two lively little boys. Shari has always had an active imagination and enjoys losing herself in the fictional worlds she creates.

When Shari isn’t writing, she can usually be found cleaning toys up off the floor.


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