Saturday, February 20, 2021

Deadlocked by Dawn ~ don't look behind you! ~ 2/27 release


Paradise in the Florida Keys…


After 2020, Delia Sloane struggles to keep Rainbow Falls Resort afloat while grieving the loss of her father and husband. She refuses to let her Key Largo slice of paradise—a haven for non-mainstream couples—die. But when a serial killer begins attacking her guests—leaving a single dreadlock on each victim—everything spins out of control, including what’s left of her family.


Hides a killer…


After her brother’s experience with police brutality, the last place she wants to turn to for help is law enforcement. Scarred mentally by a deadly force incident, Detective Will Peterson has avoided homicide cases. But only he has the skills to drill into the elusive killer’s twisted mind.


And it just got personal…


When a hurricane strikes, exposing the horrible truth behind Delia’s losses and threatening everything she holds dear, trusting Will may be her only hope. Are they up to the challenge?


She stepped toward the door. “Yes?”

“Turndown service,” the worker replied.

Isn’t it a little early for that?

She  opened the door.

“Uh, sure,” Mandy replied. “Does it include rose petals?”

The guy glanced at the tangle of white sheets across the room. “Of course. When I’m finished, your bed will be covered in crimson.”

A little chill snaked down her spine. Must be the sweat drying. Strange. They’d been here two days already, and this was the first time anyone had offered turndown service. The place couldn’t bring her a lousy drink but could make her bed twice a day?

Maybe there’d been a mix-up with another room. Why not take advantage of it? After she showered and enjoyed those drinks with Eric, they could do it again on a bed of rose petals.

“Sure. Knock yourself out,” she finally said. “I’ll be in the shower.”

With the peekaboo panel closed, obviously.

“Oh, before you do, please come choose your flavor of chocolate.” His voice sounded strange. Kind of flat. Maybe he was new.

Okay, now I’m annoyed. Tired of humoring this weirdo. Just wanted to get her shower in before Eric returned. Her skin itched and smelled like sex.

She padded toward the bed where the worker had opened a box of chocolates. It also contained a compartment of red rose petals and another with something else. Black and woolly looking. Coiled up like a snake.

A scouring pad, maybe? What else could it be?

As soon as she took another step, the jackass swooped in behind her. Then he whipped an arm around her waist and another across her neck. Alarm bells jangled in her head, sending a tsunami of shock waves through her.

What the hell?

“Get off me!” she yelled, but struggling did no good. The man had pinned her between the bed and his body.

And he’d replaced the arm circling her throat with something hard and sharp. A knife. Her legs melted to jelly while her heart hammered every rib.

H-he’s going to kill me, isn’t he? Why? Dear God, why?

“He’ll hurt you,” he grated in her ear with a raspy voice. “They all do.”


“Your husband.” He spat the word as if it tasted disgusting.

“What? What are you talking about? Eric loves me, and I love him.”

Stop talking. Scream! But her pulse pounded in her ears, and she couldn’t think straight.

Eric, where are you?

“What do you want?” she cried.

Whatever it was, she’d give it to him to save her life. Her wedding day flashed through her mind. Eric’s loving face as he said his vows… Would she ever see it again?

“To save you from a broken heart.”

They were the last words she heard before the blade sliced into her neck. The rumpled white covers where she’d made love filled with red petals as the worker had promised. They grayed into blackness until they finally disappeared.






Sunday, January 31, 2021

Hard Lust by Tina Donahue

Hard Lust by Tina Donahue

(PNR Reverse Harem – Hell Bent on Sin)


Three sexy demons—what’s a girl to do?

Don’t ever trust a demon. Unfortunately, Megan has learned that lesson too late. The deal she made to save her sister's life––has landed her in Hell temporarily and about seventy years early. And now she has three sexy demons trying to tell her what to do.

Nope. Not going to happen.

These guys have never had to deal with such defiance. Andros figures she’s due for some erotic discipline, which he’ll happily provide. Racan’s pure alpha, his hardcore plans include bondage and submission. Quiet yet intense, Vespar expects endless kink to spice up their carnal play.

Who would have ever expected she’d end up falling for them? Too bad demons can’t be trusted…because someone is trying to kill the magic and threatening her stay in this lusty world.


Even during her worst days, Megan Wynters never believed this would happen.

I am so screwed.

Afraid to budge, she stood paralyzed in a garish room decorated in more gold and mirrors than Versailles, a weird symbol she couldn’t decipher painted on bloodred walls. Displayed throughout the cavernous space were countless marble statues depicting nude men and women screwing or going down on each other. Thunderous bass from a death-metal tune pounded through the wall to her left, the pornographic paintings hanging there bouncing on each deafening beat.

She curled her upper lip, turned, and flinched.

A guy who hadn’t been in here a second before, sat in the throne-like chair behind the humongous desk. Early thirties or so, he had hazel eyes and thick blond hair that fell in soft waves to his shoulders. Those suckers and his chest were beyond broad, his well-toned muscles straining against his black silk shirt.

Her stomach fluttered at the astounding picture he created, and then her insides clenched when she recalled where she was.

That didn’t keep her from eyeing him further.

The sun, or a tanning lamp, had tinted his complexion gold, while his features––not only were they masculine, but beautiful enough for an angel.

Down here? In fucking Hell?

Given his great looks, she had to be anywhere but there. Her pulse ticked up. Hope surged.

Someone moaned.

The statue to her right was climaxing. Jeezus. The writhing life-sized figures weren’t stone but people, or demons, or something animate. The pure-white woman threw back her head and wailed. The pasty guy kept pumping his cock into her.

God, God, God. This definitely wasn’t Heaven. But not quite the other place, either, considering the cool air circulating, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms.

Rattled and wary, she faced the guy.

He regarded her mouth and then met her eyes, his searching and engaged.

Unexpected heat rushed through her, her folds creaming at his inviting response, appreciation for his raw male appeal stealing her breath and—

Hold it. She couldn’t be turned on by him. It’s a trick. He’s fucking doing this to me because he’s…

Uncertain what he was, she cringed at the possibilities but still couldn’t glance away.

He stroked an onyx ring on his left forefinger that boasted a dark red symbol—the same as those on the walls—against a black circle.

Which means? Her stomach rolled and wouldn’t stop. She didn’t want an explanation on what the marking signified. It might murder her dream that this wouldn’t turn out too bad.

Already his silence was killing her. Say something. That was definitely preferable to him doing any other fucking thing.

He smiled, producing deep dimples in his cheeks.

Her knees weakened at his normal, friendly greeting. The way a mortal guy might show delight at seeing her, and that maybe this could lead to something good. Conversation, a few laughs, then other great stuff. If he behaved nicely, she wouldn’t mind. Damn, she hadn’t had fun in forever.

Another statue climaxed.

Holy hell. Snapped back to reality, she remembered her presence here was a colossal blunder she had to straighten out. Her mouth was so dry she struggled to speak. “I don’t know who you are, but—”

“Andros.” His smooth baritone caressed and enticed. “And you’re Megan.”

She wasn’t admitting to anything.

He glanced at his computer screen. “You waitressed at Sally Jean’s before coming here.” He grinned, making new dimples. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

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Friday, March 27, 2020

Find Me ~ go off the grid with Rodney

Find Me, the sequel to Follow Me, releases tomorrow! Ready to go "off the grid" with Rodney?

Weary of climbing the corporate ladder to care for her aging hippie parents, Dee Dobson marches in a rally. When violence erupts, Rodney Walker, lead singer of Breeze, comes to her rescue. Their dramatic picture hits the papers, but an interracial relationship is out of the question for both their careers.

Between a long-distance concert tour, her endless overtime, and his racist brother, Jack, they struggle to build a future from their powerful connection. When a senator pursues Dee and helps her run for political office, things get even more complicated.

But their biggest obstacle is Jack. As a Southern gentleman, Rodney values family above all else. Due to a long-buried secret, he always gives his brother the benefit of the doubt, a decision that could cost him and Dee everything.

copyright Afton Locke 2020 

She leaned back in his arms, a serene smile on her lips. “It’s so peaceful here.”
"It’s also my favorite place.” He gazed up at the moss hanging from the trees. “When I die, my spirit will probably hang around in the swamp.”
She shivered, vibrating the boat. He felt it, too. A sudden chill, even though the air felt just as hot and heavy as it had a minute ago.
“Dee,” he whispered. Her lips were so close. Kiss her already. Hadn’t he done that and more to too many groupies to count?
“I’ve got one!”
He felt it, too. The rod quivered in their hands, making every muscle in his body vibrate, along with it.
“We’ll bring it in together,” he whispered.
He guided her hands through every movement until the fish flopped on the bottom of the boat. The peace had been broken. Poles clattered and fell with a crash, water droplets splashed in their faces, and the boat dipped dangerously low to one side.
“It’s a channel catfish,” he said.
“What are we going to do with it?” she squealed.
A serious feeling settled over him. “Send it back.”
“Oh, okay.” When she reached for it, he stopped her.
“We have to do it gently, to minimize its stress.”
He snatched an old rag from the side of the boat and used it to grasp the fish. Once he had it, he lowered it close to the surface of the water before releasing it. Then he held his breath as some bubbles rose to the surface.
“Did he make it?” she asked, anxiously peering over the side.
“I think so. Otherwise, he’d be floating.”
“That was fun,” she said.
“You made it fun.” He pulled her onto his lap again. Then he slid her sunglasses off to see her beautiful eyes.
“Rodney, I know you’re a southern gentleman and all, but if you don’t kiss me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He yanked off their hats and threw them somewhere into the boat. “Part of being a gentleman is knowing the right time and place.”
And knowing when a private moment should be grabbed, because there may never be another.
“Is this it?” she asked.
He tilted her chin with his index finger and ran the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. She squirmed in his lap, exhaling a moan before he locked his arms around her and claimed the rest of her mouth.
“You tell me.”



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Saturday, August 10, 2019

Need to let loose? Get Indulge Me by Tina Donahue

Indulge Me, Tina Donahue's latest release, is too hot to miss!


Nothing forbidden…nothing held back.

Lissa prefers reading to cutting loose, but is willing to do whatever it takes to get the juiciest assignments for her job at a major travel magazine. Her chance finally arrives. She’s set to experience a posh Caribbean resort, a dream article and review except for one huge problem. It’s the anything goes theme week where nudity is expected and lusty hook-ups make threesomes look downright tame. Holy Hell. What has she gotten herself into?

Precisely what resort owner Jon Thorne thinks. Tall, dark, and luscious, he fears the randy male guests will eat her alive, resulting in a lousy review. His only option is to serve as her guide for every decadent delight from nude body painting to Dom’s Den where submission and punishment rule. Unless she wants to call the whole thing off…

And lose her chance with him, plus give up this gig? Dream on. Tempted beyond anything she’s known, she matches his passion and then some, surprising him during a sexy adventure like no other.

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A mole graced her temple, which he hadn’t noticed before, along with three barely visible freckles on her nose. He liked both and met her gaze.
She held his.
The air calmed, and sounds faded. Everything surrounding them drifted away.
His heart beat wildly. He cupped her face, unable to help himself.
She stilled, her lips parting.
An invitation he couldn’t accept. It was lunacy. They were only playing at this. He should take her to the hardcore attractions so she’d flee, as he wanted, rather than focusing on her softness surrounded by his strength, or her heat increasing his.
Leave. Bring her somewhere else. Convince her to go home.
He stepped away from the fence, taking her with him, then touched his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue inside.
His skin tingled. She tasted clean and pepperminty, her own unique flavor indescribable, beating out the others.
Lost in her warmth and scent, he slipped his arm around her waist and held her close, kissed her deep, and forgot about everything else.


Shocking delight tore through Lissa, her heart turning over. She melted into Jon, hungry for whatever he desired, eager to sate her own need.
Brisk ocean air pushed against her, urging her closer to him, her strained breaths mingling with his.
Now this was a vacation. No. An adventure she never believed she’d experience.
Intoxicated by his size and heat, she wreathed her arms around his shoulders, loving his bristly cheeks rasping hers.
He held her firmly, yet gently, subduing his exquisite strength.
She loved him like this, but wouldn’t have minded if he’d turned savage, too, demanding everything. Sagging against him, she delivered herself to pleasure.
A low growl poured from deep within his chest, making it quiver against hers, signaling his appreciation at what they did. He angled his mouth for greater penetration, and she followed his lead as she’d promised in his office.
Oh hell, she surpassed it, her pulse racing.
Growing greedy then bold, she pushed his tongue from her mouth and slipped hers into his, desperate to taste his incomparable flavor: clean and bearing a sweetness she had to have.
Powerful and eager sounds poured from him.
There wasn’t a thing in the world better than that. If she could have made her own noises, she would have but was too breathless.
A sudden gust battered them, the wind tugging her pants, exposing her.
He cupped her bare butt cheek.
Her heart leaped at his intimate touch, then beat triple time.
He squeezed her ass, leaving heated bursts in his wake, and stroked her thong.
Moisture seeped from her pussy. It ached, wanting his cock inside, stretching and using her while she indulged in his lust, matching it with her own.
She struggled to get closer, but couldn’t. Damn. They were already as near as two people could be. She wrapped her leg around his.
His frenzied kiss grew tender and exploring.
Undone by its power, she surrendered further, the world whirling around them. She clung to him for support, never wanting this to end.

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Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Follow Me for the hottest alpha ever

Where were you in the summer of ‘69? Picketing, peacemaking, or falling under the spell of a magic man?

The day Adele Robbins turns eighteen, she flees her mother’s house to escape her lewd stepfather. She aspires to help people, but for now she simply needs a roof over her head. When she stumbles over a generous—and sexy as all get-out—hippie playing guitar on the street, she grabs at the chance for a temporary refuge.

While replacing the family he lost to tragedy as a child, Jeremy Dobson also plans to make the world a better place. Recruiting new followers should be easy, but one headstrong woman threatens to upset all his plans.

Unpeeling the layers of this unusual man makes Adele wonder if she’s jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire. She refuses to be a doormat like her mother, but Jeremy’s magnetism is a force not to be trifled with. When he beckons her to the edge to pursue their mission, will she follow?

Until the door closed, Adele didn’t dare move. Instead, Jeremy flung it wide open.
“Get off him,” he bit out.
The barely controlled fury in his voice filled her with a thrill with fear close on its heels. The man should have a high-voltage warning label on his forehead.
“I’m just following your orders, master,” she said sweetly.
After he ripped the sheet from their bodies, exposing their jeans, he frowned but let out a shaky breath.
“You disobeyed me,” he told her.
Adele scrambled off Denny who jumped up and grabbed his shirt. “You recruit your way, and I’ll recruit mine.”
“I-I didn’t touch her,” Denny told Jeremy, his eyes round and wide. “In fact, I’m going to split, okay?”
Jeremy, looking wild-eyed himself, shook his head so hard his long hair danced above his shoulders. “Don’t leave, man. In fact, I told her to pleasure you so you’d stay here.”
“Oh, well…um…I’m going to crash on the sofa.” Denny dropped his gaze as he slunk out the bedroom door and closed it.
Jeremy jammed his hands on his hips. “You disobeyed me,” he repeated.
“I heard you the first time,” Adele said as she put her blouse back on. “I’m not some whore you can pimp out.”
He paced around the bed. “You have a duty to help recruit new members.”
“You should have thought of that before you slept with me.” She headed to the closet to pack. “This place is not my scene. It’s high time I left.”
“And where will you go, Adele?” He rocked on his heels. “Out in the cruel racist world where you’ll be treated like a second-class citizen the rest of your life?”
She paused and squeezed her eyes shut. “I’d still have more dignity out there than being a whore here.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me you had a problem with your assignment?” he asked. “Why lie on top of the guy with your blouse off?”
She shrugged. “The same reason you did it with Mindy, I suppose. How did it feel, Jeremy, seeing me that way?”
He stepped forward until he was so close she could feel his body heat. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”
His words sent a shiver of fear and desire through her. “Don’t you get it?” she whispered. “I can’t be with anyone but you.”
He grabbed her arms and pulled her against him so suddenly she gasped. “I dig it, sweetheart, and your loyalty is wonderful. But you still have to be punished.”
She rolled her eyes, chasing away the tender feeling she’d just had. “What am I, a child?”
“No, but you must trust and follow me one hundred percent.” He held her at arm’s length and gave her a gentle shake. “The journey you’re taking with me won’t always be easy. Your obedience may come down to life and death someday.”
Ice filled her veins. “You’re scaring me.”
“Put your fears in me,” he said as he reached for her waist and unzipped her jeans.
Desire rolled through her so hard, her knees buckled.
I think I’m going to like being punished.



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Monday, February 11, 2019

Afton Locke is at the #Crossroads with Look Into My Eyes

When Gina and Ryan meet at the crossroads, will they step across for love?

Look Into My Eyes (Paranormal Romance)

Single mother Gina Cole will do anything for her daughter. She even accepts a hospice assignment to improve her chances at getting a promotion. But caring for a terminally ill patient stirs up painful memories and guilt about her late husband.

Ryan Atlee, disillusioned by his failed business, has stopped caring whether or not he gets a new kidney. But when an irresistible hospice volunteer battles her deepest fear to open her heart to him, he wants to live.

The threat of death casts a shadow on their newfound love, but anything can happen at the crossroads—if they dare to step across.

Setting: Leesburg, Virginia, and beyond…


Ryan Atlee

He needs a kidney, not sympathy. He had a dream once. Followed it. Failed miserably. Now, he just wants to R.I.P. He only needs hospice for helping out around the house. Anything to get his crappy brother out of his life. No attachments. And, God forbid, not love. Because the end is the end, right?

Gina Cole

She needs a promotion at work to make a better life, including a real home, for her daughter. Anything to keep them from growing so far apart. When her husband passed away, it tore up their lives too, and they just need to get back on track. Why did she have to take a hospice assignment to get ahead at work? And why does he have to be so heart-stoppingly handsome? And proud? Most of all, why does he have to die?

Unless, that workshop about spirits is true…and the end is not an end, but a beginning.

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When three African-American women meet at a resort on the Jersey Shore in the 1920s, they say goodbye to their old lives. Finding men as intoxicating as bootleg liquor, they pin their futures on happily ever after. But love can be worse than a hangover when the men’s flaws threaten to destroy them.

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