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A mysterious stranger enters Skylar’s inner circle, throwing her life out of balance. As secrets are revealed, she learns of the New Olympus; a dwelling for the descendants of the Gods. The Grand family must strive to work together with these descendants to discover the key to their recue from the clutches of the growing evil vultures of Hades. As the threat increases, Skylar must learn to control her newfound powers before it’s too late.

Teaser 1

Mason let out a soft chuckle. “Did you just call me Mace? It sounds hot coming out of your mouth. I’ll seal the deal with my love shock.” Positioning his thumb near mine, small illuminating sparks flew out from it. They looked like small, glowing branches, yet moved like long spider legs. Slowly, he moved it closer. It sizzled and crackled first, then it wrapped around my thumb. It was the coolest sight. Where our thumbs were touching glowed. The longer the light touched me, the warmer it got in that area. Then it continued to weave from my hand down to my arm, making my arm shimmer.

Watching in awe, I gave him the biggest smile I could. Suddenly, my body jerked and I dropped my hand. “Ouch.”

Mason captured it and rubbed the area. “Shit! I’m so sorry. Sometimes I can’t control it around you.”

I formed my lips into a wicked, sexy grin. “Sometimes, I don’t want you to.”



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“Everett, stand behind us,” I ordered. I didn’t mean to sound forceful and demanding, but his life was at stake. The vultures could seriously hurt him with their bolts. As Nick and I fought back with our lights standing side by side, Everett managed to stay behind us.

I could tell from the way they maneuvered and worked as a team that this group of vultures was smarter. Not only that, their lights moved like whips. Whack! Whack! Shit! One lashed across my shirt and burnt through it. Then I wondered if I could move my light like them. Before I could try, the five vultures joined their bolts into one, and it was coming straight for us.

“Shit!” Nick yelled, combining his light with mine. “Theirs is so much bigger and brighter. Can we take them?” Our light hit theirs, creating a massive spark of light, blinding our visions. The impact caused individual lights to shoot out.

“Hell, yes.”

Feeling like more distance was between Sky and me, I became desperate. I didn’t care if I burnt down this forest. I was going to get to Sky…now. What I was about to do next would drain me, but it was the only thing I could think of.



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“Would you please stop pacing?” Amanda asked me. Her tone clearly indicated she was annoyed.

I couldn’t help my nervousness. We were meeting up with my dad again. The Grand brothers were waiting outside for his arrival while Amanda and I were waiting inside one of the private rooms in Mason’s restaurant. Not wanting to aggravate Amanda, I stopped. “Sorry, it’s just a bad habit.”

“I don’t think that’s your only habit.”

I crossed my arms. I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to take any crap from Amanda. “Excuse me?”

“Look at your hands.”

I did, and what I saw was unbelievable. Sparks were flickering faintly. I was astounded, glancing from one finger to the next. “I don’t understand why it’s doing this.”

Amanda kept her distance but stood in front of me. After pulling out a chair for me, she tapped the seat. “Sit. Take deep breaths. You need to calm down. Since this is all new for you, you’re unable to control it. Just relax, make a fist, and think happy thoughts.”

When I did what Amanda suggested, I could feel myself calming down. The lights from my fingers became less apparent…until the door swung open. I jumped out of the seat. I could feel the energy within me intensifying. Embarrassed because the electricity was out of control, I stuck both of my hands in my pockets. Crap! My front pockets were glowing, so I quickly placed them behind my back instead. I was surprised to see….

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Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? It’s not from Mother Nature. It is most likely from Mason Grand, swoon-worthy demigod, one of Zeus’s descendants. 

Skylar Rome is supposed to be having the best summer ever before she heads off to college. Little did she know, her whole life was about to change while visiting her cousin. Nearly drowning at the beach due to unknown forces, one of the Grand brothers she’d just met, Mason, saves her life. Cool, collected, mysterious, and dangerously good-looking, Skylar is drawn to him from the start. Though she knows he is the type of guy good girls stayed away from, it seems he is always saving her life, and the attraction was inevitable. 

Upon meeting the brothers, strange things begin to happen. When she accidentally kills one of the brothers, it throws her life into turmoil, as they search to find the answers. Implausibly, she gets caught up in a world of the descendants of ancient gods, all who have super powers. Not only is her discovery difficult to accept, evil beings are after her. Running out of time and running for her life, she must unravel a mystery. What do they want from her? Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will she find the answers, or will she die trying? 

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Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed

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A SPECIAL CONNECTION by Theresa Troutman

Genre(s): New Adult, Contemporary Romance

Published: February 5th 2014

Life has been a constant challenge for Jake Lewis. Left paralyzed emotionally and physically by a car accident, which killed his parents when he was just twelve years old, Jake struggles to be happy. His best friends, Rick Welsh and Samantha Andrews, are a couple who fight as passionately as they make up. This puts Jake in an awkward position.

Three friends who are as close as can be.

Rick Welsh, the hotshot basketball player, who hopes to leave college and go pro. Samantha Andrews, the brainiac, blessed with common sense and beauty.

Jake Lewis, the crippled virgin, who believes no girl could love a damaged guy with a disability.

In despair, these friends share a moment that will forever change their lives.

Life is messy.

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There was a light rap on the door. “Jake, are you in there?” a feminine voice asked from the other side.

I stood, with the help of my crutch, and walked over to the closed door. I opened it to find Jenna on the other side. “Sorry, I just needed some quiet time.”

Jenna smiled. “I don’t think there is such a thing as quite time in the Welsh     household.”

“Come on in,” I offered, moving aside to make room for her to enter.

Jenna stepped into the bathroom, her heels clicking on the tile floor. She shut the door behind her, leaned against it and closed her eyes. She was dressed in a red velvet  sleeveless dress and black stockings, her long blonde hair gently falling over her  shoulders. Jenna was pretty and always had an available posse of boys who followed her around. She frequently dated, but was never serious with any one guy. That     probably had something to do with the fact that she had three big brothers who would beat the crap out of anyone who tried to take advantage of her.

“You’re right. It is quiet. That’s a nice change of pace,” she sighed, opening her eyes to meet my gaze. Jenna took a few more steps towards me. Soon we were inches apart. Her gaze never left mine. Her hazel eyes held promise. Then she wet her lips with her tongue and leaned in to kiss me. 

I was taken aback by the action—my lips unmoving, my eyes wide open, watching her kiss me. It was unbelievable to comprehend any girl would want to kiss ‘Jake the cripple,' but Jenna was kissing me. I felt the tip of her tongue dart into my mouth and I moaned. I dropped my crutch, the aluminum clanging as it hit the floor, and wrapped my arms around her waist. Closing my eyes, I let go and kissed her back. Her mouth was sweet and supple, warm and wet. 

When we finally pulled apart, we were gasping for air, Jenna’s hands on my     shoulders, her forehead resting on my chin. “I always wondered what it be like to kiss you, Jake. Damn, that was amazing.” She looked up at me through her thick black eyelashes and smiled. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

I shrugged, feeling my cheeks grow red. “I don’t know. You’re the first girl I ever kissed.”

“I think we should try that again,” she said, leaning in for another kiss. 

We kissed with more feeling. Jenna’s hands caressed my neck, then her fingers tangled in my hair. I tried to pull back, afraid she would feel my growing arousal. This was all brand new to me. I’d never imagined any girl would be interested in me and   assumed I’d live my life alone, without physical connection. Yet, here was pretty Jenna—gorgeous Jenna—making the moves on me! 

When we came up for air, I gently brushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, touched her swollen lips with the pad of my thumb. “Why me?” 

“Why not? You’ve been a permanent fixture in the household for six years. I’ve had a crush on you forever, Jake.”

“I had no idea,” I stuttered. I had no clue why Jenna was attracted to me, but I seized the moment and asked, “Will you go out with me, on a real date?”

“Compared to a fake date?” she asked with confusion.

“No, I mean, you won’t be embarrassed be to seen with me in public?”

“Why would I be embarrassed?”

I motioned to my bum leg, but didn’t say a thing.

“Jake, I don’t care about your leg. I care about you. I would be honored to go on a real date with you.”

I smiled, so happy in the moment that I forgot one major detail. “Oh, shit. Your  brothers are going to kill me when they find out.”

Jenna simply laughed. “Seriously, you’re a part of this family. They love you like a brother.”

“That makes you my sister and that just sounds perverted.”

“John and Jason will be heading back to college and Rick doesn’t need to know.”

I thought about it for a second. That was all I needed to make up my mind. “Pick you up at seven tomorrow?”

“Perfect,” she replied, leaning in for one last kiss. “I’ll go out first. Meet you downstairs.” Jenna opened the door and peeked outside into the hall to make sure the coast was clear. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Merry Christmas, Jake.”

It turned out to be a merry Christmas indeed.

Theresa Troutman lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their crazy dog, Niko. She loves reading, theatre and traveling. 

Her books include: My Secret Summer, A Special Connection and the Love's Great Adventure Series: Life's What You Make It, Love This Life and London Loves. She is currently working on a contemporary romance called, By My Side, which will be released in early 2015.

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Strangers for the Night

For the Night Series ~ Book One ~ Contains Adult Themes ~ Suitable for 18+ Only

My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.
By day I’m a private personal fitness trainer. By night I’m a high class gigolo.

I don’t advertise my sexual services anymore, I have a long client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m that good I’m booked months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately high fees to fulfill their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a strict set of rules that I abide by, which are provided in the full contract that you’ll receive along with the booking form, if accepted. I've bullet pointed an abridged version below, just so you’re clear before you send me an email request:

Rules my clients must comply with are:

I must see a picture in advance.

I can decline the booking request without explanation.

I can only be booked for the night.

All sexual acts must be consensual.

I will provide you with a report to complete, then I will choose the setting for our meeting based on your scenario.

I am flown first class or by private jet if I am required to work abroad.

In the event of the above, I will provide my dietary requirements in advance.

I will perform a full background check.

I base my variable charge on the scenario being requested.

“No” rules that I stipulate are:

No bareback.

No minors.

No physical violence.

Nothing illegal.

No form of emotional attachment during or after the event. I am merely performing a sexual or companion service.

No contact after the event, unless it is for a new booking.

And my absolute number one rule, without exception is:

Full payment up front which, is non- refundable. There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to perform.

So, now you are aware of my rules for the night and are about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who do you want me to be?”

‘Strangers for the Night’ is Camilla Domville's idea of the perfect fantasy. Meeting a hot guy in a bar and going back to his hotel room for a night of unbridled passion, that’s if they even make it to the hotel room before Logan seduces her.

Downright raunchy, saucy and hot, Logan's sexcapade with Camilla threatens to be his last, as she's set her sights on him and is determined to be his one and only client moving forwards. But Logan's main mantra is “Never get emotionally attached to your client.”

While this works with Camilla, a booking with a future client has him looking forward to it in a way he never has before.

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‘I’m not one for crowds, Miss Camilla. I’m best in a one to one situation.’ I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smile.

‘One to one? Are you trying to seduce me, Sir?’ she gasped, acting all affronted.

‘There is no trying,’ I countered as I leaned in and placed an elbow on the bar, the other on my knee as I spread my legs in a masculine pose. ‘If I wanted to seduce you I would. I’d rip those tiny green knickers you’re wearing to shreds and impale you on my cock before you had a chance to beg me.’

‘And what makes you think I’d be interested?’ she asked as she uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly.

‘The fact that you’re dying to know just how large I actually am that it’s made your tiny little cunt drip with arousal, every man in this bar can smell it, you’re watering for me, aren’t you? Desperate for a stranger to fuck you and take you to heights you’ve never seen.’ I angled my fingers to trail slowly up the inside of her thigh and her eyes glazed as her breathing quickened. ‘Blow off your party, I’ll show you a far better time that you’ll remember for years to come.’

‘Only if I can blow you off,’ she whimpered as my index finger reached the sodden lace. ‘We’re in a public place,’ she whispered as her eyes went wide when I started to stroke. I smiled, this was the reason I refused scripts for the entire night, I only agreed to use certain words or phrases if that really got them off. There had to be some spontaneity or where was the fun? She’d not been expecting me to rub her clit as she sat at the bar in her father’s hotel.

‘That was a given, Miss Camilla. I’ll want you on your knees with your hands tied behind your back as I fuck your throat and you’ll swallow me with no complaint, I may even save some for that pretty face of yours.’

‘O fuck,’ she groaned as she closed her eyes.

‘Not quite yet, but it can be arranged very shortly if you so desire,’ I advised as I slowly trailed my fingers back down her thighs. I heard her gulp as she opened her eyes and nodded at me. I stood up and fastened the button on my jacket, leaving her eye level with my chest as I held out my hand to help her off the stool. She took a sharp breath in, she’d felt it, the elusive crackle that everyone spoke about when they met their perfect match. Despite the number of women I’d had, that crackle still evaded me. I put my hand in the small of her back and steered her out of the bar, aware that many eyes were on us. ‘You live dangerously,’ I observed as we made our way across the cavernous lobby.

‘For accepting the offer of a stranger?’

‘That, and the fact that you’re brazen enough to do it in this hotel.’ I wasn’t supposed to bring up the fact that I knew who she was. ‘You’re not worried people will think you’re a prostitute, dressed like that?’

‘How dare you!’ she hissed as she glared up at me.

‘A high class prostitute, one I’d happily pay good money to fuck,’ I shrugged. ‘Lucky me to get you for free.’

‘I’m paying you arsehole,’ she snapped, breaking cover, as we stood in front of the lift door and she rummaged for her key.

‘Did you never question why the price was so high?’ I asked as I trailed a finger up and down the inside of her wrist making her swallow again. ‘You’ve never been fucked by a real man Camilla, a man so large he could split you in half with one thrust, who can make you come multiple times in seconds just with his fingers, let alone his tongue and thick cock. I’m so large, I’ll stretch you so wide that you’ll have to resort to dual penetration in your cunt to feel half of what you felt with me when you fuck anyone else. I’ve even made a woman come just by telling her what I was going to do to her. Tell me you’re not dripping down your thighs right now at the thought of it? That your little clit isn’t screaming for me to touch it properly without that lace in the way?’

‘Logan,’ she mewled as she swayed on her feet and dropped the private lift key card. I dropped to one knee next to her and stooped to pick it up, pretending to steady myself by clasping the back of her right leg, taking the opportunity to press my thumb against the little known erogenous zone at the back of her knee. I smiled as I heard her pant as my thumb worked while I picked up the key card with the other hand. I released her leg just before she had to reach out to palm the lift door to keep upright. I placed my hand back on the small of her back as I swiped the card, then leaned closer to her and breathed on her neck, making all of her hair stand on end.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ I whispered as the doors opened and I steered her into the far corner, keeping my back to the hidden camera somewhere on the wall behind me. ‘How about we unwrap your surprise right now?’

‘Please,’ she begged.

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 I write contemporary erotic romance, with humour, which are full of emotion and plenty of drama. I am a 44 year old female from the United Kingdom and live in the wonderful countryside of Wales, surrounded by rolling hills, trees and fields full of sheep and cows. Writing aids include chocolate, Ben & Jerry’s and copious amounts of coffee, wine or cider.

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Miranda Brookhaven returned to Bitterthorn, Texas to fix the past. Years ago, her father used her teenage romance with Coe Rodas to steal the prototype for a groundbreaking new automotive invention. Now her father's dead, and thanks to the convoluted will he left behind, she's stuck in town until she rights the wrong that lost her the man she loved.
Coe learned early on that life never goes according to plan. His dreams of hitting it big vanished when Miranda all but invited her father to take the only thing of value he ever had. But now the once-pampered princess is holed up in a condemned trailer on the edge of town...and everything he thought he knew about her—and about what happened between them back then—seems completely wrong.

Miranda's determined to give back to Coe all that he lost. If she can do that, maybe she can move on from the past. But Coe seems to be more interested in their rekindled passion than claiming what she thinks he deserves. She's got sixty days to convince him to cough up evidence that he's the original inventor—after that, the only way to transfer the patent rights over to him would be to make him part of the family, and she's not sure her heart can take another hit.

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“Promise…fulfilled.” Her breath tried to gush out all at once at the intimate massage, but she wasn’t going to let him divert her quite yet. It took most of her concentration not to surge against his touch, but it helped to focus on upending the chocolate and scrawling a haphazard heart on the smooth, muscle-padded wall of his chest. Part of her thrilled at the catch of his breath when her tongue followed the path of sweetness, while her brain desperately worked overtime to shut out how her forward-leaning position pushed her against his working hand. That pressure was so intense it made her close her eyes at the excruciating delight. It didn’t help that his penis, semi-hard when she’d first positioned herself over him, was now fully erect and inches away from her entrance. If she lifted her hips up, just a little, she could easily impale herself on him…

As if he’d read her mind, Coe threw out a hand toward the nightstand. The alarm clock crashed to the floor as he jerked the drawer open, fumbled out a condom and got it in place. The idea of taking her time and covering him with chocolate scrawls faded under an edgy urgency to melt her body around his. She had to have him where he belonged. And he belonged buried inside her so deeply that for a few fleeting moments they were one.

She wasn’t finished erasing the chocolate from his skin when he pushed his hips upward, the tip of his staff sliding against her folds now swollen and pulsing with a need only he inspired. She braced her hands on his shoulders and looked to him in surprise at how marble-hard his muscles were.

“Coe, easy…”

“I can’t.” It sounded like an apology, the words pushed through the barrier of clenched teeth, and he looked tortured, almost broken, but thrilled to be that way. “I need you, Miranda. I need you, I need you, please take me in, just take me, I’ll do anything to be inside you, babe, please…”

He’d lost it.

Her heart went wild as the realization struck. Coe never lost control. He never moved unless he was ready to, and never once in all the time they had known each other had he ever begged for anything. For such a strong, self-reliant man to beg for her to take him was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever done.

A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.

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