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Soon, after my move from South Texas to South Carolina, I hope to get back to Legacy. It is at 30,000 words and still in process.  It’s a taboo subject.  It is a poignant look at a love that transcends the boundaries of social acceptance.  In a way, it is like Her Brother’s Wife (Lot’s Cave Publishing).  If it weren’t for the subject, I’d enter it in a contest looking for entries in Erotic Romance.  But, alas, I’m sure they’d rip it to shreds!

Hope you are waiting for Legacy of the Stars, a sci-fi erotic and taboo romance.

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Legacy of the Stars

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“Excuse me, fellows.” A female voice belonging to my English teacher rescued me from having to answer. “Asher, may I speak with you a moment?”

I turned and nodded. “Certainly, Mrs. Walker.” I tossed Tom a grin and said, “Excuse me.”

Mrs. Walker was my favorite teacher, and I was her favorite student. She allowed me to write stories when the other students were required to produce book reports. She’d marked one of my efforts with ‘I like your otherworldly approach,” which I took as a great compliment. I wrote with an otherworldly touch because I felt stuck in a rut, lost in a West Texas lifestyle.

“Would you mind coming back to the classroom?” Her hazel gaze shifted to Tom. “Sorry, Tom, I need your companion.”

“No prob, Mrs. Walker. We’re done chatting.” Tom ogled pretty Mrs. Walker as he had Lily a few minutes ago.

I thought she was pretty, too, but I wasn’t going to insult her by studying her like a nude painting. Even though, sometimes when she was lecturing, I imagined her naked. Not a bad daydream. She was petite and curvy. That she was probably in her forties intrigued me. The image faltered with her dark hair in a bun, but she had piercing yet sexy hazel eyes. She gestured, and I followed her up the brick stairs, down the hallowed gray hallway to the classroom. Here the resemblance to an Ivy League university ended. Rows of plain old wooden desks faced a large, clunky oaken teacher’s refuge.

Sexy Mrs. Walters ushered me in, closed the door…and locked it with a small click. “This is important, and I don’t want anyone interrupting us,” she explained.

She undulated—the only word for the slow, sensual walk—back to her desk. She halted at my side, slid a stapled paper toward us, and smiled at me.

“You did a wonderful job on this story.” She said, her voice sensually soft. “I’ve given you the grade you deserve. You’re top of the class again. You don’t have to worry about skipping straight to college.” She turned to face me, her lips parted on the sexiest smile.

“Thank you,” I said, scarcely able to breathe for the spell she and her perfume wove.

She reached up and slid the band off my ponytail. “You’re the most beautiful young man I’ve ever seen. Your hair is such an unusual blond and your eyes…Asher, I’ve no idea how to seduce a student. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve wanted you since you walked through that door.” She pointed at the locked door.

“I don’t know how to be seduced by a teacher. I’ve never…I’ve never—”

“It’s okay.” Her eyes lingered on the bulge to the left of my zipper, traveled down my legs, returned to the erection trapped in my tight jeans.

She leaned into me, her breasts grazing my chest. Hands at her small waist, I lifted her and set her on the desk. She spread her legs, and I inserted my hips between her tanned thighs.

“Kiss me,” she breathed—a dying request.

My mouth closed over hers, staking my claim, my rigid, strong tongue thrusting into her mouth.  Deep, dark pleasure blanked my mind and all resistance as pure, unadulterated lust consumed my body.  Breathing hard, she unzipped my pants and eased my erection free, sliding her hands up and down the shaft and kissing the crown with her long red nails. My cock jerked and spat a drop of precum. She worked my slick cock in expert strokes. Waves of desire washed me further from any sense of danger. Indeed, the thought of getting caught fired the imagination and the libido.  I pulled her panties out of the way, and she guided me into her wet pussy. Her muscles clenched and released sucking at my dick, making me so hot I thought I’d spill before the first thrust.  I drew  back, the swollen head at the gates of heaven, then shoved into her. She gasped and scooted her hips to the edge of the desk to drive me deeper.

I delved faster, deeper, and she moaned in tempo.  Lifting her hips, I positioned her clit on the hilt of my dick, caressing her sensitized nub.  She fell back in the support of my arms.  I tensed in her arms as my cock tensed inside her, and I trembled.

“Slow and deep,” she groaned, locking her hands in my hair and her legs around my hips.

I slowed my strokes, delving to her depths. She rode me, battling for satisfaction. When she gasped, “Faster now, baby,” I pumped her hard, shoving into her, grinding her clit on my hilt.

“I’m coming,” she cried against my neck.

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GENRE: Erotic Romance

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Ivy Phillips is on a mission. She’s an investigative reporter for the Pasadena Tribune, and is hoping to write the story of the century by infiltrating Pleasure Island claiming to be a submissive. Except, when she gets there, she inadvertently finds herself auctioned off for charity and now has two hunky cowboys who want to own her body and soul.

Dax Johnson and Nate Banks have been a rodeo team – and lovers – for years. But they’ve yearned to add a sweet submissive to their union. When they meet Ivy, Dax knows she is the one for them, and the duo set out on a seductive campaign to win Ivy’s affection.

But when the truth is revealed, will their newfound relationship survive? Or will the two cowboys ride off into the sunset without her?

Publisher’s Note: This is the ninth – and final – instalment of Anya Summers’ bestselling Pleasure Island series. While we recommend all the books, it can be enjoyed on its own.

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“The bull pen meeting is about to start. You planning to attend?” Kevin Donnelly asked, looking every inch like he’d just stepped off the pages of Vogue magazine. He had movie star good looks, and fashionably cut, beach blond hair. He was wearing the latest skinny jeans and a hipster dress shirt in a silver gray. It was too bad the five foot seven, moderately buff and toned man was gay. Otherwise they’d be perfect for each other.

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” Ivy replied, refolding the paper in her hands. She shoved the letter and envelope into her massive tan leather shoulder bag that was essentially her life. There was room enough for her iPad, her makeup, tampons, condoms—although she hadn’t needed any of those in a while—wallet, keys, even a small yappy dog if she were so inclined. She carried everything in it. You name it, she carried it with her. Which worked out well for Ivy since she always seemed to be on the move.

“So, how did the other night go? You never mentioned your date, and I live to hear about my co-workers’ love lives,” Kevin simpered, giving her his full attention. This was one of the reasons Ivy loved him. The man was a consummate flirt, and knew just how to get a girl to spill all her secrets. How many times over the years had they done yoga and brunch on Sundays, where he would magically get her to tell him all her troubles? They were the best therapy sessions in the world.

“You and Chad are still not talking to one another, I take it,” she replied.

Kevin put his hands on his hips and did the gay male equivalent of tossing his hair back. “Please, honey, the man wishes he still had me. Nope, I’m moving on and into the market. Which means I don’t currently have a sex life and must live vicariously through you. So, no deflecting. I want all the juicy tidbits.”

She removed her iPad from her bag and said, “Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

“So the date the other night was a no go?” Kevin asked, his light ice blue eyes twinkling with interest.

“It’s fair to say I left as early as I could. When the crying started, there was really no point to saving the night,” she said. And wasn’t that just the kicker. Every single date she’d been on over the last eight months had been an absolute dud. She was in a relationship—just with her vibrator and her favorite Chardonnay.

“You cried?” Kevin asked aghast, a hand against his chest and his eyes wide with horror at her perceived faux pas.

“Nope. My date did. Going on and on about his ex. Clearly the guy wasn’t ready to get back out into the meat market. After listening for two hours about how much he loved Kelli with an ‘i,’ I was done,” she replied.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Pleasure Island Series

Her Master & Commander, Book 1
Her Music Masters, Book 2
Their Shy Submissive, Book 3
Her Undercover Doms, Book 4
Her Lawful Master, Book 5
Her Rockstar Dom, Book 6
Duets & Dominance, Book 7
Ménage In Paradise, Book 8
Her Rodeo Masters, Book 9

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Nancy will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

The publisher has put this book on sale for $0.99 from July 12-14!!!! Hurry and get your copy!

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In the Roaring Twenties…

A former Hello Girl during WWI, widowed Ariel Pennybaker served her country proudly. She now carries on her late husband’s legacy…a home for the many returning, injured soldiers.

With her year of mourning nearly at an end, she’s had enough of her self-imposed celibacy. It’s time to get back in the game.

A chance meeting with a handsome WWI aviator has her imagining thoroughly naughty thoughts. When a second man walks into her life, her naughty thoughts turn downright decadent. What better way to fulfill her fantasies than by sharing both men’s beds.

As tempting as the idea is, Ariel has a huge secret, one she must protect at all costs. And, it’s possible one or both of her lovers is not what he seems.

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“Retired or not, I see you still possess that infamous flyboy charm.”

He shrugged, the lift of his shoulders drawing her attention to their width and the way he held himself.

“Charming beautiful women was part of basic training,” he quipped. “Right up there with learning how to fly an airplane.”MediaKit_BookCover_TheMysteriousMrsPennybaker

His cheeky answer set her senses on alert. “I would think the flight instruction to be far more important than lessons on charm and seduction.”

“When you get right down to it, they’re very similar. It takes finesse to handle the throttle of a plane. You have to know exactly how much pressure to put on the stick, how to maneuver the knobs, and when to let the plane go on its own.”

The smooth tenor of his voice ratcheted her heart rate up yet another notch. “Really?” she said, her breath catching in her throat.

“There’s that one moment…when the plane is hanging there in the sky. You’ve given her all the encouragement she can take, urged her as far as she can go without breaking. Then, at just the right moment, she bursts forth with a second wind, lurches forward, and bounds unfettered across the bright blue sky.”

The sudden urge to fan herself had her clenching her hands into fists and pressing them to her sides. “It must be exciting…the flying, I mean.”

“As I said, not that different from seducing a woman. Both take a light touch at first—a gentle stroke until they’re primed. Followed by a more commanding hold, just before they reach the pinnacle of their endurance.”

A low groan escaped her throat, drawing his outright laugh.

“You make flying sound a lot like copulation, Major. Surely, when you were up in the air defeating our enemies, your attention was on something other than carnal activities.”

He leaned forward until his mouth hovered scant millimeters from her ear. His warm breath fanned over her cheek. “It’s all about a successful ending, Mrs. Pennybaker. Nothing prepares you for the climax of a good dogfight or the climax of a purely sexual encounter. They should both take your breath away.”

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MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_TheMysteriousMrsPennybakerLike most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in both full-length and novella format. Nancy is currently working on a second fairy tale for Decadent Publishing.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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red lips with lipstickI started a new novel called Royal Secrets and have about 15,000 words on it.  The characters are a prince and the daughter of an ambassador, their loves, and trials.  I don’t know who I will send it to yet, probably The Wild Rose Press or Class Act Books.  A friend wants me to send it to CAB.  Decisions, decisions!  But first I have to finish it!  I was writing it for Vasko Books, but the editor said having a prince in the story wasn’t working for her.  After that, I just kind of ran out of steam.  I’ll get going on it again soon I’m sure.

Here is the first paragraph:

Fashion—and elegance—are more than the clothes you wear. They are a lifestyle.

Virginia McDonald had learned that lesson from a man…a beautiful man of class and style…a worldly man born of royalty that, along with his good looks, had vaulted him immediately into the eye of the media and fame.  Long before she met him, she’d seen, even sought, photos and news of Abelard Alexander Leandres, everything a prince should be.

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Is pleasure addictive? If one person lines up perfectly with all your deepest desires, all your kinkiest kinks, would you choose him, in spite of how bad he might be?

My Stranger is about a woman who is sucked into the orbit of a Bad Boy Alpha Male, but like all bad boys, there is a deep, dark streak of the romantic in him. But her stranger wields a darkness that goes beyond normal behavior. Confidence hints at aggression, intelligence turns to manipulation, care is hidden within control, and persistence slides into obsession.

And like all of us who fall for the bad boys, AJ can’t help but wonder if she’s the woman who will save him from himself, if she’s the woman who can inspire a change in his behavior.

“You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever known.” His rusty voice turned downright corroded. “Maybe you can’t be soiled. Maybe your light can’t be dimmed. Maybe you would have been my fucking salvation, if you weren’t trying so goddamned hard to keep your distance.”

Would you fall for that line? There’s no shame if your answer is yes. Lots of us have fallen for lines like that. It’s that damned romantic streak, reeling us in, tying us in knots. The possibility of winning the ultimate prize, dangling before us like a fat, juicy carrot.

AJ’s girlfriend wants her to have one last fling with a man to get it all out of her system before they take their relationship to the next level. So when AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.

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A dark erotic tale of lust and lies, and a truth more dangerous than the ecstasy she discovers in her stranger’s bed.

My girlfriend wanted me to have one last fling with a man before we took our relationship to the next level. When my stranger stole me away and gave me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever known, I thought it was all her idea. But my stranger wasn’t what I thought he was.

AJ isn’t ashamed to admit she’s a lover of many things—men, women and various combinations thereof. She’s a free spirit with a rough past that left her with a need to be taken care of, in spite of her trust issues. For the first time in her life, AJ is ready to commit to one person, but her girlfriend isn’t certain that AJ can be faithful and suggests one last fling to make sure she’s ready for a future together.

When AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.

Warning: This story is dark erotica and contains situations that may be uncomfortable for certain readers, including Stockholm Syndrome, minor knife play, bondage, anal sex and fisting.

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The lights in my apartment were off. I flicked the switch, toggled it a bit the way people do when they think willpower alone can bring their dead bulbs back to life, but no dice. If I had known, I’d have picked some up while I was at the grocery store. Or, at the very least, I’d have come home before the sunset so I didn’t have to search for replacement bulbs by the weak light of the streetlamp outside.
I was on my tip-toes reaching for the back of the top shelf in my bedroom closet, pretty certain I had a box of twenty watts up there somewhere. Not ideal, but it would do until the morning. I didn’t hear a damned thing.
Massive arms wrapped around my rib cage. A big, hot body pressed against my back.
I jerked, but I couldn’t scream as a massive hand covered my mouth and held my surprise inside. My heart stuttered then pumped harder, my spine prepared itself for a struggle.
Then, “Shh, Ashley Jeanine, I won’t hurt you. Be calm.”
A smooth jaw swept over my temple as the unfamiliar voice—a rusty, deep voice—rolled over my ears. Was I calm? Not remotely, but the name the intruder used impinged on my senses and made me hesitate long enough that he removed his hand from my mouth.
“Did Sam set this up?”
“This has been in the works for a long time, beautiful.” Cloth slithered over my face and cinched tight around my eyes. “A real long time.”
Reflex had me trying to put my hands to the blindfold, but he caught my arms and pulled my wrists together behind my back. He was close enough for his body’s heat to cover me like a blanket. I held my breath and took stock of the situation, unsure whether or not to be mad at Sam.
The guy was big, brawny, and I wondered if he was another bounty hunter, a colleague of hers, though I wouldn’t have thought she’d set this up with someone she knew. Unless she trusted him a lot. His smooth-shaven jaw was soft against my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder and dragged his nose over my skin. I could hear him breathing me in. His hands found my hips and kneaded, and I relaxed without realizing.
Sam would get an earful later, but I could appreciate the scenario she set up. I had to admit it was hot. Maybe it was wrong of me, but a flash of excitement took hold of all the nerves below my waist. Here I was, in the dark and vulnerable while a big man, a stranger, tied me up and blindfolded me, his raspy voice stroking both my senses and my imagination.
Sam knew how much I liked to be tied up and I knew how uncomfortable it was for her to do it. It didn’t surprise me that she’d found someone who could, and since he’d used Sam’s pet name for me, all I had to do was relax and enjoy. I hadn’t thought to go through with her fling idea, but I was here, he was here, and my body was growing softer by the second.
He flicked the buttons of my jeans and they sagged open enough to let his hand slide in. Dude wasn’t wasting any time, so I shifted my stance and leaned back against his big chest. With my eyes covered, my sense of touch was enhanced, and I tracked his firm slide south with straining nerves and unwavering concentration.
His fingertip was hot against me. Striking sparks, he circled my clit with just that one, avoiding full contact and making me suck in an expectant breath. Over and around until my nerves were blazing, silently pleading. I arched lightly, pressing my shoulders back against the wall of his muscle, but I didn’t beg.
Hell, no, I didn’t beg.
I would have said he was teasing if his breathing wasn’t so ragged and his touch wasn’t so rough. His wrist shook against my lower belly and his pinky finger jerked rhythmically high against my right thigh. Sam must have set this up a long time ago if this guy was so ready for it. Or maybe he liked the idea of tying a girl up in the darkness of her own home, standing behind her and getting her off with just a single finger.
I’m not ashamed to say that’s exactly what he was doing, either. I started rolling my hips as he traced my slit, up and down, over and over, harder and harder with each pass. Tingles were taking over and my clit swelled—I could feel it and I liked it, the sense of anticipation that built a mental pressure just as much as a physical one.
He found some magic spot just to the right of my clit and stroked in such a way my hips bucked sideways. He growled in my ear and I figured he’d liked it as much as I did. Then his hot palm covered the whole upper half of my mound as his finger tracked back down, and thrust into my pussy.
His dark chuckle invaded my ear. The slow glide was frustrating and I had an immediate flashback to Sam on our last night in the ski lodge, using her fingers and nothing else, even knowing I needed more.
“There’s time, beautiful.” Again his nose dragged over my cheek. “But I’m going to wind you up, give you just enough pleasure that you can’t sit still. You’ll scream and beg and cry for more. And then I’ll fill your cunt with the biggest cock you’ve ever had.”
They all said that same thing, I swear to God. But there was something about this big stranger at my back that had me wondering, hoping, anticipating. His finger was thrusting in and out and providing just enough sensation against the ring of muscle at my entrance that my lust was leaping forward. A gentle tingle, a need for more and my pussy was soft and clenching and trying to suck his knuckles deeper.
“I never beg,” I told him breathlessly.
“You will.”

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Lola White writes what she writes, which is erotic fiction. Sometimes horror, sometimes paranormal, sometimes romance. It’s all sexy, but never predictable because she likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they can.

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Releasing 06/17/2015 exclusively at http://www.bookstrand.com/celeste-prater and 6-8 weeks later at major retailers.

Celeste Prater is awarding a randomly drawn commenter a $20 Amazon/BN gift card via Rafflecopter

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A quick mission to retrieve a bag of blood leaves Makar Decanus and Baruch Abella’s head spinning when they stumble upon their potential mate. Unknown to them at the time, this isn’t just any ordinary doctor with sea-green eyes and a tantalizing scent of violets. She might very well be the catalyst leading to the destruction of the Insedi race.

Dr. Keely Anderson thinks she’s on to something wondrous when not one, but three patients reveal they’ve seen men disappearing before their eyes. Undaunted by her prick boss’s demand she stop investigating, Keely finds herself swept into the arms of two overwhelming males that want to see her permanently positioned between their sexy as hell bodies. But will her heartrending past keep them at arm’s length?

Book 7 in the Fueled By Lust Series will pull at your heartstrings, make you gasp at the action, and have you fall head over heels in love once again with the Insedi race.

Reader note: Series best read in sequence

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Her inner fire burns brightly, Makar. She wants to feel our cocks grinding deep inside of her. He lowered his voice and let it slide out as if silk itself.MediaKit_BookCover_FueledByLustMakarAndBaruch

“Join us, Keely. Your eyes dilate with passion. My senses haven’t failed me.”

“I already told you that I’m not interested.”

Her soft, trembling words helped to release a soft growl from his throat, informing any that heard that he was a male with one goal—to get as close as possible to his mate. The air fairly crackled with the amount of energy streaming between him and Makar. It now swirled effortlessly around their green-eyed goddess.

“You lie, sweetness. We can smell your desire. The intoxicating bouquet of violets beckons us as if a moth to a flame.”

Keely blinked rapidly, yet stayed perfectly still. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t smell desire.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, little one. Makar spoke of this Insedi trait while you waited under the trees. I was in his thoughts.”

Keely swallowed and pushed up into a sitting position. Her fingers gripped the edge of the cushions. “My desire smells like flowers?”

Rising to his knees, Baruch clasped her calves and slowly pushed her legs wide. Moving between her thighs, he leaned forward until she collapsed against the backrest. He positioned his cock across the thin material separating him from her deliciously fragrant pussy and looked her directly in the eye.

“Do you feel how heavy he lies upon your body? Your sweet flowers have snared the beast. He awaits your decision.”

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MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_FueledByLustMakarAndBaruchCeleste was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and the proud.

A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.

Her true love is writing erotic romance, especially about alien hunks that know how to treat their females.

Drusus, Severus, Cato, Lucien, Caelius, Maxim and many more have swirled in her dreams until she had to bring them to life and allow them to find love within the pages of the Fueled by Lust book series.

 

 

 

Book 1 DRUSUS was nominated as Top 5 Finalist and placed 3rd in the 2014 RWA Passionate Ink’s 9th Annual Passionate Plume Book Contest in Erotic SciFi/Fantasy Category, Book 2 SEVERUS achieved BEST BOOK review rating and won April 2014 BOOK OF THE MONTH Reader Poll at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS, Book 3 CATO won the May/June 2014, and LUCIEN MediaKit_SeriesBannerwon the September 2014 BOOK OF THE MONTH Reader Poll at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS. All currently released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at Bookstrand.com within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10 Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.

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