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Mariella had never even come close to exploring th
Mariella had never even come close to exploring the entire Ephemeros, but she'd learned that there were a few places in the dream world that stayed constant. Built by the collective unconscious, the decor and locale might appear different from visit to visit, but the place itself would always be the same. One of them was a dance club. Sometimes it looked like a discotheque. Sometimes, an industrial club. Others, an Irish pub, a WWII-era dance hall, and once, Mariella had found it as a ballroom in a Jane Austen type country estate. But there was always music and dancing, always people looking for romance. It wasn't one of her favorite places to explore in the Ephemeros, but she knew how to find it, and tonight it would be just the place to get what she was looking for. Sex. Straight up, plain and simple, nothing complicated or too kinky. Just some good old-fashioned fucking and a half-dozen or so orgasms. Her expectations weren't too high, Mariella thought with a laugh as the landscape in front of her changed according to the push of her will. The sand in front of each step became clear glass that formed a path snaking through the beach and toward the jagged ebony mountains in the distance. Getting to the dance house wasn't so much about following a path as it was about following a feeling. She could've imagined a car for herself. Or a horse. A unicorn. Hell, Mariella could've flown to the dance club if she wanted to, but at the moment she was content to walk. One foot in front of the other, and though the distance she traveled was much farther than it would never have been in the real world, it took her only a few steps before she'd almost reached it. The landscape changed as she walked. She could've shaped it herself, but instead let it morph on its own. She liked to see what the dreamers did. #ParanormalRomance #SteamyRomance #Ebook #KindleBooks

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Noa is a young woman in search of her ahavatera — true love. Riordan de Cimmerian does not fancy himself the man to fulfill her destiny, but Noa is convinced otherwise. When she approaches him, determined to take what is hers by right, her teacher must decide. Give her what she demands, or throw away any chance at happiness? #romancereads #readingtime #readingisfun #readingabook

Jamison Wolfe was shouting again.

He did that a
Jamison Wolfe was shouting again. He did that a lot. On the phone, mostly, though Caite had heard him hollering in the lobby a few times when some particularly aggressive paparazzi had managed to get past the building security and find their way to the Wolfe and Baron offices in pursuit of a few of the company's clients. Jamison lived up to his name when that happened, snarling and growling in defense of those he considered to be under his protection. It was totally hot. So far, Caite Fox had avoided being the recipient of Jamison's fury, although she'd often thought about poking him to see if she could taunt him into losing control. The thought of it had been the subject of more than a few late-night fantasies, but so far she hadn't done anything about it. First of all, teasing your boss into a hatefuck, no matter how exciting it seemed, was definitely a bad idea no matter where you worked. Second, it was super hard to seduce a guy who barely seemed to notice you existed. Caite worked mostly with the Baron part of the firm, Elise. Despite her constant surreptitious surveillance of her other boss, Caite usually said scarcely more than a word to him. Whenever she felt tempted to rattle his cage, instead she held her tongue and focused on staying under Jamison's rage radar, doing her work the best she could -- which was pretty damned good. She could say that and not be bragging. She'd only been with Wolfe and Baron for eight months but had already managed to accumulate an impressive client list of her own even while working on everything else her two bosses had delegated to her. This was the best job she'd ever had. Great perks, decent salary. She considered the chance to surreptitiously ogle Jamison Wolfe one of the perks, and since he hardly gave her the time of day, she had a lot of chances to check him out without him noticing. Now the rough, deep rumble of his voice rose through the office walls and sent a shiver creeping deliciously through her, and for a moment, Caite sat back in her chair to see if she could catch a peek at him across the hall. #femdomromance #OfficeRomance #Ebook #Novella #KinkyRomance #BookRecs #FindANewRead


If you could re-read any book for the first time,
If you could re-read any book for the first time, but it was the last time you could ever read it...would you?

The position of lady’s companion at the grand, i
The position of lady’s companion at the grand, isolated Hemford House was meant to save Estelle Glass from the scandal of her own making. But when she arrived at the mansion and was greeted by the stern, mysterious and intimidating Mrs. Blackwell, Estelle began to see what had been meant as a punishment might possibly become more like a reward…if only she could manage to find her place in the dreary household and the service of Mrs. Virginia Hemford, the childlike beauty Estelle had been sent to serve. Soon the secrets of Hemford House begin to reveal themselves, one by one, as Estelle tries her best to take care of Ginny and avoid her confusing feelings for the intimidating Mrs. Blackwell. Estelle finds herself caught up in a web of rules designed to keep Ginny “safe”…but safe from what, exactly? Or from whom? What accident claimed the life of Ginny’s previous companion? Why does Mr. Hemford avoid his wife’s company, no matter how charmingly she tries, and fails, to seduce him? And who’s reaching to take Estelle’s hand in the night with that dark, cold touch? Only when Estelle learns the deadly secret everyone at Hemford House has been keeping can she truly understand what it means to take care of Ginny Hemford…or to be cared for by Rachel Blackwell. Can the women of Hemford House escape the hauntings of its ghosts, or will the past consume them all? #Kindle #AppleBooks #Nook #Print #Kobo

Why do you write? For the money? For the fame?


Why do you write? For the money? For the fame? Write to tell the story, because that's the only part you can control.


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2018
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This month, my name is Mary.

Every month, Joe t
This month, my name is Mary. Every month, Joe tells me a different story, and every month, I listen. He doesn’t know that I imagine myself the star of his every one-night stand, and how could I tell him? I’m a married woman, after all. All Joe and I will ever have is imagination. All we will ever be is fiction. I know this is wrong. I know I should stop before it goes too far. What I have learned from love is that you can’t always fix what is broken, but sometimes, you can survive it. I’m just not sure I can possibly survive knowing Joe. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀. (𝗜𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗖𝘂𝘁.) Available at Barnes and Noble! #annotatededition #BarnesandNoble #Paperback


There was nothing extravagant about this room, jus
There was nothing extravagant about this room, just as there was nothing luxurious about the rest of the house, but it was Claire's favorite for one reason. The view. Two windows, one on each end, let in bright light and gave a view of the sea from one and the small stand of evergreen trees on the other. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the ocean, she went to the bed and knelt on it to peer out the window. Claire frowned, then ran her finger along the glass. It came away black with dust. She wrinkled her nose. No wonder the room had seemed so dim. She looked down at the bed's comforter. She remembered it as being a wildly colored patchwork quilt of vivid reds and blues. Now the red looked more like pink, and the blue had faded so much it was nearly white. She blinked, then looked again. Had someone changed the cover? The pattern looked the same, but the colors...the colors just didn't seem right. Claire got up and looked down at the rug. She had bought it in a local artisan's shop four years ago, loving the splashes of color and texture, but not quite willing to have such a crazy piece in her apartment. It had been perfect for the attic room. Now, the colors she recalled as being so vibrant and clashing looked muted. Pale. She bent and touched the twists of rag. It was the same rug...wasn't it? Disturbed, she got to her feet and looked around. The sea air destroyed everything, slowly but inexorably. Things faded. The constant grit of sand underfoot had worn the linoleum in the kitchen downstairs to the wood beneath. Maybe it had worn the rug, too. With a shrug, she put the rug and the coverlet out of her mind. She'd clean the windows and put fresh linens on the bed. Maybe she'd buy a new rug again this year. Feeling better, Claire went back downstairs to the kitchen. A dark shape stood silhouetted in the doorway and she let out a cry. Her heart flew into her throat and she stumbled back. The man stepped toward her. Instant recognition swept over her, and embarrassment flooded her. "You scared the life out of me!" #ParanormalRomance #SecondChanceRomance #RomanceNovella #Kindle #AppleBooks #Kobo #Nook #Bookstagram

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦
𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. For Recreational Intercourse Operative Gemma, patrolling Newcity’s Lovehuts and Pleasurebots isn’t much of a pleasure. But it’s work she clings to after an accident destroyed her marriage and left her with half her body made of replacement parts. She keeps her head down and her mind on her job, waiting for the proverbial hammer to fall. The head of the ruling council is out to make those like her illegal. If anyone finds out she’s mecho, she’s toast. A routine inspection of a Pleasurebot turns into a strictly forbidden—and mind-blowing—sexual encounter. Then she realizes it isn’t an “it” at all. He’s human, and despite the sweet-hot climaxes he gives her, she buries her report to save them both from the consequences. Except he can’t seem to stay away from her, and for a time life seems almost…normal. Until Gemma uncovers Declan’s own deep, dark secret. A secret that could get her fired from R.I.O. Or both of them killed. #SteamyFuturisticRomance #AppleBooks #Kobo #Nook #Kindle #BookGiveaway #digitalbooks #ebooks #lovereading Comment below why you love reading romance! Winner's choice of digital format. (One winner this week!)

The position of lady’s companion at the grand, i
The position of lady’s companion at the grand, isolated Hemford House was meant to save Estelle Glass from the scandal of her own making. But when she arrived at the mansion and was greeted by the stern, mysterious and intimidating Mrs. Blackwell, Estelle began to see what had been meant as a punishment might possibly become more like a reward…if only she could manage to find her place in the dreary household and the service of Mrs. Virginia Hemford, the childlike beauty Estelle had been sent to serve. Soon the secrets of Hemford House begin to reveal themselves, one by one, as Estelle tries her best to take care of Ginny and avoid her confusing feelings for the intimidating Mrs. Blackwell. Estelle finds herself caught up in a web of rules designed to keep Ginny “safe”…but safe from what, exactly? Or from whom? What accident claimed the life of Ginny’s previous companion? Why does Mr. Hemford avoid his wife’s company, no matter how charmingly she tries, and fails, to seduce him? And who’s reaching to take Estelle’s hand in the night with that dark, cold touch? Only when Estelle learns the deadly secret everyone at Hemford House has been keeping can she truly understand what it means to take care of Ginny Hemford…or to be cared for by Rachel Blackwell. Can the women of Hemford House escape the hauntings of its ghosts, or will the past consume them all? #Kindle #Nook #Kobo #AppleBooks #Print

It was the biggest cock Milla Sulay had ever seen.
It was the biggest cock Milla Sulay had ever seen. A full ten inches long, three inches wide and made of clear, bendable plaz-foam, it hung next to a neighbor of similar width and girth. That one had an attached, realistically detailed scrotum designed to hold the battery powered motor that provided the unit's patented "thrust-n-grind" motion. "Take them away," she said to the SRV-S 327 that had shown her to the stateroom. Milla tried to sound bored instead of appalled, or worse intimidated, by the immense "amenities." The servbot couldn't have cared less. Programmed to obey simple commands to the letter and with an extremely limited intuitive function, the SRV-S 327 would turn down her bed, hang up her clothes or draw Milla a bath, but it would perform all of those functions because that was its purpose, and not from desire. It certainly wouldn't make judgments about Milla's bedroom habits, no matter what they were. Or weren't. "As you please, miss," said the servbot in an accent straight out of Olden England. It bobbed its squat metallic body in a parody of a curtsey. "Will there be anything else, miss? Warm bath? Vibro-masturbatory massage? Shall I ring for a Pleasurebot to service you?" The warm bath sounded good, but Milla wasn't interested in being vibrated to orgasm by a faceless, rolling torso made of metal and plaz-glass. The Pleasurebot, on the other hand, was a possibility. "Nothing right now. Thank you." The servbot didn't require thanks any more than it had required an explanation. Its internal circuits whirred faintly and it bobbed again on hidden springs, then turned on the gear wheel it had in place of feet and left the room. Milla closed the door and leaned against it with a sigh before looking around the cabin with a grin so wide it tickled her earlobes. Her first night in her very own cabin, with an entire week ahead of her. A full seven Old Earth-measured days to do whatever she wanted. #SexyFuturisticRomancel #KindleReads #AppleBooks #Kobo #Nook #ReadInBed #ReadBooks #ILoveReading #Bookstagram #Fun #Love #Sexy

2011 RT Convention in LA!

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Gosh, I li
2011 RT Convention in LA! #repost Gosh, I liked that hair.


BROKEN

This month, my name is Mary.

Every mo
BROKEN This month, my name is Mary. Every month, Joe tells me a different story, and every month, I listen. He doesn’t know that I imagine myself the star of his every one-night stand, and how could I tell him? I’m a married woman, after all. All Joe and I will ever have is imagination. All we will ever be is fiction. I know this is wrong. I know I should stop before it goes too far. What I have learned from love is that you can’t always fix what is broken, but sometimes, you can survive it. I’m just not sure I can possibly survive knowing Joe. SHATTERED Joe Wilder has never had a long-term romantic relationship. He’s a cheater, a rogue, a flirt, a womanizer. He ruins everything. Until he meets Sadie. They fall into an unorthodox friendship, meeting once a month on a park bench to share a lunch and stories of Joe’s sexual conquests, but soon Joe discovers that once a month is not enough. Relentless bachelorhood is not enough. All those women…not enough. Yet Sadie has troubles of her own, and no matter what Joe wants, he can’t make himself what she needs. It will take personal tragedy for both of them to find their way to each other, but can a love that grew from such rocky soil ever be expected to bloom? Or will he once again ruin it all, and leave it not only broken, but shattered? Shattered is a companion novella to Broken. The story features new material as well as scenes from Broken retold in Joe’s point of view. #Kobo #BarnesAndNoble #PrintBook #ContemporaryRomance #romance #romancebooks #readinglist #TOP


I like big bowls. #applecake🍎 #roshhashana
I like big bowls. #applecake🍎 #roshhashana

Today

The medica was young, perhaps just out of
Today The medica was young, perhaps just out of the training academy. She still wore her uniform crisp and pressed, her blue hair slicked back from her forehead and held in place by the woven band marked with the symbols of her profession. She gave the man at the patient’s bedside a warm grin and patted his shoulder. “How nice of you to stay with your grandma all night.” The man was handsome enough to make her flutter her eyes. His dark hair, streaked by the harsh Lujawedan sun, fell to his shoulders in sheaves that made her fingers itch to run through it. His hair might show the effects of the sun, but his face showed no sign of weathering. He smiled, his hand in the patient’s, thumb stroking the paper-thin skin of her hand over and over. “This is my wife,” the man said without any condemnation at her assumption, for which the medica was grateful. “Oh, I beg your pardon.” He looked back to the woman in the bed, her eyes closed and face pale. He leaned forward to stroke her hair, long and lush and bleached white the way the sun bleached everything on this planet. His hand caressed her cheek for a moment, and in the presence of such admiration, the medica blushed and left the room. * * * Yesterday Marrin woke to the feeling of kisses on her bare stomach. She kept her eyes closed, but smiled as her husband trailed his lips along her skin to the slope of her hip. She waited, breath held, for him to continue, and he didn’t disappoint. He never did. “Good morning,” he whispered against her skin, teeth nipping in a way that made her sigh. “The sun is shining again.” This made her laugh, as it always did, for on Lujawed, the sun almost always shone. “Good morning.” #repost #fun #Ebook #ScienceFictionRomance #SteamySciFi #FuturisticRomance #RomanceNovella #Bookstagram #Reading #ILoveBooks


We like visiting places where movies were filmed.
We like visiting places where movies were filmed. Michael Myers house from Halloween! #repost

L’shana Tovah! #sweetnewyear
L’shana Tovah! #sweetnewyear

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