“How can it be wrong when it feels so right?” Be Teased from @GaleStanley 's new #shifter #romance The Omega's Temptation @changelingpress

 The Omega's Temptation by Gale Stanley

 

Omegas rank dead last in the pack. Tired of being low man on the totem pole, Axel leaves the pack to live with the humans. He hides his identity, gets a job, keeps to himself, and is lonely as hell until he meets Cassie. Axel is smitten, but there’s no way he can reveal his secret.


Be teased,

The Omega's Temptation (Utopia 3)
Gale Stanley
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Copyright ©2021 Gale Stanley

 

When Axel finally pulled back, he left Cassie breathless. She’d initiated the kiss, but she’d never thought it would be so intimate, so electrifying. Axel felt it, too. He looked into her eyes while he smoothed his hands over her back, her arms, wherever he could reach. His gentle caresses felt so good, Cassie didn’t want him to stop. It had been a long time since a man had touched her like this. Her panties grew damp as arousal pulsed between her thighs. What’s happening to me?

 

“Oh, Axel. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. You make me feel like a woman again.”

 

“I’m glad,” he murmured. “You make me feel like a man, Cassie.” He captured her mouth again and deepened their kiss. His tongue stroked Cassie’s until she was dizzy. Kissing had never felt like this with Benjamin.

Axel slid the rough pads of his fingers under Cassie’s top. He smoothed his palms over her breasts, fondling them and teasing her nipples ever so slightly. Cassie’s stomach did flip-flops and she felt tension build inside her.

Axel whispered in her ear. “This might be wrong, but you’re so fucking tempting.”

 

“How can it be wrong when it feels so right?” His touch lit a fire inside her. His voice, husky with passion, fanned the flames. Every square inch of her body was hot for him.

 

As they kissed, Axel urged her to stand. It felt good to press her body to his. Cassie wrapped her arms around him, pushing her breasts against his chest.

Axel slid his hand under the hem of Cassie’s shorts. Cassie expected him to stroke her aching pussy, but his hands came back around her waist. Doesn’t he want me?

 

Cassie parted her thighs, and ground herself against him, trapping his hard bulge between them. Oh he wants me. He’s afraid he’ll scare me off. 

 

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Author Bio and Links

 


Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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New release #scifi #romance from @sharielderbooks and @evernightpub Read a #teaser

 

The Scent of Memory

Green Rising Book 2

 

By

 

Shari Elder

 

Release date: December 16, 2020

 

Genres: Romance, Science Fiction, Erotic

 

Ebook Published with Evernight Publishing

Cover artist: Jay Aheer

 


 

 

 

Twelve years ago, Marisol lost Aren. Now he’s back – pointing a gun at her head and treating her like a stranger.

Rebel hacker, Marisol Martinez, never thought volunteering to keep the hospital safe from cyborgs would lead her back to the man sabotage ripped from her arms. The man she swore to avenge by any means possible.

For over a decade, Cap protected the cyborgs under his command from every danger. Until he meets an insurgent, whose scent wreaks havoc on his control. She calls him Aren and insists she knows him. But she’s wrong. He has no past, no present, no future – only orders he’s programmed to complete.

Forced together, Marisol and Cap can’t resist the passion that keeps building between them.  With time running out, Marisol must use her computer skills to restore Aren’s memories or Cap will kill all subversives on the planet – starting with her.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hello, I’m Shari. 

By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid to class, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges.  With a glass of wine by side, I curl up on the couch with my computer nestled in my lap and let my imagination play until stories take shape.  I also periodically check on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom. Once I’ve reassured myself she’s not plotting world domination, I pull out my alter ego, who definitely is.  As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

 

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can't resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one.

 

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Goodreads:      Shari Elder (Author of Race to Redemption) | Goodreads

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Read a teaser

 

“I’ll take you there,” Marisol volunteered. “Follow me.” She rushed out of the room. He was by her side in seconds.

“Explain your interest in me.” He turned off his scent sensors to prevent himself from being sucked into the pungent turbulence of emotions spilling out in her aroma.

“We were to be married.” The gentle emotion vibrating in her voice stroked his remaining flesh like a caress. He shook it off. It was dangerous.

“Was it arranged?”

“No, we chose each other. We were living together when you were killed—abducted—after a mining accident.”

“We were intimate?” Heat roared through him. He shut it down reluctantly. He was starting to like the way he felt around her.

“You have no memories of me? Of us?” She blinked rapidly as though to force back tears threatening to spill.

He shook his head. “Cybercorp wipes our long-term memories. Periodically, a memory fragment may surface, but our systems are programmed to shut down if that occurs. If a cyborg suffers from too many of these recalls, he is decommissioned.”

“That’s brutal.”

“We’re brutal. You’d be wise to remember that.”


 

 

 

From #gayromance Night Song #FirstChapterFriday . #LGBTQ @evernightpub @parr_books #MMromance

 


First Chapter Friday

from new release

Night Song


Chapter One

 

Oliver Honeycutt ran along the corridor, his piece of toast gripped between his teeth, reading glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. He’d received a request from the shop floor to find a pair of bronze designer jeans for a prized customer. The call had come just as he’d taken a seat at the lunch table with slices of toast on which he’d intended heaping chocolate spread, but Oliver gladly gave that up to take the stockroom task. He’d stuffed dry toast in his mouth and taken off.

Just the name Zane Highwood gave Oliver a rapid heartbeat. No matter what Zane requested, Oliver would be the first to leap into action. These days the other stockroom assistant didn’t raise his face from his smartphone or put down a coffee cup. Oliver and Eddie had somehow reached an unspoken agreement that Oliver took any job concerning Zane Highwood.

The fashion store sold big name brands of what the owner, Anton, smilingly called rock star garb as well as his own designs. Only six people had face-to-face contact with customers. Specially skilled and drilled in serving the discerning clientele, these six never ventured into the stockroom to find an item. They called Oliver or Eddie on the internal phone. Once the item was located, either assistant placed it in a tiny service elevator and sent it to the sales floor.

Oliver had never spoken to Zane, but he put his heart and soul into fulfilling Zane’s requests. Oliver never attended Zane Highwood’s gigs, held in clubs where he knew he’d feel out of place. He couldn’t let himself become creepy, but a smile would spread on his lips when Zane appeared in the press wearing the clothes he’d provided from the stockroom. Oliver took care not to let his admiration for the dark-haired, slim-hipped singer become an obsession. Even though Oliver was only twenty-five, he’d long ago given up hoping for a man who would love him, especially one as handsome as Zane. Instead, he looked on Zane as beautiful, a dream to hold dear as the kind of man he’d love in his life, but not to hopelessly covet.

Oliver pulled the requested garment from a stack. The bronze jeans would look good with a particular belt, and Oliver added that to the tray in the mini elevator. He pressed the button and it descended.

Eddie glanced over at Oliver from his perch on a stepladder, having taken the subsequent request for a garment from a sales colleague. “Why’d you bother?”

Not understanding, Oliver gave Eddie a puzzled look.

Clearly, his colleague understood the implied question in Oliver’s expression. “With the extra stuff—a belt, a t-shirt, a scarf. I mean, you don’t know if the customer even sees whatever it is. No one downstairs ever comes up and says, hey Ollie, great job.”

Oliver shrugged. “I enjoy doing it. I’d like to dress the windows or the store models—put things together. Maybe even become a personal stylist.”

Eddie pushed the flat box he’d looked in back on the stack, then turned to Oliver. “Yeah, looks as if you have a flare for it. You should ask Anton.”

Oliver sighed. “He’d say no. The artistic team does it.”

Eddie shrugged. “Up to you.”

Darkness had fallen before Oliver left the store that day through the side door onto a covered alleyway squeezed in between two tall buildings. Tuesdays and Sundays were the only evenings the store didn’t open until eight thirty to accommodate the huge variety of clients and entertainment customers. Oliver adjusted his collar to keep out the December wind. He glanced up at the night sky as he met Main Street and lost the shelter of the arched roof afforded by the alley. A flurry of sleet scattered huge dark splashes onto his overcoat. Soggy ice lodged in his hair and wet his face. Oliver licked it from his top lip. Hunching his shoulders, he strode to the station.

As it was Tuesday, Oliver could catch the early express to his small house. He hurried along. The traffic swished on the road that was fast turning slippery under the coating of slush. Streetlights, their poles wound around with bright lights to ward off the winter gloom, threw glitter onto the puddles. Shops lit the sidewalk, their seasonal displays twinkling as he passed.

Oliver dashed through the crowds. A man carrying an enormous cardboard box charged right at Oliver. The man could barely see around the box. Oliver sidestepped the collision with a grin. Somebody will bump into him for sure. His avoidance brought Oliver into the gutter, and a passing cab honked. Oliver rolled his eyes and jumped onto the curb, where he slid along for a few seconds. The cab’s proximity threw slush into Oliver’s shoes and wet his socks, but not much could diminish his happy mood. He smiled as he entered the station and swiped his travel card through the machine at the turnstile. Tonight his brother was Skyping him from across the world.

To say Oliver missed his older brother, Eric, was an understatement. When Eric’s journalist career took him to Indonesia and then Australia, Oliver was bereft. When Eric married an Aussie girl and made Melbourne his home, Oliver grieved for a year. He simultaneously wished them every happiness and wished Eric had never become a journalist. Even after three years, tears welled up in Oliver’s eyes when he recalled their childhood and teenage years spent together.

He tried not to let memories creep into his mind. His loneliness and regret at losing Eric didn’t sit well in his mind. He saw the feelings as inappropriate and maybe indicative of resentment, although Oliver didn’t envy Eric. He loved him. Oliver had never been able to fill the hole that opened up when Eric left his life. Eric was the only person in the whole world who knew Oliver was gay.

Their mom had left her house in a suburban neighborhood where the boys had grown up, for a visit to Eric, his wife, and their new baby a couple of weeks ago. Australia was far away, and the journey took a long time, so she would be staying with them for ten weeks. When Oliver had last visited her, he sent presents for the baby, genuinely enchanted when Eric had displayed his daughter wrapped tight in a blanket the last time he and Oliver Skyped.

He pushed his hands into his overcoat pockets as he strode along the outer city street in the cold night. He unlocked his front door, flipped on the hall lights, and, after levering off his wet shoes and discarding his overcoat, Oliver dashed to his study and booted his laptop. He went to the kitchen and hurriedly made a cup of instant coffee, which he took to his study and placed on his desk. Dinner could wait until he’d talked with Eric.

Copyright E. D. Parr December 8, 2020 Evernight Publishing


Night Song

Twenty-five year old Oliver Honeycutt has no idea how handsome he is. He’s creative, brilliant at his job, and underused in the designer fashion store where he works. Behind the scenes, Oliver takes special care with orders for customer, rock star, Zane Highwood. When Zane is to be the main attraction in the store’s Christmas party, fashion show, Oliver hopes Zane will notice him.

Multi-millionaire, twenty-five year old, Noah Somersby, made his first million before he was twenty-one and now owns a number of casual-chic menswear stores. He’s a designer, gorgeous, and desperate to find a man who will love him for himself and not see dollar signs as they kiss.

Noah doesn’t often take the train into the city, but one rainy day he does, as he settles into a seat opposite Oliver, the two men exchange interested glances.

In fact, Noah is super attracted to Oliver and Oliver thinks Noah is gorgeous.

As the store holiday season party approaches, can serendipity bring them together?

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