Spanking and BDSM Romance Novels by Rhylah Kinley
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Wednesday, April 25, 2018
His Defiance Was Cute But Still Very Naughty-Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin #MM #Mpreg #Spanking #Contemporary #EroticRomance #ScifiRomance
Genre:
Erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy
Blurb:
Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.
Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.
But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?
Excerpt:
“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.
In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.
“Take everything off, pet.”
Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”
“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.
“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”
Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.
“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.
Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.
“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”
“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”
“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”
Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.
Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”
“Then place yourself over my lap.”
Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.
“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”
“Yes, sir.”
Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.
“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”
“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.
“What is it?”
“Velvet.”
“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.
“Yes, I'm sure.”
“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.
“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”
“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.
“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”
Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprang to life.
Buy Link:
Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Protecting-Alien-Mate-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B079Q2PJ3D
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Saturday, November 4, 2017
Merry "Chris" Mas by Clare Dargin- She Has A Date With Two Hot Guys For Christmas But Will It End Before It Starts? #HolidayRomance #Menage
Excerpt
Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.
She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy. Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.
Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.
Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.
Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.
This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.
She let out a long sigh.
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.
With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly.
Their consultant called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?
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Buy Link-
Bookstrand- http://www.bookstrand.com/merry-chris-mas
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Dark Control by Annabel Joseph- Once She Steps Inside She'll Belong To Him #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Dom #Sub
Not all fantasies are safe, sane, and consensual. Welcome to the world of The Gallery…
Blurb
Juliet meets Fort St. Clair on a miserable, drunken night, and wakes up the next morning cuffed to his guest room bed. Of course, Fort would never take advantage of her. No, the pleasure and pain he wants to inflict on her body must be negotiated in advance, because once Juliet sets foot in his private, exclusive dungeon, she belongs to him.
BDSM at The Gallery is supposed to be a straightforward arrangement, an affair by the rules, but Juliet and Fort’s growing connection brings unexpected emotions they can’t control. She’s the free spirit who transforms his rigid world, and he’s the Dominant she can finally trust—or can she?
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Book 1,
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Dark Control,
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series
Monday, October 9, 2017
Procured by Pia Manning-There Are Few Females And This Male Has Finally Found His Mate #RomanceNovel #Futuristic
[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Science Fiction Romance, M/F, HEA]
Blurb
Will he ever find her? Night after long lonely night, starship commander Dachar despairs over finding his mate. Once he spots beautiful, innocent Anis Warner, Dachar knows he must have her. He'll do anything to claim Anis as his bride, even pay an enormous sum to procure her.
Anis Warner is a woman who knows what she wants. And Commander Dachar is not it. Passionate about building her career, Anis jumps at the chance to enter the 'Study Among the Stars,' or SAS, program. Only problem—SAS is just a way to lure young women to the ship, so they can be mated to an Apochian warrior.
Can Dachar convince Anis that her future lies with him? It won't be easy, for Anis's independent streak isn't the only challenge facing Dachar. A racial purity movement is dead set against Earth brides, and Anis's future mother-in-law is a true believer.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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STORY EXCERPT
Dachar finally found Anis preparing multiple nourishments, or trying to. Various foods decorated the small counter. Some had been nibbled, some almost totally consumed, and a few, set aside from the others, not touched at all. Anis stood with her back to Dachar, considering the next series of buttons to push.
“Maybe if I try this, this, and that one…” she muttered to herself, not realizing Dachar stood behind her, amused.
“If you try the top two, the middle one, and that last on the right, you will make brueschl,” Dachar informed her laughing.
Anis spun around quickly, her cheeks bright red. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I was just going to try a few combinations to see what they did, and I got carried away. I’ll clean all of this up right away.” Anis reached for the closest dishes to begin the clearing process.
“Did you not like these?” Dachar asked, pointing to the plates on the far side of the counter. Dachar laughed as Anis bashfully shook her head no. “I hated that as a child. My creatora made me sit until I had finished all of it. Sometimes I sat for a very long time!”
Smiling a little, Anis replied, “It smells horrible. Like Brussel sprouts. Ugh!” She grimaced.
Not wanting to ruin the lighthearted mood or break this fragile connection, he pointed to a dish. “What about the agath? Did you like it?”
“Oh yes, a lot. Just like spaghetti. I was trying to find the meatball button.”
Chuckling, Dachar asked, “Meatballs? What are meatballs?
“Well, they’re like…” Anis launched into an explanation of meatballs.
More than an hour later, Anis and Dachar, both stuffed and laughing, moved into the living room area. Settling, Dachar invited Anis to sit beside him. Hesitantly, she perched next to him. Tapping a few buttons, he opened the viewing window and lowered the lights. For a moment, Anis sat rigidly, clearly uncomfortable. Once the viewing window opened completely though, she leaned forward eagerly.
Spread before her lay Earth curving gently into space, while white clouds swirled, changing shape as they traversed the planet. Stars twinkled in an inky background tapestry. Anis noticed silvery flashes falling toward Earth.
Placing her hand on Dachar’s arm, she asked breathlessly, “What are those? The silver streaks?”
Afraid to move and ruin the moment, Dachar replied, “They are smaller vessels from Talat. Some are delivering supplies to your planet, others transport people back and forth.” Very slowly, Dachar began rubbing Anis’s back. Without realizing it, she relaxed under his ministrations and leaned back, sighing contentedly. Dachar edged closer, his hand sliding around her shoulder. Anis stiffened.
Unwilling to retreat and lose his hard-fought gains, Dachar quickly asked, “Anis, would you like to see more of the ship? There are any number of places I think you might enjoy. And there are many more opportunities to eat.”
Anis, eyes sparkling, shifted to face Dachar. “Really? We could do that?! Yes! I would love to go!”
“Yes, Anis, I will take you on an excursion. I will enjoy exploring Talat with you.” Dachar looked at the floor as he considered how to explain his concerns. “But,” he began seriously, “you must promise to stay close to me and not wander off somewhere on your own. It would not be safe for you to do that.”
“Ookay, why isn’t it safe? This is a spaceship, right? It’s not like a big city or something—it’s a closed environment. This might sound like a dumb question, but is there crime here?”
“Periodically there are disputes, especially in the merchant area, but that is not what I mean.” Hoping a brief explanation would satisfy Anis, Dachar continued, “The unmated males of all species will be interested in you.”
“Why?”
“I think the drive to find one’s mate is an almost universal imperative. Many worlds have few females. Sometimes just fewer are born, or sometimes it’s the result of disease or war. In many cases, the problem lies with the harsh nature of newly colonized planets—worlds in the early stages of colonization are often harsh places in which to live. The struggle to survive is even more difficult for pregnant women and young children. Later, these males find themselves without mates. So, they search.
“On Talat, no male may approach a mated female. Unmated females are an entirely different question. That is why newly arrived creatrix are seldom found out on their own.”
“So any male whatsoever can grab me and force me to have their babies? That’s barbaric! What if I don’t want to do that? Or want a particular male?” Anis exclaimed, incensed.
Dachar realized he had explained far more than he intended to, but plunged ahead anyway. “A female may, after a suitable time period, be reassigned.”
“Reassigned! To whom? And after what time period? Who decides all that?”
Wishing he had never spoken, Dachar replied, “That is the law, but it rarely happens.” Seeing Anis’s disbelief, Dachar continued, “Males of my planet care very much for their creatrix. They take good care of their mates and try their best to keep them happy and satisfied.”
“How would another man know if I was mated or not? I’d be with you, wouldn’t I?”
“That is why it is so important for you to stay near me. A warrior would never allow his unbonded mate to go about alone. On Vora, my home, there is more freedom to move about unaccompanied, but especially on Talat…so, if you would like to go out, I must have your word that you will stay with me and place yourself in my protection.”
“What would happen if someone didn’t believe we’re really, you know, together?” Anis asked, blushing as she gazed at the floor.
Amused, Dachar considered his answer for a moment, and then gently tilted her chin upward. “Anis, I will fight, and if need be die, to protect you.”
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ADULT EXCERPT
Dachar stepped into the shower and stopped, seeing Anis naked for the first time. Transfixed by her beauty, he could only stare. Long honey-colored silk framed a startled face and flowed over creamy shoulders. Anis’s hands cupped her ripe breasts while plump nipples peeked from between her fingers. The evidence of her sexual arousal, an engorged pink clit, peeped out from between her pussy lips. “Dachar! I need to get dressed. Please leave—” Anis licked her lips as she gazed at his bulging crotch. Dachar’s cock stiffened and pushed against his uniform as he saw the desire gleaming in her eyes.
Exhaling in frustration, Dachar reached for Anis. Slowly he pulled her to him. Ignoring the fright shining in her eyes, Dachar covered Anis’s mouth with his own. Coaxing and teasing her lips with his tongue, he gained access to her mouth. Sweeping his tongue inside, he moaned softly. Anis arched into Dachar, opening her mouth for his invasion. Dachar plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth mimicking what he would soon do with his cock. Her creamy skin felt soft and warm as he cupped her firm ass.
Shivers of anticipation flitted along her spine as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh he found there. Dachar skimmed Anis’s throat, lingering in the hollow of her neck, where he nibbled and tasted. He licked and kissed his way to her breast. Covering the raspberry-colored nipple, he pulled it firmly into his mouth. Taking it deeply inside, he rubbed his tongue across the engorged bud, pulling even harder when Anis groaned. Slipping past Anis’s ass, Dachar’s two fingers slid along the crack into the wet opening hidden in her pussy. Bending her backward, Dachar slowly inserted one long, thick finger, penetrating as Anis gasped in surprise. Holding her firmly, he continued to thrust in and out with his finger, waiting for her to adjust to his invasion. He added a second finger, stretching her opening before encountering her virginal barrier. Withdrawing his wet fingers, he found her clit. Using her moisture, he slowly circled the swollen flesh, then slid past it and back into her. Each pass into her vagina brushed against her clit. Mindlessly, Anis threw her head back and groaned as she rubbed her pussy against Dachar’s hand.
“Anis,” he growled. “Now.”
Dachar stripped off his uniform as Anis watched, wide-eyed. Naked, he stood before her, magnificent. Thick, well-muscled arms joined wide shoulders. A powerful core tapered to a slim waist and hips. Long strong thighs framed a thick cock. Anis could not help herself. She stared at Dachar’s cock. The broad expanse of his head had her licking her lips, wondering what it would be like to run her tongue along the length of his shaft and play with him.
Scooping her into his arms, Dachar deposited Anis in the middle of his huge bed. As she struggled to her elbows, Dachar dropped to his knees. Grasping her ankles, he pulled her toward him until her ass stopped at the edge of the bed. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he gripped her hips firmly. Dachar’s eyes held hers as he lowered his head and began to softly kiss her pussy lips. Anis watched, fascinated, as he kissed first one side, then the other. His warm breath made her clit ache and throb, her womb clenching with each brush of his tongue. She cried out as incredible new feelings tumbled through her body.
Dachar circled her clit with his teasing tongue, never quite touching it. Slowly it slipped lower, until he found her pussy. Gently he tickled her opening, inserting just the tip of his tongue into her pussy. Anis gripped his forearms, trying to keep herself from hitting the ceiling. As he pushed deeper inside, her hands found his hair. She twisted the dark strands between her fingers.
“Oh God, Dachar!” Anis cried. And then whispered, “I want, you…oh, I want!”
“What do you want, Anis? Tell me.”
“All of you. I want all of you,” she moaned.
Dachar rose, Anis’s juices shining on his face. His cock glistened with its own juice. Taking his great cock in his hand, he guided it to Anis’s entrance. Nestling just inside her pussy, Dachar leaned over Anis and thrust forward. Anis felt herself stretching to accommodate him. Pleasure bordering on pain seared her.
Needing to feel him against her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. He groaned as her nipples brushed against his muscled chest. Taking her into his arms, he slowly pushed himself inside her. Encountering her barrier, he hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth with his own. Gathering himself, he plunged past it. He felt Anis shudder and writhe beneath him. Dachar waited for a few moments, allowing her body time to adjust to his size.
Moments later, she relaxed against him and wrapped her legs around his while her body rocked in rhythm with him. Dachar enlarged even more inside Anis, intensifying her pleasure immeasurably. Small ripples and spasms grew ever larger until muscles in her womb and ass clenched. She climaxed, toes curling. Dachar’s thrusts quickened then, until he found his release, hot cum coating her womb’s entrance.
They clung to each other, panting. Dachar kissed Anis softly, brushing silken hair from her face.
“Are we bonded? Is that it? I don’t feel any differently. How does that happen? The bonding, I mean.”
“The bonding process has begun, Anis. In a short while, we will belong only to each other.”
“What does that mean, Dachar?”
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Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Max by Jeanne St. James-A Cop And A Party Girl He Must Protect Have An Attraction Too Hot To Ignore- #MF #Contemporary #Erotic #Romance
Blurb:
Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.
As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.
Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?
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Excerpt:
She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled her nose into his neck. She could feel his strong pulse against her cheek.
It felt so good to be in his arms. She circled his tattoo with her finger. Semper Fi. Mary Ann had made sure to tell Amanda that it meant “always faithful.”
“Did you always want to be a cop?”
He had one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh, rubbing it slowly back and forth. “Yes.”
She waited a moment, and when he said nothing further, she prodded. “Why?”
His deep voice resonated through his chest. “I was always in awe of my grandfather and my father. That’s why I followed in their footsteps. That’s why all three of us did. The Marines first, to serve our country, and then the police department, to serve our community.”
“To protect and serve, huh?”
The pride exuded from his words. “It’s the Bryson family motto.”
She moved her nose up to nuzzle him behind the ear. “Well, you can protect and serve me anytime.”
“I’d planned to since the minute you bitched me out in that parking lot when you first came to town.”
She raised her head, pushing herself up with a palm against his chest. “You were only trying to get into my pants.”
“True…” he said slowly.
Amanda grabbed a nearby decorative pillow and whacked him.
“Hey! You didn’t let me finish. True, but when you saw me in my uniform, you just wanted a big ol’ piece of this bad boy.” He opened his arms wide as if offering himself to her.
Amanda whacked him again. “Yeah, right.”
“You can’t say you didn’t want this.” He reached out, and his long fingers cupped her face as he leaned in to kiss her. It was only a slight brush, leaving her wanting more.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Would you have kissed me if I had torn up the ticket?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“For twenty-five bucks? Get real. I wanted to take out that retractable metal stick you carry and beat you over the head.”
Max laughed. “You mean my ASP baton?”
“Whatever.”
“Only because you were sexually frustrated.”
“You wish.”
He poked her side gently. “Admit it.”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
“Okay. You’re right. I was sexually frustrated because I couldn’t jump your bones right there in the middle of town, in the free parking lot on the pavement amid a bag of spilled dog toys, while Greg looked on. Satisfied?”
His smile widened. “Yep.”
“Good. Now kiss me again.” She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down until their lips were a breath apart. “And do it like you mean it this time.”
The light peck was easily forgotten as he claimed her mouth with his, crushing her to him. This was what she had been waiting for. She groaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She felt a twinge and wiggled her hips in his lap, feeling his body harden.
He pulled back slightly. He ran a finger under the edge of her skintight black pants. “You know, I’ve drunk too much to drive. I guess I’ll have to stay put until I sober up.”
“Hmm. Maybe I should make another pitcher to make sure it takes you a while to sober up.”
“Forget it. I want to make sure you remember everything I do to you.”
“You’re right. I want to make sure you can do everything to me.”
“So we’re going to seal this new compromise with another kiss?”
“No, even better…” Amanda unfolded herself from his lap to take his hand and lead him upstairs.
As the steps creaked underneath him, she whispered, “We need to be quiet.”
At the top of the stairs, he answered, “I’m not sure that will be possible. You squeal like a pig.”
Amanda stifled a laugh and poked him in the ribs with her elbow.
“Ow!”
“Shh!” She pulled him into the master bedroom and shut the door quickly behind them.
She leaned against the door and watched him rub his ribs. His fingers were long and strong, and she knew what they could do to her, how undone she could become. Her stomach fluttered at the thought.
He splayed himself over the bed and held out a hand to her. “I feel like a teenager trying to have sex in my parents’ house and not get caught.”
Amanda reached behind her to turn the lock.
“Are you going to be able to stay quiet?” she asked him.
A wicked smile crossed his face. “Oh yeah. But I doubt you will be able to.”
“I hear a challenge.”
He laughed quietly. “You betcha. Are you game?”
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Buy Links:
Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/brothers-in-blue-max.html
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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Brothers-Blue-St-James-Jeanne-ebook/dp/B01LX0SZ3P/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1475187489&sr=8-1&keywords=brothers+in+blue+max
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/brothers-in-blue-max/id1159966365?mt=11
Google Books: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jeanne_St_James_Brothers_in_Blue_Max?id=lAwnDQAAQBAJ
Barnes & Noble (Nook): http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brothers-in-blue-jeanne-st-james/1124708976?ean=9781682522219
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/brothers-in-blue-max
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Author Bio:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: https://www.MyAuthorBiz.com/ENewsletter.php?acct=JJ4625816541890
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