Who’s to say you can’t have a romantic Thanksgiving? Oh sure, you might be dealing with the in-laws and crazy family drama, dodging kids while taking in football and way too much food…

But it’s also time to reflect on what we’re THANKFUL for. If you have a partner, chances are that person is high on your list.

My recent contemporary romance features a former Special Ops military man turned surfing entrepreneur and a popular adult film actress. Finn’s thrilled to finally meet his silver-screen crush, and Monica’s found her excuse to leave the porn industry.

Here’s a few romantic Thanksgiving ideas my characters might have used, and so can you!

An Escape Surprise: If friends and family aren’t on the agenda, Finn and Monica could plan a romantic weekend getaway. Their ideas might include a cruise (I bet they’d find some awesome deals), discover a cozy mountain cabin, or book a hotel room with a spectacular view.

Wake Finn Up with a Smile: *Warning – this only works when he’s a morning person!* But even if he’s not, how could he turn down a cuddly lover who says, “I love you….gobble, gobble!”?

Friendly Tackle Football: If Thanksgiving blesses them with a crowd, they’ll grab a football and get down with a game. What’ll start off as pleasant rivalry between Moni and Finn can quickly escalate into a subtle tease of “tickle football”. An added benefit: they’ll either work up an appetite, or work it off.

Share a slice of pie: When the feast is over and they’re finally alone, why not share a piece of pumpkin pie? Finn can decide on the amount of whipped cream…and Monica will be sure they take turns feeding each other.

I had way too much fun writing MONICA BEGGS, a heroine with a vividly colorful past. I know I’ll have to revisit that type of story again.

And if I did, what are your thoughts on the type of partner he or she should be paired with? Have you ever read a story where one of the main characters worked in the porn industry?

About Sheri:

Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, award-winning author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom series, contemporary stories, and soon-to-be-released western time-travels.

A former engineering secretary, she lives on California’s beautiful central coast. “I wanted to move away from a profession of inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries.” A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories of her own. “Ultimately,” she says, “my husband encouraged me to write them all down.”

Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award, and a Finalist multiple times for InD’Tale eMagazine’s Reward Of Novel Excellence award (RONE), she has numerous five-star reviews everywhere eBooks are sold.

Sheri loves to spend time at home and connecting with readers. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.

About MONICA BEGGS

Monica Beggs is more than the hottest porn star out on DVD–she’s Finn Daniel’s next assignment.

Lights. Camera. Lube?

Famous porn star Monica Beggs wrapped up another grueling on-location movie shoot when the Colombian cartel attempted to kidnap her. Their guns are as real as the price on her pretty head.

Former Special Ops and present day surfer, Finn Daniels recognizes a lady in distress when he sees one—especially if it’s his adult film crush being hustled out the door. He’s no longer in the business of busting up the underworld, but that doesn’t deflect his moral compass.

In a fast-paced adventure– over land, sea, and air– playing it hot and heavy will only lead them straight into action!

Excerpt (from the villains point of view):

Cartagena, Colombia

Scree. Scrreee. Scrrr-clunk.

The piercing noise split the air, driving brain-ripping daggers into his sodden head. Enough of that shit. Don Santiago Manuelo grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and squeezed the sides of the device. Located somewhere along the edge was the phone’s kill switch, but he couldn’t open his eyes to see where.

It hurt to lay on his side and the effort to flop onto his back left him breathless. He cursed low, hard, and guttural. There’d been a time when he sported six-pack abs. All he wore these days was a kegger.

Had the phone actually rang, or was that his hangover’s way of saying buenos dias? The taste in his mouth was foul, a combination of puke and last night’s greasy tamales.

With superhuman effort, he contrived to pry open one eye, then the other, and worked to make sense of his surroundings. Sitting up carefully, he managed to avoid another puke session.

“Puto infierno.” Fucking hell. It’d been a good party. A plethora of women, cocaine, and shots of Don Julio lasting long into the night.

The lavish surroundings blurred, then sharpened into focus. Relief slowed his racing heart as he recognized his own master suite.

But he wasn’t alone. There were two women with him in the California king bed.

Both were naked.

The sight of big tits—fake or real, he didn’t care—puffy nipples, and shaved puentas brought a smile to his parched lips. As the boss, he partied whenever he fucking wanted.

And fucked who he wanted as well.

Sí. It had been a good party.

Below his hips, his morning wood called for attention. He’d get the bitches to take care of that soon enough.

Por dios! The morning light made his headache worse.

Don Santiago Manuelo—that’s how he thought of himself and it’s what his men called him. Too bad it wasn’t the name his whore mother gave him forty-some years ago in the cardboard shantytown ghetto where he’d grown up. It was there in the streets, stinking of sewer and trash, where he’d learned to cheat, steal…and kill.

Early on he’d learned the rules of the game: Power came to those who were ruthless and strong. The ruthless got rich, the strong would win.

While wearing a suit accessorized by his professionally trimmed black mustache, he often passed as a lawyer or business executive. Not the cold-blooded killer wanted in most of the free world. Certainly not a powerful drug lord at the top of his game, one who held authority over life and death in this part of Colombia.

One of the women stretched, arched her back, and then rolled onto her side. They were beautiful. And boring. Sensual, yet they didn’t look different from any other women in this part of Colombia. These women held no value, no importance.

He could end their lives with a flick of his little finger.

But then, what would be the point? It’d be like destroying furniture or tossing out old clothes—or killing the arrogant pendejo who’d controlled the drug operations in the territory before him. Santiago’s takeover had been complete with the annihilation of the previous cartel leader, his wife, and their children. He’d even killed the man’s damn dogs for good measure.

Ruthless and strong.

The message he’d sent was important and made as clear as crystal meth: Don’t fuck with Don Santiago Manuelo.

The high notes of an electric guitar pealed in teeth-grating rhapsody. This time the cell phone was palmed and he was ready.

With a swipe of his finger, he killed the ring—the same way he ruled his rapidly growing kingdom. Since the onset of his reign, his crime organization had become more powerful, richer than any other cartel in Central America.

With his methods, Santiago ruled absolutely.

Not even the radar of U.S. law enforcement agencies could touch him.

Norte Americanos. They were a soft breed, only capable of creating drug addicts and pornography. As la diosa fortuna would have it, the U.S. produced both in large quantities. Lady Luck might be fickle, but she always smiled on him.

Naked women weren’t hard to find, especially when one lived in opulence such as he. The blonde stirred beside him, and Santiago ran a hand over her bleached disheveled tresses. When his palm reached the back of her head, he dug his fingers into her hair and fisted the over-processed locks. Ignoring her pitiful cries, he pulled her up and over, forcing her to kneel with her face at his dick and her ass in the air.

She’d suck him if she knew what was best for her.

Too fucking bad if he was balding, overweight, and had hit his mid-forties two months ago. It didn’t detract from the amount of pussy thrown his way.

In the mirror above his bed, he watched as the woman half his age moved her mouth up and down his growing cock, grunting when her warm fist tightened its hold. Fregado excelente. Her head bobbed in time to his hand pushing the back of her head. Faster, he quickened her movements.

Tension coiled inside his balls. The rush headier than his manufactured drugs. Santiago spread his legs wider and grabbed the hair of the drowsing brunette beside him, gritting his teeth when she moved to eagerly comply.

Life and death.

There had been no interesting women in his life for years. That is, until a few months ago when a long-term, faithful employee showed him an Americano movie with a woman so beautiful, eyes so alluring, he couldn’t get her out of his head. The image of her nude perfection filled his mind. Daily thoughts traveled a nonstop expressway between his brain and his erect verga. Desire haunted his nightly dreams until he could take no more and sought release.

Such as now.

The blonde puta traded places with the dark-haired girl, taking turns sucking his hard cock and licking his balls. Santiago let go of their hair and stroked his fingers down their smooth, velvety backs to loudly smack their upraised asses.

“Suck me harder, bitches. Show me how much you want it.”

Their efforts doubled, moaning deep in their throats. Ecstasy of flicking tongues and moist heat punched his balls higher into their sac. His hips lifted of their own accord, uncaring of whose mouth was on him, or where. The cracks of the women’s asses pointed back at him were too much temptation. Scent of pussy cloyed heavily in the still air. Shaved and wet, their honey glistened beneath his touch.

The brunette eyed him over her shoulder. Smiling, she spread her legs wider and arched her back, opening to show the pink heaven waiting inside.

He wasn’t interested in fucking either of them this morning. A quick blowjob, then he had business to attend. Still…their glossy pink vaginas, swollen and damp, drew his attention and he plunged three thick fingers of each hand inside them at the same time.

The brunette immediately bucked, soaking him to the knuckles. Her lips traveled downward to swallow him whole. Blondie rode his meager offering but wanted more. She was a hungry whore who pushed at the dark-headed girl to get her share of the prize.

Two sex slaves writhing over his cock. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

They both licked and sucked. Their tongues wrapped his length and sometimes kissed each other’s lips.

Imagining the talented woman, Monica Beggs, as the woman who shared his bed, his balls tightened. He grew impressively hard and thrust his fingers in and out of the women’s pussies.

“Monica, you are mine!”

Don Santiago Manuelo, the fat drug lord and king of the Colombian cartel, laid back his head and ejaculated, smiling as the mirror above showed two shapely women fighting over his spewing cum.

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Sheri

One day, I was driving around my hometown of Las Vegas, taking in the sights.  I’d been away for a bit, so I was looking through fresh eyes.  So, when I passed the local watering hole with a huge banner on the side of the building that read,  “Enter Our Giveaway.  Grand Prize—New Boobs!” I did a double take.  (Yes, I had to stop in.  It was for real.)  And then, as I was inching my way up the Strip, I stopped at a light to let a gaggle of showgirls in their G-strings, beaded bras, and feathers cross the street.

That’s when it really hit me—Deborah you are so not in Texas anymore.

And I remembered exactly what inspired me to set a series in Las Vegas.

Heck, most people can’t imagine living here.  And everyone has an opinion—Vegas is a love-it or hate-it kind of place.

Or, it was.

Vegas has grown up.

When I first started my Lucky O’Toole series, Vegas still had that Wild West, naughty vibe.  Trust me, I was trying to raise a then fifteen-year-old male there, so I was hyper-aware.  The billboards often featured perfect female backsides and the kids’ idea of hanging at the mall was touring the Forum shops at Caesar’s wondering what trouble Michael Jackson was getting into.

Thank God my son LOVED golf.

I was breathing easy until my son decided he’d like to go workout on the way to high school—not a thought that would normally strike.  I smelled a rat—but he really was going to the gym, so I let it ride.  Later I got the real story—the strippers all work out when they get off work.  Great.

One day I guess my son got too close and one of the ladies barked at him and that was the end of that little fantasyJ

Yes, Vegas is a different experience.

And, I fell in love with the silliness and the mischief.  So, I wrote a romantic mystery with a bunch of snark that captured what I saw in this quintessential American creation.

A book targeted toward women… set in a city that everyone other than me thought was strictly for men.  No, I didn’t know that going in.  Totally clueless.

As if trying to launch a writing career wasn’t a large enough challenge.  Marilyn Stassio chose Wanna Get Lucky? , the first in the series, as a NYT Notable crime Novel and it also garnered a double-Ritaä finalist nod, so thankfully not everyone was put off by Vegas.

And through the series I’ve tried to bring people along on my love affair with a city that doesn’t take itself seriously and just wants visitors to have fun and a bit of an escape.  Vegas is now a HUGE foodie mecca with virtually all of the top-tier celebrity chefs well-represented with eateries of their own.  The shows are spectacular.  And A-list singers regularly cycle through town—some even stay for longer-term, in-residence gigs.  We even have the Broadway touring shows.

Yes, it is possible to “Do Vegas” and never gamble or hit a “Gentlemen’s Club”—If THAT’s not an oxymoron, I don’t know what is—or perhaps, more correctly, a HUGE misnomer.  But, I digress.

Vegas is so important to my series that it really is a character.  I mean where else can you be sitting in a restaurant and watch the young women in their terribly short skirts try to sit on the stools at the bar, only to find the leather rather chilly.  The minute their choochillalas hit the leather they popped up like a human version of Whack-A Mole.

Or where else could you take a posse of girlfriends to a true male strip club and be very glad you have the protection of a group?  Who knew male stripping was a contact sport?

And there was the couple who come to Vegas every year, take different names, stay in separate rooms, only to pick each other up at the bar to have a torrid “affair.”  And the lady who packed her cats…

Anyway, as you can see, setting is integral to my stories.

What about you?  Does setting influence your reading decisions?  Turn you off?  Or turn you on?

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The Sixth Lucky O’Toole Vegas Adventure

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With Christmas a few days away, Lucky O’Toole, Vice President of Customer Relations for the Babylon, Las Vegas’s premier Strip casino resort, is in a festive mood. The upcoming wedding of her assistant to the Beautiful Jeremy Whitlock and her own engagement to her delish French Chef, Jean-Charles Bouclet have Lucky in full holiday cheer.

And even bigger celebrations are afoot. The national media is focused on the grand opening of Jean-Charles’s restaurant atop Lucky’s very own slice-of-heaven hotel. The opening gets a boost when Holt Box, a retired country-western singing legend lends a hand in the kitchen, adding mega-watt celebrity buzz.

Lucky’s life is humming.

The only sour note is her former lover, Teddie.

Teddie claims Lucky’s father, the Big Boss, has put an end to his return to the Las Vegas stage by handing that stage to Holt Box. Box is returning from retirement, a comeback of epic magnitude that will give the Babylon—and Lucky’s career—an incredible boost.

Taken by surprise, Lucky takes the high road. Or rather, she does what she always does when life overwhelms…  She ignores it.

Until she finds Teddie and her father, bloodied and angry, standing over the lifeless body of Holt Box, a dagger in Teddie’s fist.

The media sharks are circling.  A Macau heavy-hitter in town, flying under the radar but making his presence felt.  An old nemesis of Lucky’s is out of prison and salivating for revenge.  Lucky’s mother is ramping up her political campaign while juggling her new twins, who still don’t have names.   And Christmas is racing toward a crescendo.

Time is short as Lucky must discover whether Teddie is a killer.

And why she still cares.

About the Author

My mother tells me I was born a very long time ago, but I’m not so sure—my mother can’t be trusted.  These things I do know:  I was raised in Texas on barbeque, Mexican food and beer.  I am the author of WANNA GET LUCKY? (A NY Times Notable Crime Novel and double RITA™ Finalist), its five sequels, LUCKY CATCH, being the latest, and four between-the-books novellas.  Currently I’m stretching my writer muscles working on a women’s fiction/contemporary romance series set in Napa, a dark thriller, as well as the next Lucky adventure, LUCKY BREAK, due out November 20, 2015—all very different projects. So, if you see me with a glass of Champagne in hand, you’ll understand.  I can usually be found at the bar, but also at www.deborahcoonts.com.

If you were to ask me what I love the most about Valiant Heart it’s definitely the strong female characters. I’ve been dying to write a book that features an Amazon-like tribe of Huntresses, women who reject their destiny of having to mate with either a werewolf or a Hunter.  Women who take what’s theirs and all the power that comes with it. And that’s what you’re going to get in my latest Order of the Wolf book. These women kick some serious ass.

I’ve always been fixated on the role that strong female characters play in fiction and on the screen. I love watching and reading about women who can take charge, lead, manipulate, control, maim, destroy…whatever needs to happen, as long as it’s a she in that role.

If I were going to build an apocalypse team with only female heroines, my top five from movies and books would be:

Buffy either movie of TV show (both have merits)

Sarah Connor from Terminator

Selene from Underworld

Cynthia Leighton from D.B. Reynolds’s Vampires in America series

MacKayla Lane from Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series

There are many more, of course, but all of these women exhibit, not only strength, cunning wit and courage, but they are also loyal, smart, and sassy. They truly take no shit, can roll with the punches, and will lead or follow depending on what the situation calls for. All of these traits are what make a solid team and blow up the scenes with much kick-assery.

Who are your favorite female leads?

What traits would you look for if you were putting together an apocalypse team?

What are some books you’ve read with strong female characters?

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When the choice is love or loyalty, no matter what she chooses the heart will bleed.

The Order of the Wolf, Book 6

Slay the beasts. Save the day. Such is Ariana’s role in her first mission for the Queen. She has no reason to think the rest will be any different…until, in the heat of battle, she uses her powers to heal an injured Order Huntress.

Her gift doesn’t go unnoticed. Lance, her very own Hunter, zeroes in, and a different battle is on. Lance is hot and very attentive, but this Amazon is determined to stay independent.

Lance has prepared his whole life to battle alongside his mate. Now that he’s found her, nothing and no one else matters. He’s not letting her go.

For the Queen’s second mission—bring the Oracle into the tribe—Ariana risks taking Lance’s bond to get more power. She never expected her body to crave more pleasure, her heart to lower its defenses.

As the battle rages on between Huntresses and beasts, there’s a foul plan in play that will force Ariana to decide where her loyalty lies. The cost of her choice could be a life.

Product Warnings

Contains a squirm-worthy love triangle, plus some scenes of debatable consent between a take-no-crap Huntress and a super-hot playboy with a come-hither smile and a come-multiple-times tongue.

Excerpt from Valiant Heart

“We’ve been tracking Lazarus’s pack for years to no avail. Lost quite a few of our members to his claws and so we retreated to build up our strength and our numbers.” I pushed myself from the wall and walked to the center of the room where Greer stood. “When we heard that he’d been defeated by one of yours, we put together a team to track what was left of his pack. What better time than now to eliminate the threat? While his pack is still reeling from the loss of one so powerful?”

“And so we’re here, offering our support.” Greer smiled. “All we ask is that you come with us.”

“Like hell! You’re not going anywhere with these bitches!” Lance bellowed from the doorway, his look less disheveled than I would have expected. His hair was damp and pulled roughly into a tail at his nape, his clothes clean, his stance wide, like he was loath to let the coarse fabric of his jeans touch anything in his crotch region.

That last assessment might have been some wishful thinking on my part, my anger suddenly rising with the memory of his attempted bonding.

“Lance, you have no idea what we’ve been talking about.” Kelly moved toward him, hands raised like she was cornering a wild animal.

I smirked as I shot a knowing look in Greer’s direction. She was raptly watching the scene play out, amused no doubt that Kelly was even bothering to calm the man down. As if a Hunter could control any Huntress.

“These women are not what they seem, Kelly.” Lance was furious, rightly so perhaps, but coming off as a raging lunatic. “Open your damn eyes.”

Kelly flinched and halted, her expression losing any softness she’d had moments before. “My eyes are open. For the first time in years, they are wide open. These women are Huntresses and they are offering me a chance to empower myself and find Andrew. What the hell are you so scared of?”

“Your power, sister,” Greer whispered. “That’s what they’re all afraid of.”

Copyright © 2015 Angela Addams

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About the Author

Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios.

She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.

She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband and children.

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Brotherhood Protectors Series Book #1

Former SEAL and shining Hollywood starlet struggle against their burgeoning desire while trying to stay alive in the crosshairs of a murderous stalker.

Hank “Montana” Patterson never thought his call to duty would force him to leave his band of brothers in the Navy SEALs to return to the family ranch in the foothills of Montana’s Crazy Mountains. News that his father was shot, sends him rushing home to take over the reins of the Bear Creek Ranch. His forever belligerent father refuses his help, insisting Hank find the person who shot him. What Hank learns is the bullet was meant for the neighboring ranch owner, a Hollywood celebrity, a beautiful actress who once stole Hank’s heart.
Hometown girl, now a Hollywood temptress, Sadie McClain shot to fame and fortune on the big screen, earning her star on the walk of fame and a stalker who won’t back off. Escaping to her ranch in Montana, Sadie hopes to avoid her stalker, only to be hunted there as well. In need of a bodyguard with combat skills, Sadie hires her old flame, Hank to do the job.

Together they struggle to overcome their rekindled desire while fighting to stay alive in the crosshairs of a madman.

Excerpt:

His gut twisting, his nerves stretched, Montana clenched his weapon, holding it at the ready as he continued forward. If they had any chance of rescuing the aid worker, it had to be soon. ISIS rebels had a habit of torturing and killing anyone they could use as an example, rather than hanging on to them. Prisoners only slowed the attack and hampered their determination to take everything in their paths.

The tunnel opened into the bowels of what appeared to be a warehouse.

“I feel like we’re on a wild goose chase,” Swede muttered.

“And the goose is leading us to the slaughter. Not the other way around,” Irish concurred.

They climbed a set of stairs to a huge, empty room.

“Damn,” Swede said and bent to a dark lump on the ground.

Nacho released a string of profanity in Spanish.

“We’ve found the aid worker.”

What Montana had assumed was a pile of rags, was in fact a woman, her clothes torn, her body ravaged, her face battered. Her eyes were wide open, staring up at the ceiling.

Swede knelt beside her and touched his fingers to the base of her throat.

Montana’s stomach roiled at the sight of the woman’s damaged body. He could have told Swede she was already dead. What a waste of life. And for what? “We need to get out of here.”

The sound of footsteps made Montana glance up. A man stood on a catwalk twenty feet above them. He shouted something in Pashtu, ending in Allah, pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it into the middle of the team.

“Fuck!” Montana yanked his weapon around and shot the man. He fell to the ground, but killing him was a little too late.

The grenade rolled toward Swede, still crouched beside the woman’s body.

“Get down!” Lt. Mike shouted, and then threw himself over the grenade.

Montana shouted, “No!” as the grenade exploded beneath their leader.

The force of the concussion reverberated throughout the room, knocking Montana to the ground. His last thoughts were of the home and the girl he’d once loved.

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author ELLE JAMES also writing as MYLA JACKSON is an award-winning author of stories including cowboys, intrigues and paranormal adventures that keep her readers on the edges of their seats. With over eighty stories in a variety of sub-genres and lengths she has published with Harlequin, Samhain, Ellora’s Cave, Kensington and Avon. When she’s not at her computer, she’s traveling, snow-skiing, boating, or riding her ATV, dreaming up new stories.

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I don’t classify Releasing Rage and, the follow up standalone story in my cyborg series, Breathing Vapor, as BDSM. The reason for this is because there are no formal arrangements and no safewords. (The dominant cyborgs never take the kink too far. They can sense what their submissives are feeling.)

The series is also BDSM light. Rage, the hero of Releasing Rage, would never intentionally physically hurt the female he loved. He’s seen too much pain and suffering to inflict that on someone he cared about, even if she wanted this. Punishment for Vapor and Mira in Breathing Vapor never goes past a spanking. Many BDSM readers expect a larger pain element.

But the stories definitely have BDSM elements. In Releasing Rage, Joan is a natural submissive. When she’s paired with Rage, her dominant angry cyborg, she naturally falls into that role, seeking to appease him.

Joan isn’t weak. Being the sole female engineer on a battle station, she has overcome great hostility. She submits, as many people do, because it serves a need within her. Rage, in contrast, feeling out of control in other aspects of his life, needs to control their sexual experiences. This calms him. Their relationship works for them.

Vapor and Mira, in Breathing Vapor, also have a Dom/Sub relationship but it is very different. Mira is, what we would call, a bratty sub. She taunts Vapor until he punishes her (spanking is their punishment of choice). She likes the punishment because it helps her express her pent-up emotions. He likes the challenge of making her submit. Vapor is all about being ‘the best.’

I’m writing Crash and Burn, the third cyborg story, right now. Crash prefers to tie up or otherwise restrain his strong-willed heroine and she loves this. Again, they have a Dom/Sub relationship but it is very different.

Which type of Dom/Sub relationship do you enjoy reading about?

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Breathing Vapor

Vapor is the most advanced cyborg the Humanoid Alliance has ever developed. He’s a finely honed weapon, a warrior without parallel, half man and half machine. No lock can contain him. No being can stop him. Whatever he wants, he takes.

He wants Mira Breazeal, the Designer’s daughter.

She’s his one temptation, his sexy target. Vapor shouldn’t crave her caresses, steal her kisses, make her scream with ecstasy. The cyborgs want her dead and they would question his loyalty if he didn’t kill her. The humans would shoot him on sight if he dared to touch her.

Their love is forbidden. Their desire could be lethal. One human and one cyborg will risk everything for a moment of passion.

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About Cynthia Sax

USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.

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After too many months, I’ve finally narrowed my choices of stories for inclusion in my next anthology project. Congratulations go to the following authors:

Axa Lee – Opals
Bibi Rizer – Glass Slippers, Hardly Worn
Cela Winter – Queen High
Cynthia Young – An Eye for Love
Delilah Night – Plunder
Elle James – Billionaire and the Jewel Thief
Emma Jay – The Highwayman’s Treasure
Erzabet Bishop – The Highwayman Came Rising
Jennifer Kacey – Her Heart’s Tomb
Megan Mitcham – Swindled
Mia Hopkins – The Heat
T.G. Haynes – Lady of the House
Tray Ellis – Roguishly Handsome, and Other Superhero Problems

Congrats, all! You’ll be joining “the collection family“!