Cover Reveal So Good by Nicola Rendell



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On the roof of a house outside Truelove, Maine, master carpenter Max Doyle looks down through a skylight and sees the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. She’s naked, she’s gorgeous, and everything about her is perfect, down to the ball-busting tattoo of a rose that wraps around her hip. But it isn’t just any woman making his knees buckle. It’s his best friend, Rosie Madden. And as he stands there, mesmerized and precariously close to toppling off the roof, he knows he’ll never, ever be able to look at her the same way again.

Rosie can’t help but notice that Max is suddenly acting very strange—lots of long stares, totally tongue-tied, and not at all like the slightly cocky hunk she’s proud to call her best friend. She can’t figure it out, until later that night when Max rescues her from the world’s worst date, challenges her to a game of pool, and shows her just exactly what she’s got him thinking about. Repeatedly.

But life is complicated. Rosie’s cat, Julia Caesar, wants to eat Max’s dog Cupcake for an afternoon snack. A dream job threatens to pull them apart. And another glance through the skylight changes everything, one more time. Yet try as they might, they can’t go back to being just friends, because falling in love with the one you’ve always adored?

It feels so good.


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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.
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Weekly Author Spotlight-Tymber Dalton

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Flying Monkeys (Drunk Monkeys 6)

by Tymber Dalton

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When you have to take an apocalyptic road trip, don’t forget to pack…the Drunk Monkeys.

Capt. Kyong Tran is an orphaned pilot stuck in limbo at a base outside of Seattle, with a plane and no crew. Their presumed deaths during LA’s fall weigh heavily on her conscience, as does the mysterious death of her beloved brother.

Despite initial missteps, Kilo and Foxtrot fall hard for the gorgeous, feisty pilot. The unit needs her—and her plane—to move the scientists and their precious research to a hideout in Florida. Meanwhile, they’re still scouring Seattle for a Kite-infected woman who might hold the key to a vaccine.

With local violence on the rise, Kyong has little time to train three of the men to complete her crew. No easy feat when she might be falling for Kilo and Foxtrot. Can she turn three Drunk Monkeys into flying monkeys in time for them to continue their quest to save the world?

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When you need a job done right, you need to call in the Drunk Monkeys…

The A-Team meets Mad Max meets The Walking Dead (without zombies). The Drunk Monkeys series is a MFM post-apocalyptic, near-future series (non-paranormal) featuring the men of the elite special ops military unit dubbed the Drunk Monkeys. These twenty men must work to locate and bring in the scientists who can stop the Kite virus from ravaging the world.

Unfortunately, there are those who want to control a Kite vaccine, and who will stop at nothing to try to ensure the Drunk Monkeys fail. Including a batcrap crazy preacher with apocalyptic delusions of becoming President of the United States.

There are ten books in the series, all of them MFM romantic pairings and HEA storylines.

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Tymber & Kiwi

Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner is also the bestselling author of over one hundred books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.




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When they pulled up under the shade of the Panda’s starboard wing, she climbed down the stairs and walked over as Mal shut off the Jeep.

“What’s going on, Mal?” she asked as she leaned against the front driver-side fender.

The two guys with him wore nondescript unis that could be civvie clothes, khaki trousers and black T-shirts that looked like they were painted onto their ripped and ready torsos. The one in the backseat had brown eyes, black hair, and caramel skin she wanted to lick from head to toe to see if he tasted as good as he looked. The other was a blond-haired, blue-eyed cutie with a rugged jaw and quiet good looks. She suspected could get pretty loud in the sack, if he wanted.

What? Wait. Idiot.

Yes, it’d been way too long since her last ride in a rack. Over three years. She’d been too damned busy, for starters. Then TMFU hit and the last thing on her mind had been getting laid. She’d never been in the market for a relationship. Well, mostly because the guys she’d slept with weren’t exactly relationship material, or looking for anything more permanent themselves. She’d simply been seeking a good time, a warm body, a temporary diversion.

These two guys hit her radar, hard.

Both men seemed intently focused on her, too.

Obviously, I’m overdue for a psych eval. Sex should be the absolute last thing on my mind right now.

“Want to introduce you to a couple of friends of mine,” Mal said. “This is Foxtrot”—he hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the backseat passenger—“and Kilo.” The blond hunk riding shotgun nodded. “Guys, this is Captain Kyong Tran.”

“Nice to see you have friends, Mal,” she said. “Is there a reason for this social call?”

Mal grinned around the toothpick he was currently in the process of pulping. “Remember how I was talking about you maybe getting reassigned?”


“How you feel about joining a SOTIF team?”

Her eyes narrowed as she took another appraising look at the two men Mal had shuttled out to her plane. “What the hell?” Her PT stats were great, but no way in hell could she ever qualify for a SOTIF team.

Not that she wanted to in the first place. That would mean deliberately putting herself in the line of fire, charging into places others ran from. Flying into an unfriendly zone was different than heading in there to the front lines.

“I think you’re off your goddamned rocker, is what I think,” she said.

* * * *

Kilo wished the pilot would take her mirrored sunglasses off so he could get a better look at her face. Somehow, he’d either missed the memo or hadn’t paid close enough attention when Mal was telling them about the Punchy Panda’s pilot on their ride down to the plane. He’d related her stats, that she was thirty-four, a decorated and skilled pilot, experienced, everything they’d need for their mission.

Through all of that, the fact that Captain Tran was a woman had totally escaped Kilo.

Until he’d set eyes on her, that was. Even in her flight coveralls he could make out her slim, athletic build. Around five nine or so, her straight brown hair was pulled into a short braid and pinned into a bun on the back of her head, out of her way.

She was four years older than him, outranked him, and he strongly suspected he’d be trying to plant his dick inside her if he spent too much time around her.

Holy crap.

“Look, we need a plane and a pilot,” Kilo said. “From what Mal told us, you’re perfect.”

“I also don’t have a crew. Did he tell you that, or did they start sending you SOTIF guys through flight school and not bother to mention it to the rest of us?”

Aaaand she’s feisty.

When his cock stirred, he fought the urge to adjust his trousers.

Down, boy.

He realized Foxtrot had gone uncharacteristically quiet and glanced back at him. His partner’s gaze was anchored on the pilot.

Oh, boy.

“Do us a favor and come talk to our CO with us,” Kilo said.

“Why should I?”

He got out of the Jeep and motioned for her to follow him a few steps away so he could lower his voice and speak to her out of Mal’s hearing. “We’re on a top-secret mission. it’s no exaggeration that the world is at stake.”

She crossed her arms over her chest while he stared at his own reflection in her mirrored sunglasses. “Isn’t the world always at stake with you SOTIF guys? Look, I’m no warrior. I’m a pilot.”

“And a pilot is exactly what we need. This is all top secret. We’re trying to protect people working on a Kite vaccine. And we need to move them and their research to Florida. You and your plane are perfect. Don’t make us waste valuable time hunting around for another plane and crew to do this, huh? Adding you to our unit will attract a hell of a lot less attention than us sniping another plane and crew from an existing unit elsewhere. And we need a full-time fixed-wing pilot. We have a helo jockey, but while that’s helpful, current events have proven we need more than that.”

Foxtrot walked over and joined them. “Look,” he said, voice low and focused on Kilo, “if she doesn’t want to, I’m sure we can find a better pilot.”

Whether his partner had intended to pull a Roscoe with the woman or not, it had the effect Kilo wanted.

She ripped off her glasses and rose up on her toes to get in Foxtrot’s face. Gorgeous brown, almond-shaped eyes full of ammunition, aimed, primed, and ready to fire on his partner.

“What’s your rank, again, soldier?” she asked, sounding about a hundred pounds heavier and a foot taller than she really was.

Foxtrot leaned back but didn’t give ground. “Um, PFC.”

She jabbed him in the chest with a finger. “Let me tell you something, PFC supersecret guy. I’m a damn good pilot. I can probably outfly most if not all of your choices for your cargo jaunt, so don’t pull that shit with me, you hear?”

“Uh, sure.”

“What was that?”

Kilo struggled not to laugh as Foxtrot snapped to attention. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”


 Foxtrot was done messing around. He could apologize later for letting Kilo stew this long, but he wanted to get laid, he wanted to show Kyong they were the perfect men to audition for the leading roles of lifetime personal copilots for her, and he wanted it right farking now.

He didn’t bother trying to stay quiet as he walked into their room and flipped on the overhead light, going straight to his duffel.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Kilo complained.

Foxtrot didn’t answer him. He dug through his shower kit until he found what he wanted, then he walked over to Kilo’s bedroll, grabbed him by the hair, and bodily dragged the man out of his rack.

“What the—dude, fuck!” Kilo screamed.

He barely let Kilo get his feet under him as he pulled him down the hallway and back to the bathroom. When he burst through the door, Kyong let out a little squeak of fear, and she jumped, but she was still in the same position he’d left her.

Oh, good girl.

He threw Kilo into the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind them, locking it.

Kilo came up, ready to swing until he spotted Kyong sitting there, naked and spread wide open on the counter.

Foxtrot looked at him. “You’re welcome.”imageedit_13_2305033430

Then Foxtrot stepped over to her, grabbed her hair, and kissed her again. He held up a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. “You got a five-year?”

She nodded.

“Good. We’re clear. You clear?”

She nodded again.

“You okay with us not using these then?”

She nodded.

“Good. Then I know where we’ll use the condoms.” He put everything on the counter and kissed her again.

Kilo let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan. Foxtrot cast a glance at him over his shoulder. “We were clearing the air, asshole,” he said. “If you’d just let me tell you that instead of assuming we were fighting, we might have been able to get this settled a while ago.”

Then he slid two fingers from his free hand along her pussy lips, finding her wet from his earlier teasing. He pressed one against her cunt for entrance and it easily slid in. He also enjoyed the soft moan Kyong made when he did.

He wanted to make her moan like that around his cock.

“You ever have two guys at once, baby?” Foxtrot asked her.

She blushed but shook her head.


Her gorgeous red cheeks deepened in color, but she nodded.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You like it?”

Another nod.

“Good.” He pulled his finger from her pussy and sucked her juices off it before kissing her again. “Kilo, you can apologize later. Get your ass over here and kiss the lady.” He released her, loving the way she wobbled a little as he did, and shoved his shorts down and off before kneeling between her legs again. He pulled her forward, slinging her thighs over his shoulders, and buried his head in her pussy.

* * * *

 Kilo had gone from being sound asleep, to being rudely awakened, to being yanked out of bed by his hair, to…

He wasn’t sure what the fuck this was, was still trying to process everything, but he damn sure wasn’t going to pick now to try to do that, for fuck’s sake.

He walked over to the counter and reached out to stroke Kyong’s cheek. She nuzzled his hand, her eyes staring into his, looking vulnerable and…

Well, gorgeous. Like the most gorgeous woman on the face of the planet.

He leaned in and kissed her. He wasn’t sure if the moan he caught between his lips was from him kissing her, or from something Foxtrot was doing downstairs, but he didn’t care.

Now his cock felt painfully hard, straining for freedom from his shorts, wanting to fuck. Her. Now.

Right now.

Right. Fucking. Now.


He yanked off his T-shirt and shorts and threw himself into whatever this was with one hundred and ten percent effort. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails deliciously raking down his back when he cupped her breasts in his hands and started playing with her nipples.

Soft, rhythmic gasps rolled from her. He suspected Foxtrot had her close to coming, but then she let out a cry of frustration as Foxtrot stood, her juices glistening on his chin and a smile on his face. “No, baby. Not yet.”

Foxtrot grabbed her by the arm and helped her off the counter. Then he lay down on the floor, pulling her with him and positioning her on top of him sixty-nine.

“Dude,” he said, pointing at the counter. “Lube and condoms. Come on, focus.” Then he pulled her down on top of him and her moan was muffled around his cock in her mouth.

Kilo grabbed the items and circled around behind her, dropping to his knees. “Oh, baby.” He stroked her ass, sliding two fingers into her pussy and finger-fucking her, loving the way her hips flexed as she tried to keep them there when he withdrew them.

He sucked his fingers clean, loving the taste of her already.

Focus! Fucking!

He opened the bottle of lube, drizzled it down the seam of her ass and over his fingers, and slowly started rubbing her rim with one finger.

* * * *

 “Mm-hmm,” Foxtrot mumbled into Kyong’s pussy when she moaned again at the feel of Kilo’s fingers playing with her ass.

Foxtrot was being frustrating, and she suspected he was doing it on purpose, not letting her get over the edge, slowing down every time she started to get even close to coming.

Then Kilo worked the first finger into her rim. She froze, waiting, whining a little. Yes, it’d been a while, but she knew from experience if she waited, it would feel really good in a minute.

That was when Foxtrot sucked on her clit and shot her into orbit, the sneaky bastard.

Weekly Author Spotlight-Doris O’Connor

CaptureSeries: The Projects

by Doris O’Connor

 Series overview:

 Nothing is what it seems in the world of the Projects, where bloodlines mean everything, and the council rules with an iron hand.

 Meet the Alpha shifters and their feisty heroines—human and shifter alike—who risk everything for love.

Claiming his human

Claiming his Human

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 The Projects, 6

Shifters defend their mates to the death…

Bear shifter Darius Longton never expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the truth. This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.

Too bad she’s human and far too fragile for his volatile bear.

Holly Trent cannot understand the instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.

But when a customer gets heavy with her, everything changes. Darius’s defense of her places them both in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into shifter council politics, it falls to Holly to save her mate.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, spanking

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Darius’s eyes flashed from golden to brown and back again, and she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze.


“Holly, what are you doing?” he asked. The gravelly timbre of his voice shot straight to every one of her erogenous zones, not least because his scent increased and wrapped her into a cocoon of his earthy, spicy presence.


“I don’t know. I just want … please … I need.”


A hiss escaped him when she lowered herself back down on his lap and ground her by now sodden crotch over his cock.


Another one of those earth-shattering deep rumbles came from the man she was dry humping like some sort of wanton hussy, and in the next instant, his large fingers dug into her hips with enough force to leave bruises. Shivers of apprehension, or excitement, she wasn’t sure which raced down her spine.


Darius lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Their breaths mingled, and the world stood still, as she waited for him to move, to do something, anything.


She couldn’t get her voice to work past the huge lump of emotion which clogged up her throat, so she simply breached the distance between them and pressed her lips against his. His groan rumbled through her, and then he took charge of the kiss. Just like before, their surroundings faded into the background, as he deepened the kiss, and she gave herself up to the myriad of sensations that immediately assaulted her. With his hands firmly clamped around her hips, she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but tug at the strands of his hair which had come loose from his ponytail. The action seemed to incite his bear, because he broke the kiss, and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply.


“Fuck, Holly, you better be sure, because all I want to do is push those panties away and bury myself deep inside your sweet cunt until you have no doubt who you belong to.”


He yanked her up slightly while he traced one hand along her hip until he could cup her pussy.


“So fucking wet for me, little one.”


Incapable of uttering anything but incoherent moans, Holly rubbed herself against that hand.


“Oh, yeah, I can smell your need. Tell me this pussy is mine. Ask me for my cock. I need to hear you say the words, my sweet.”


His voice, full of heated promise, didn’t sound like him at all, more animal than human, and she responded to the almost desperate tones in kind.


“Just fuck me already, will you?”


A sharp tug on her hair brought tears to her eyes, and she whined her disappointment when he pulled back to study her. Try as she might she couldn’t close the distance between them.


“Ask me nicely, girl, or I’ll stop this instant.”


Holly’s flippant reply stuck in her throat when she properly looked at him because the determination edged in his hungry features told their own story. He meant what he’d said, and despite the massive erection tenting his suit trousers, which must cost him dearly, he would get up and leave her wanting. His thighs flexed under hers, and Holly swallowed hard when he released his grip on her hair and grasped her wrists instead. She was no match for his superior strength, even if she had tried to resist him, as he slowly pulled her hands away from him, and pinned them behind her back. The action thrust her breasts out at him, and her breathing sped up when his gaze slowly dipped lower until it rested on her straining cleavage. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her lacy bra, hard little beacons of lust pointing straight at Darius, positively begging for his attention. Darius transferred both her wrists into one of his large hands and then slowly brought his free hand into view. His knuckles skimmed across the hypersensitive tips of her nipples, and Holly whimpered her need.


A wicked grin flashed across his features, and he repeated the action several times until Holly was pretty sure she would self-combust if he didn’t do something else. Incomprehensible sounds spilled from her lips, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his large, tanned hand against her pale flesh.


“Hmm, so beautifully responsive, my sweet. I bet you could come from this alone.”


Holly gasped in fascination as one of his fingernails formed into a wicked-looking claw, and he used that lethally sharp appendage to run ever tightening circles around first one nipple and then the other until Holly thought she would scream. When he added another claw to lightly score her skin the pleasure pain acted like a livewire of electricity connected her clit to her boobs.


Her hips took on a life of their own, and her pussy muscles clenched and released desperate for his cock to fill her.


“Please, I need to … please, Sir, I want your cock.”


The words were out of her mouth before her brain had even cottoned on to what she was saying. Darius stilled, his eyes flashed fire at her, and for the first time since she’d initiated this, a trickle of fear snaked up her spine. Not enough for her to put a stop to this, whatever this insanity which seemed to hold her in its grip would amount to, but enough to make her already far too fast heartbeat turn into a sledgehammer inside her chest.


Her vision dimmed, and all reasoning fled her brain in a puff of smoke because Darius looked more animal than human. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive, and before she could even fathom his intention, her hands were free. The audible rip of her knickers giving way, as he tore them off her sounded far too loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers slipped inside her pussy and she groaned in need. Her head fell forward on his shoulders, even as she instinctively spread her thighs wider apart to give his questing digits better access.


“You’re so fucking wet, my sweet. Come for me, baby.”

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 13418886_10153435584882202_5566871691518361457_nDoris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

 Happily married for the last twenty-seven years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.


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