I am a wife and mother. I love to read, write, and quilt in my spare time. I am an aspiring author, and I am in the process of writing my first book! A dream that I have secretly had for a very long time!!
Series ~ Pleasure Pain or Purpose: Book Three Author ~ Al Daltrey
Release Date ~ November 17, 2016
Genre ~ Erotica Romance
Life is many things, but one thing it isn’t, is predictable. At times, pain weighs heavily on the heart, and then…the sky clears, the ground shifts, and happiness and pleasure return.
Billie finally emerges from her emotional slumber. She learns that while David is gone,
it doesn’t mean that her life can’t have restoration. Unless, secrets from
her kinky past threaten the promise of a new future?
Jasmin decides to take a page from Billie’s book, and goes on a pilgrimage of her own.
Lessons learned on the Camino de Santiago will help frame her outlook on life.
Erotic encounters are never far behind.
Vicky fights the good fight against the cancer that has taken root in her body.
Andrew, for all his past discretions, stands by her every step of the way.
Together, the battle only makes them stronger.
Life is life, as the three best friends discover. It may not be easy…
but together they find renewed purpose.
By day I work in Marketing, which involves a fair amount of writing. Therefore, I never really had an interest to write for pleasure. When you do it all day, the last thing you want to do when you get home, is more writing. All the while, as my career progressed, so did my involvement in the BDSM lifestyle.
This interest in kinky sex started in my University years. Like most men, I loved meeting women, and especially the occasional one who didn't mind being tied up, or blindfolded, or spanked. All sex was great, but kinky sex was more exciting, more exhilarating, and more fulfilling.
Over the years I was lucky enough to meet my fair share of submissive women. And don't for a minute think these women were weak. Outside the bedroom they were confident, opinionated, gregarious and self-assured. However, inside the bedroom (so to speak) they wanted to feel the strong firm hand of a dominant man taking complete control.
Eventually I found the perfect partner, and am happily in a relationship.
One day, I flipped my laptop open, and to my surprise - I had an urge to write a BDSM story. Soon I had 20 pages, then 40, then 60. The novel that resulted was 'Testing the Submissive'. The response was overwhelmingly positive, and the reviews excellent - all of which motivated me to continue writing. 'A Condo with Two Views' is my second full length novel, with other projects in the works. If you decide to give any of my writing a try, I hope you enjoy it!
Darren never loved anyone like he did, Ash. But Ash was ancient history after she disappeared without a trace. At least that was what he thought until she shows up one day at The Knotted Kneedle.
Suddenly, those old feelings from before... before he was a Dom, before he was anything, come rushing back. The only problem. Ash is engaged and has no interest in rehashing their past and bringing up all the old, painful memories that come along with it.
Unfortunately for her, Darren has never been one to take no for an answer. Not when it comes to the only woman he ever saw a future with. He still loves her and wants her back despite the pain of the past and everything her disappearance caused.
But will Darren's persistence come with reward? a second chance at love? Or will it end the same way it did before... and leave him with an ache he can't ever fulfill?
Author: Cora Kenborn Genre: Romantic Suspense Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design Publisher: Limitless PublishingEditor: Gillian Leonard of Lilypad Editing Hosted by:Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Struggling writer Phoebe Ryan abandons her southern roots and heads to New York, determined to leave her nightmarish past behind…
She was not expecting to meet a famous rock star, or to be coerced into ghostwriting his autobiography. But she tries to maintain focus on her dream of becoming an author, despite the attraction she feels for the sexy rocker, not to mention the baggage that comes with him.
Julian Bale’s world was shattered one drunken night, and it almost ruined him…
Weighed down by guilt, he blames himself for an accident he could’ve prevented. He will play the game, but swears his hot little ghostwriter will never get that story out of him. As much as he wants her, if he has to choose between his dream and hers, it’s no contest.
Phoebe and Julian give in to a forbidden attraction, and their public romance risks both their lives…
An obsessive fan is on the loose and now that the secret’s out, it’s made them both targets. The psychotic stalker is determined to have Julian for herself, even if she has to reveal their sordid pasts and eliminate Phoebe to do it.
He lives for fame. She lives to hide. Obsession lives to ruin them both.
Ok, my second review of the day!! I'm pooped!!!!
What I loved most about this book was the banter between these two characters. It's hilarious!!
After a chance meeting in a bar, Julian Bale can not stop thinking about the girl he rescued on the patio. After some digging, he finds her, and then proceeds to relentlessly persue her. Phoebe Ryan just wants to live a quiet life, but that is made impossible by the rock star who won't leave her alone.
Soon, she finds herself in a position where she's the target of his obsessive stalker fan, who is willing to stop at nothing to get her out of the picture and Julian all to herself.
My favorite character was her best Gage. I do believe everyone needs a Gage in their lives. He's awesome, and he's extremely protective of Phoebe.
It isn't often I stay up late reading a book... I stayed up late reading this one. The chemisty between Phoebe and Julian is unmistakable, and you find out there is more to the rocker then meets the eye. He's tormented by an accident that he feels was his fault, and she's damaged and terrified from an incident from college. Together they are able to heal each other.
This book literally has you from the start. I couldn't wait to for it to end, but as my last review, I didn't want it to end. Julian is pretty smexy in his own right, and proves that he is determined to make Phoebe his.
Cora Kenborn writes romantic suspense novels with strong heroines, complex alphas, harrowing danger, and snappy banter. She is the author of the rock star stalker series, Lords of Lyre but refuses to be pigeon holed into one specific genre. She loves delving into the twisted mind of a dark villain as well as giggling while writing rom-com banter.
Cora lives in Eastern North Carolina and is a true Southern girl, growing up on sweet tea, front porches, and the simple life. She says “y’all,” “fixin’ to,” and should you deserve it, will “bless your heart.” She’s the proud mother three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and the wife of a husband who tolerates her chaotic writer’s cave.
Although reading is her passion, she can usually be found watching true crime shows and crafting inspiration for twisted new tales. Cora admits to being a horrible cook, an even worse baker, and believes she’s more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.
The coiled body behind me tensed, ready to detonate. Whoever defended me could hold his own, but I could still take everybody out with one flick of the wrist. Chivalry felt warm and fuzzy but I learned a long time ago that one hundred and fifty volts felt electric and twitchy.
Turning my chin to the side, I whispered on an exhale, “It’s fine, I’ve got this.”
A low laugh against my neck curled my toes.
“You so don’t got this.” His chest rumbled as a strong hand ran skilled fingers around my hair. I tilted my chin, watching his eyes harden. “You’re up my ass, shit-for-brains. Don’t ever touch what’s mine.” He shifted his lips against my ear. “Right, baby?”
One suitor tested my patience, but two pushed my limit. I opened my mouth to tell him off when he stole the moment and pressed his lips against mine. Resisting, I murmured veiled threats as he pulled me toward him. The impromptu kiss dissolved into failed waves of aggression, and I inexplicably responded to him. Before I knew it, I’d wrapped my arms around his neck.
After a few heartbeats of kissing a complete stranger, I finally regained what dignity I had left, shoved his chest, and faced him with fire blazing in my eyes. He snickered and waved as my aggressor stalked off. Shooting him a death glare, I reached for my drink. After scanning for witnesses, I brought it to my lips and drained it.
“Thirsty?” He smirked.
“What the hell was that?”
He snatched the drink out of my hands, giving me a wink before tipping it back for the last drop. “You weren’t exactly pushing me away. Besides, I just saved your ass. Heath Vaughn was inches from having a hand up that thing you call a dress.”
“I didn’t ask for your help!” I bit back. “I don’t even know who the hell you—wait, who?”
“Somebody had to step in or you’d have spent the night in jail with that concealed, illegal shit in your purse. You’re telling me you didn’t know that was Vaughn? Maybe because we haven’t time-warped back to his 1995 five minutes of fame.” He walked past me with a smirk plastered across his face.
Struggling to catch up with him, I grabbed his shoulder in disbelief. “That’s a joke, right?”
“Afraid not. Vaughn in the flesh, and apparently in the sauce too. Why do you care so much what he thinks?” He eyed me curiously, his jade-green eyes knocking me breathless.
Finally allowing myself a full look at him, I quickly averted my eyes before he could see my racing pulse reflected in them. Chaotic chocolate spiked hair pointed in every direction and hinted at a carefully constructed morning-after look. A small silver earring caught flashes of light in the darkness and tattoos decorated each uncovered arm.
Remembering to breathe became a chore.
“Because I’m screwed!” I shouted, frantically waving my phone. “My boss is already pissed at me, and I was supposed to meet Vaughn here for an interview, and—why am I telling you this?”
“Calm down.” He grinned, revealing a deep dimple in his left cheek. “Look, the dude’s so far tanked he won’t remember he was here, much less you were. Give me your phone.”
“I’m not giving you my phone. I don’t even know you.”
Rolling his eyes, he snatched my phone out of my hands. “Didn’t stop you from making out with me, did it?” He scanned the email I’d been checking all night. Typing furiously, his lips curved upward and he handed it back. “All fixed.”
“What did you do?” Thankfully, previous defense training taught me to never label emails with personal information. In the darkness, he’d never scroll back far enough to know my name.
“Why must you question brilliance?” he countered with a sigh. “You sent him an email concerned for his safety since he never showed for your interview. You waited but had to leave because you actually work for a living. You’d love to reschedule since you’re such a huge fan and were disappointed at the missed opportunity to hear all about his crap-ass reality show, since I assume that’s all he would’ve wanted to talk about.”
A modern young woman on the coast of Ireland, widowed too soon by the death of her sailor husband, is visited by the fabled Irish sea god Lir...and true love.
FROM THE DEPTHS
Ten years after a terrible accident steals her happiness, Fiona Moran has a life as shabby and rundown as the little lighthouse she maintains on the isle of Inisheer—and only fury in her heart for the fabled gods of Ireland. Little does she know, all that is about to change. Backlit by the pouring rain, a handsome stranger appears on her doorstep, and unlike the fearsome deity tasked with sailing drowned souls to their final resting place, this handsome behemoth with a boyish grin is intent upon raising her back to the heights of happiness. He alone can make this offer of bliss. She alone can choose it.
Ok, this is my first review in a long time, so please bear with me!!
This book had me from the first moment. It starts out heartbreaking, as Finoa loses her husband Conner in a boating accident.
Ten years pass and she's living a half life. She misses Conner desperately, and has decided she will never love again. One stormy night there is a knock on her door, and Lir enters her life unexpectedly.
She's not expecting anything, but he offers her help to fix up the lighthouse and the house, as things have fallen into disrepair. She's only one person, and her grief has taken up most of her attention. As she keeps spending more and more time with Lir, she realizes just how wasteful her life has been. He starts to open up feelings in her she thought were long dead.
But, Lir has a secret, and he's afraid of what she will think once she knows the truth.
This book had me right from the start. I could not stop reading it, and didn't want it to end! It was a quick read for me, which I loved and hated... as I wanted to read more with them!! You do feel for Fiona, as she's dealing with the loss of her husband, and is just a shell of herself when Lir comes into her life. It's beautiful to see her come to life again!!
Deena spends her time playing in the Garden of Good and Evil as she writes fantasy, paranormal romance, and suspense. She’s been known to have downed a few beers with her angels, and even put Satan in his place a time or two. She’s fascinated with the concept of immortality and all its implications. Gilbert, Arizona, near her beloved Superstition Mountains, is where she and her family call home.
“Crazy?” Fiona huffed her way into the kitchen with the barely emptied coffee mug and dumped it in the sink. “Why? Is it wrong to love my husband so deeply that my heart shrivels and dies without him around? Is it crazy that all livin’ color has gone gray in my world? I curse the sea fer takin’ ye away from me, Connor, because the better half of me drowned along with ye that day.”
She crumpled to the wooden floor and dissolved into a mass of wretched sobs, something she hadn’t done for months. A stranger had intruded on her world, disrupting the numbing effects of a despondency she’d come to rely on to get her through each day. All with a simple, careless comment.
“Oh, Connor!” Weak hands slapped at the floor beneath her. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she walked herself right into the ocean with no thought of coming back.
Pounding on her door accentuated her desperate thoughts, and a muffled voice seeped through the cracks.
“Mrs. Moran, I’ve come back to apologize. I’m so sorry. For everythin’. Please open the door so I can tell ye so to yer face. I can’t leave without makin’ things right between us.”
Fate introduces people at both
the right and the wrong times…
So it is for Maren on the
absolute worst day imaginable. When all hope was gone, and she was whittled
away to little more than tears and despair, up walks Nox, an unlikely hero to
save the day. Maren is about to discover that sometimes the good guys wear
black, and there are times that the lines between good and evil blur beyond
recognition.
Nox is a bad man with a heart of
gold, or so it seems. It also seems that Maren has captured that heart with her
wide, tear filled brown eyes. Nox never saw himself going for jailbait before,
but that’s just what Maren is, all woman trapped in a seventeen year old package.
Still, what he wouldn’t do for her, including taking on the unlikely role of
keeper to her unruly preteen brother.
This mess could end beautifully
or in some serious time spent behind bars for Nox, but sometimes, it’s worth
risking it all.
I turned around and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth
and put my hair into a braid over my shoulder, listening to the vacuum run
downstairs as Nox cleaned up his and my brother’s disaster area. Truthfully, I
didn’t mind the mess. Especially when Sage seemed almost happy when I’d come
home. Equally, as honestly, I was grateful that Nox was cleaning it up. I just
didn’t have the energy; I was so deeply mentally, and emotionally, exhausted.
I shut off the tap after spitting a final time and rinsed my
brush to total silence in the house. When I stood up, I jumped and clapped my
hands over my mouth to keep from screaming. Nox frowned at me from over my
shoulder in the bathroom mirror.
“Jesus, Angel,” he whispered. “He’s got you jumping at
everything.”
“I’m sorry,” I muttered quietly, lowering my hands from my
mouth and smoothing over my nightgown. Nox raised an eyebrow, noticing it for
the first time. It was black satin and ankle length, clinging to what curves I
had, with lace panels just beneath my breasts, along the ribs. Not exactly
something I advertise, but I liked to wear nice things to bed. I just usually
had a robe on over them. My scruffy, fluffy bathrobe hung on the back of the
door, just inside my reach. I tended to have water drip down my arm when I
brushed and when it caught the edge of my sleeve, I hated that. It was like
tiny wet kisses against my wrist from Satan with how much I detested it.
“I like this,” Nox said softly, and his eyes, for as pale as
they were, went dark with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
I swallowed hard and whispered, “Pumpkins, remember?”
“I do,” he murmured back, but that didn’t stop him from
capturing my hand with his and drawing me closer. He lifted my hand to his
mouth and turned it, placing his lips softly to the inside of my wrist.
“Everything is cleaned up, downstairs.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, throat tight with the urge I had to
just pull myself the rest of the way into his arms and put my lips up against
his. The struggle was absolutely real, and I could tell it was for both of us.
What I couldn’t tell was if that made things easier or if that made things just
that much
harder.
“Come on, let an old man tuck you in,” he said, teasing.
“You’re not old,” I murmured and took the last step into his
personal space. His hands smoothed over the satin over my hips and he closed
his eyes as if committing the feeling of me beneath them to memory.
In The Series
Melody Beswick thought she was
bringing herself and her thirteen month old son home to his father. It was her
last ditch effort to make a better life for her and her boy. One in which Noah
had a father to look up to and guide him. While she knew Grinder wasn’t perfect,
she believed in him, and love always found a way, right?
Melody never thought her dreams for herself and her son could twist into such
nightmares, and that it was so true, the old adage, that the road to hell is
paved with good intentions. She’s about to find out that another adage is true,
that sometimes it’s better the devil you know, when instead of finding Grinder,
it’s his cold and critical brother Archer at the end of her long drive that she
must contend with.
With no other options, and no place else to go, Melody is about to make a deal
with this devil that she can’t refuse. Who knew it could, quite possibly, be
the best decision she’s ever made?
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A.J. Downey is a born and raised
Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the
people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.
She has lived many places and
done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all
of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as
she has been entertained.
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