Welcome @DarylDevore with Branwyn’s Love #MedievalRomance

~ Blurb ~

Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance –Branwyn’s Love.

The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.

~ Excerpt ~

“Stand.” He held out his hand. “We are alone.”

“I do not understand, Gon-Dra.” She gripped his hand and let him assist her.

“Call me Malacke. Use my name. Not my birthright.” He busied himself with his horse, loosening the reins and leading the animal to the river. While it drank, he opened a sack and pulled out a wineskin. He removed his knife, cut off a chunk of bread and cheese, then handed them to Branwyn. She accepted it then settled under a willow tree near the creek’s edge.

He sat beside her and ate his meal. Finished with her lunch, she sipped her wine in silence, admiring the sound of the creek and the birds. With quick glances, she studied Malacke. His eyes were the depth of some of the blue flowers in the garden. A faint scar marred his left cheek. His face was shorn of beard, but for the slight stubble of a new day’s growth. His features were pleasing— very pleasing— to her.

“Tell me where you come from? What is your land—your people—like?”

Why did his deep voice make her heart beat faster?

“My land is like Black Dorn but flat and not as beautiful. I have not seen so many rolling hills. Our languages are similar, but we each have words the other does not.”

He lay back and closed his eyes. “Such as?”

“Gon. I believe it to mean king—one who rules all. Gon-Dra has no match in our language. The son of a king is a prince, and the oldest is the heir to the throne.”

He opened his eyes. “Are all the women from your land as beautiful as you?”

Branwyn felt a flush run from her belly to her scalp. “My six cousins were not as…” She looked at the creek. Her voice softened. “Which is why I was sent to be trained.”

Malacke sat up. He moved closer— too close. “Standing beside you, even the most beautiful of cousins would be less so. Your green eyes are like the newly born spring—alive and full of hope. Your lips… there is a flower, a rose I believe, in the garden the same colour. If your lips taste as wondrous as the smell of that flower… may I kiss those lips?”

“You are the gon-dra. You take—”

A frown crossed his forehead. “I do not ask as gon-dra. I ask as Malacke. I wish to be granted the kiss.”

“I am sorry if I have offended you.” She placed her fingers on his forehead and smoothed his creased brow. “A kiss from you would—”

He did not let her finish her sentence. He reached behind her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips parted. She felt his breath, then nothing.

“Have you been kissed before?”

She lowered her eyes. “When I was being… trained, he…”

“Being instructed and being kissed are as different as day is from night. One is about tragor and the other is passion, lust and possibly love.”

She glanced up at the word love.

He pressed his lips on hers and grasped her so close her breasts compressed against his chest. She released him with a gasp. Her gaze did not leave his.

“More?” he whispered.

She pulled his face to hers and planted her mouth on his. He opened his lips. She did the same.

Minutes swam by in a blurred state of locked lips. Heat rose within Branwyn. She leaned away. Holding her hand to her chest, Branwyn gasped for air. “This is… I should not be doing this. You are not—”

“Did you like it?”

She nodded.

“Would you like more?”

“Yes.” It was a whisper. “But it is wrong.”

He kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat, then looked into her eyes. “A thing feels best when it is wrong.”

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~ About the Author ~

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats – Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins – and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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Welcome @AmberDaulton1 with Arresting Mason #RomanticSuspense

Arresting Mason

Book One of Arresting Onyx Series

~ Blurb ~

Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.

When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

~ Excerpt ~

“Which one is your car?” She glanced around the crowded parking lot. A few streetlights pushed back the darkness and shadows. The restaurant served customers until midnight on the weekends, but no one loitered in the lot, at least from what Mia could see.

“Don’t have one at the moment.” Mason hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. “I took the bus. It stopped a few blocks from here.”

“Would you like a ride?” She pulled the car keys from her purse. “I feel a little ridiculous we met here tonight. I just wasn’t sure if you were some kind of freak.”

His eyebrow lifted, and he closed the distance between them as a tiger would zero in on its mate. A sexy, masculine smile curled his lips. “Have you made up your mind yet?”

“I’ll let you know in the morning.” Desire trickled down her spine. Mia nodded toward the passenger side of the car for him to hop in.

He confiscated her keys instead to unlock and open the driver’s side door for her like a gentleman. Then he leaned closer and nuzzled her temple with his nose.

Not sure if he planned to seduce her in the parking lot or if he merely wanted to tease her, Mia pressed her hand to his chest and tried to think straight. “You’re the first guy I’ve gone on a date with since my divorce. I haven’t slept with anyone since Evan.”

He tunneled his fingers through her wavy, chestnut-brown hair. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time either. We’ll take it slow or fast, whatever you want, but I promise you one thing. After I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that bastard’s name.”

Oh, God. She almost melted right then and there. “Fast. I want you, Mason.”

“Take me to your place and you can have me.”

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~ About the Author ~

Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats.

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.

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