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Thursday, 17 October 2019

Character Interview w/ Lucien Dufort from Hard-Pressed by Queenie Black @queenieblackwr1 #BDSM #romance

New Release
Hard-Pressed
Club Hard, 1
by
Queenie Black


contemporary, BDSM, erotic romance


Master Lucien has one night at Club Hard.

One night…to show bodyguard Rose Dainty that he can be the Dom she needs,

One night…to show her that submitting to him doesn’t make her weak, that true submission requires strength and trust.

Will pushing Rose to her limits prove to her she can trust him with her body and heart, and can she let go of her deepest fears long enough to enjoy her surrender? `

They both have everything to prove and everything to lose.





Q: Welcome Lucien, thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to talk to me today.

L: Bonjour Queenie. It’s a pleasure.

Q: Do you prefer England or France?

L: I feel equally at home in both countries and travel between both, but I must admit that I have a soft spot for France. And of course, French is the language I prefer in the bedroom or when I’m in Club Hard.

Q: Oooo, you’re making me come over all goose-bumpy. (He smiles) What do you look for in a woman?

L: Someone who sees me, the man. Not the business, or the money, or the Dom. Me.

Q: What do you like to do in your spare time? How do you let off steam?

L: I like to play in Club Hard with Rose. Other than that, I run, and I practise martial arts. Mainly Wushu, a Chinese form. Sometimes I cook.

Q: Does it bother you that Rose does MMA?

L: How can it? She loves doing it as I love Wushu. Of course, I don’t like seeing her take hits, unless I’m delivering them, of course. (He shrugs) It’s her choice and I would never try and take that away. Anyway, I get to kiss her better afterwards.

Q: Ahem. Changing the subject, you said you like cooking. Tell me more.

L: I spent some time in a cordon bleu cookery school when I was much younger. I can cook most things and I enjoy putting together ingredients and flavours for friends and family.

Q: Wow. Moving on, are you a tea or coffee person?

L: Coffee. Black. Is there any other way?
Q: Cat or dog?

L: Dog. I have two Irish wolfhounds.

Q: Do you prefer to use the paddle or cane?

L: My hand. It’s far more intimate.

Q: Riiiiight. How did you know Rose was the woman for you?

L: When she walked into my life, quite simply I couldn’t see anyone else. She spoke to something deep inside me. She’s my soulmate.

Q: Favourite ice-cream?

L: I don’t eat it, but I might use it on Rose…hmmm that’s given me an idea for tonight.

Q: Okay, I won’t keep you any longer. Last question, what’s your favourite song?

L: I have too many to pick just one but at the moment I’m listening to Ivory Road by King Charles. Can’t get enough of it.

Q: Thank you!

L: Au revoir



I mounted the six shallow steps and faced the double front doors. Twin carriage lights cast a soft gleam over the brass plaque with its discrete lettering:

Club Hard

Private Members Only


I desperately wanted to run back down the steps, leap into my car, and drive home, but if I did, nothing would change, and I’d go back to dividing my time between working out, Candy Crush Saga, and the occasional night out with my friends. I might miss out on learning something about myself, something that could make a difference in my sex life. Worse, I might miss a chance at love.

I stayed, my feet rooted to the floor, but the insides of my hands were so damp, my finger slipped on the brass bell, setting off a short, discordant jangling. I winced as I rang it again properly this time. That certainly wouldn’t endear me to anyone.

Shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep the blood circulating in my toes, I looked around. Behind me, the gravel drive snaked away to a discreet carpark, and trees and shrubs created shadows within shadows. Autumn had finally reached London and in this exclusive part of it, crisp, clean air and earthy leaf mulch replaced the smell of fast food and exhaust.

I shifted again, starting to get irritated. If you were going to demand a woman wear nothing but a skirt that barely covered her butt, and a top that was little more than a bit of elastic bandage—on me it was ridiculous, if I sneezed, I’d pop out over the top—then you should damn well open the door promptly. Now, despite wearing my warmest coat over the absurd ensemble, there was a distinct draught zipping under my hem and freezing my exposed butt cheeks.

I lifted my finger to stab the bell again, and the door swung open.

Bloody hell. A real butler. I was no stranger to mansions with staff. Working as a bodyguard meant I saw the inside of a lot of wealthy homes, but so far, a liveried butler was a new one to me.

“Can I help you?”

I cleared my throat, wondering if there was any etiquette for addressing a butler, aware that my finger was still lurking in the vicinity of his eye. “Umm, I’m, ah, it’s Ms. Dainty. To see Mr. Dufort. I’m expected.”

He waved me through into a large marble-floored hall with a fire burning at one side. A wide, elegant staircase at the back curved away to the upper floors.

“I’ll inform Mr. Dufort that you’re here, if you’d like to take a seat.” He indicated a collection of sofas and easy chairs huddled as if for warmth around the fireplace. I made a beeline for the heat.

“May I take your coat?”

I crossed my arms tightly. No way was I exposing my scantily clad self. “Ah, thanks, but I’m a bit cold.”

“I see my guest has arrived, Henry.”

I turned away from the fire to see Lucien Dufort crossing the hall toward me. The floor seemed to drop a few inches and I had to grab the back of a chair to steady myself as his delicious, rich chocolate voice with its faint French accent wound around me, setting my heart hammering.

A tall, elegant man, he moved toward me with predatory intent, covering the floor in loose, confident strides, but it was his eyes that held my gaze, dark eyes, sharp with intelligence and power. He wasn’t a handsome man. His narrow-bladed Gallic nose, inherited from his mother, was slightly overlarge for that, but his lips were sensual, and the mix of tenderness and lust in his expression as he looked at me sent electric tingles charging down my spine.

“Rose, welcome to Club Hard.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, his tongue flickering into the little hollow between my two smallest fingers, mimicking the act of sex. Normally, that would be an instant turn-off, but when Lucien did it, everything inside me melted. I tugged my hand free and shoved it into my coat pocket. This was bad. We hadn’t even started yet and my hormones were doing a happy dance.

“Your coat, ma petite.”

I undid the buttons reluctantly and he stripped it off my shoulders, giving it to Henry before indicating my feet. “Barefoot, please.”

I obeyed, steadying myself with one hand on Lucien’s forearm. I could have rested it there all day, enjoying the feel of thick bone and the flex of hard muscles, but I quickly unzipped my boots and gave them to Henry, who took them as solemnly as if I was handing him the crown jewels for safekeeping. He disappeared, taking my things with him, and I stood shivering, waiting for Lucien to say or do something. I shouldn’t have felt vulnerable. I fought with this amount of flesh on display, so it shouldn’t have bothered me, yet insecurity and apprehension crept hand-in-hand up my spine. “Lucien?”

He cupped my chin, his palm warm and sure, his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a gesture I found calming. “Tonight, you will address me as Monsieur, or Sir.” His words sank deep inside me, reaching a place I wasn’t aware existed. A place I didn’t want to believe existed. I stepped back, dislodging his hand.

Lucien’s cheek creased in amusement. “So, ma belle perle, the challenge begins. Are you ready?”






I’ve always loved writing and I won my first prize for a short story when I was still at primary school. I’m an avid reader of romance and erotic romance and can usually be found with my nose in a book. The dynamics and sheer variety of human relationships fascinate me, and this is what I like to explore in my writing. I live in North Yorkshire with my husband and cat where I enjoy running and Tai Chi.





Wednesday, 16 October 2019

A New Dark and Gritty Crime Thriller from Lea Bronsen - Carnivora: Part 1

Hi, and thank you for having me on your blog!

I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm.


Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time.


Please note that this is part 1 of Carnivora and I am currently working on parts 2 and 3, so if those cliffhangers at the end are killing you, be patient. The continuation is right around the corner!



Blurb


Fight evil with evil.

TOMOR
Crime lord Tomor is serving a life sentence behind bars. Without warning, he’s abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending up on the death list.


LUZ
Luz grieves the loss of her lover while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor.


DAVID
A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.


The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.



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Excerpt


“Time to change your bandage again,” the nurse mutters, voice cool, and pulls my orange-colored sleeve up to the elbow.

She unrolls the long strip of bandage from my wrist and tugs at one corner of the gauze plastered on my wound. It sticks as if glued to the freshly grown skin, and instead of removing the gauze carefully, she tears if off hard, discharging pain through my arm, wrist-to-shoulder.


I open my eyes and lift my head off the pillow. “What the fuck are ya doing, trying to reopen the wound or something?”


“Like you care.” She stops pulling and glares, gauze between her fingers. “I can see who you are inside. You’re playing tough, aren’t you, bad guy? But you can’t fool me.”


“Shut up.” I lay down again, huffing, and stare at the white ceiling above me with its rows of long neon lights.


“You’re a good man.”


I glance back. “I said, shut the fuck up.”


Her eyes shine. She rips off the remaining gauze, ignoring my grunt of pain, and throws it in a bin. “Look.”


No fuck.


“Look at it,” she insists, voice low and demanding.


No. I know what I’ve done, and I can imagine what it looks like. A six centimeter-long deep, reddish, scratched-up ridge along my artery. Layers of skin, fat, meat, and whatnot must be visible and sweating a pinkish liquid from the reborn pores. I don’t need to see it.


I guess the girl wants me to be so horrified, I’ll never attempt suicide again. That’s right. She wants to shock me into acceptance.


You gotta be fucking kidding me, little thing.


She shakes her head. “I don’t understand why they gave you the life sentence.”


“You mean they shoulda given me the chair?”


Instead of responding to my sarcasm, she pivots to look up at the clock and widens her eyes as if realizing she forgot an appointment. Face tense, she returns to her work, applies some cool, gel-like liquid on the wound, and bandages it with quick routine moves.


What’s up with her? In my three days in this woman’s company, I’ve noted the things that make her tick. Maybe she’s upset because I’m leaving the infirmary soon. Earlier, she said she didn’t know when I’d be ready to go back to my cell. She probably knows now, but doesn’t want to tell me.


The door opens. She jumps.


A uniformed guard pokes his head in, checks the small room, and exits.


She seems frozen in place, features tense. Staring ahead and taking deep breaths as if trying to regain composure.


I cock my head a little. “What’s going on? They gonna transfer me?”


She visibly swallows and fixes her gaze on some point on the wall.


I snicker. “Are you sad ‘cause I’m leaving?”


Ha, I can be so ugly, when the girl clearly likes me.


As she sits there avoiding me, I take the time to check out her tits, and drink in the amazing sight of their pressing against her green blouse with each breath. She doesn’t have a name tag. Come to think of it, none of the personnel do. Evidently, so the inmates can’t identify their ‘caretakers’, and should they by some miracle leave the premises, track them down.


I nod to her blouse. “What’s your name?”


She twists back to me, brows raised, before shaking her head. “I can’t tell you that.”


“C’mon, I’ll never see you again.” I grin, then add with an ironic snicker, teasing her, “They’ll never let me slash my wrists, or hang myself.”


She looks away and busies herself collecting the medical stuff, throwing a quick, almost invisible glance to the door. What the hell is making her so nervous?


Coldness fills my chest. Something’s up.


“Come on, Babe,” I coax with my most gentle, sensual voice, wanting to buy time. “Tell me your name.”


“Why?” she whispers, fidgeting with the roll of bandage.


“’Cause I want a name to your pretty face when I jack off in my cell.”




About the author


Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Tuesday, 15 October 2019

Book Tour + #Giveaway - Music For a Merman [Sea of Love, bk 2] by Alice Renaud @alicerauthor #Fantasy #PNR



Music For a Merman 
Sea of Love Book 2 
by
Alice Renaud 

Genre:
Fantasy Romance




“Rob Regor knew that humans were trouble. All the shape-shifting mermen of the Morvann Islands knew it. And human women were double trouble, especially when they were lying on the road in front of a
digger.”

Rob has a mission. Go to the mainland. Work as a policeman. Find out as much as possible about the mainland humans. Report back to his
father, the head of the Regor Clan. It should be easy.

Until he has to arrest Charlie. Rob can’t fight his attraction to the sexy eco-warrior, and it puts him on one hell of a collision course with his family and his Clan. Will he break the rules – or break her heart, and his?



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A Merman's Choice 
Sea of Love Book 1



For centuries the shape-shifting mermen of the Morvann Islands have lived incognito among humans. But one of them, Yann, has developed some bad habits. Like rescuing humans, even when doing so risks revealing his true nature. When he fishes Alex out of the sea, he doesn’t expect her to reappear eight months later, and turn his life upside down by asking him to be her guide.

Alex is determined to fulfil a promise to her dying grandmother, by
gathering pictures and stories of the Morvanns. But she soon discovers that, on these remote Welsh islands, legends have a habit of becoming true!

Over the course of a few days, Yann and Alex grow close. But some mermen hate humans. Their hostility, and Yann’s secret, threaten to tear the couple apart just as they are discovering that they are soul
mates. Can Yann overcome the obstacles in his path and make the right
choice?






I was born and brought up in Brittany, Western France, my father was French and my mother British (from Wales). I moved to London, UK, in 1997, where I now live with my husband and son. I work full time as a compliance specialist in a pharmaceutical company. I have been writing in my free time since I was 14. I got quite a few short stories published in UK magazines, before moving to longer fiction. I
wrote three contemporary romance books, but didn’t find a publisher for them. I then realized that mermen, sea witches and water demons were a lot more fun than sheikhs and billionaires! My first two paranormal romances did not find a publisher either, then I wrote A Merman’s Choice, which was published in January 2019 by Black Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. I love reading and writing stories, and sharing them with anyone who’s interested! 





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Thursday, 10 October 2019

Book Tour + #Giveaway - Wards of the Women - by Denise N. Wheatley @DeniseWheatley #RomanticSuspense



Wards of the Women
by
Denise N. Wheatley

Genre:
Romantic Suspense
  


They bought men from a prison to fulfill their every need. What could
possibly go wrong with such a simple little purchase?

WARDS OF THE WOMEN introduces three desperate girlfriends who, on the surface, appear to have it all, but underneath are in the midst of
various crises. Mysterious deaths, extortion, straying husbands and
illegitimate children have suddenly overtaken the lives of Violet
Christianson, Shayne Wentworth, and Fifi Gentry. Eventually, when
Violet becomes fed up with all of their circumstances, she does what
any sensible woman would do—blackmails the state prison warden into
letting each of them buy an inmate from the jail for their own
personal fulfillment. But never in their wildest dreams did they
imagine all the chaos that would ensue from a simple little purchase…





THE PRETENSE

Chapter One

Violet Christianson was a woman who knew what her name meant to most. Perfection. Everyone either wanted her, wanted to be her, or simply wanted her to go away.

Violet considered herself to be the most beautiful woman on her block, and never missed an opportunity to ponder her stunning image. At five-eight, she kept her lean, size two figure draped in outrageously expensive designer clothing at all times. Her dazzling, widespread hazel eyes were framed with long, lush lashes. Her retroussé nose had finally been perfected after several invasive surgeries. Her soft, plump lips accentuated high cheekbones when they puckered. Her raven hair swung so low that she could practically sit on it.

Violet’s husband, Elliot, was rich. The richest man on the block, to be exact. Elliot worked as a real estate developer and closed more big-money deals than a little bit. As a result, he allowed her to spend his money on whatever she wanted, and whenever she wanted. As he should have, considering how unsightly he was. Elliot’s pockmarked skin, hair plugs, bifocaled eyes, rat-like teeth, pot belly, and squat body were enough to send most into hysterics the moment they laid eyes on him. But Elliot was wise enough to hide his ghastly appearance behind his vast fortune. So by the time people noticed his looks, they’d already been so blinded by his Benjamins that his ugliness became a blur. Which is exactly how he said he wanted it.

Violet’s house was big. The biggest house on her suburban block, to be exact. It boasted a huge great room, six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, an Olympic-size pool, and even a room designated just for gift wrapping. The house had been designed by Jacques Lolique, interior decorator to the stars, which meant that her contemporary décor was nothing short of flawless—as was the house’s appearance, which was constantly being serviced by a small army of workers.

To top it all off, Violet was smart. Smart enough to have earned a doctorate in psychiatry. But rather than open a high-end practice and service the rich and famous, she’d gone with her heart and decided to work with inmates at the local state prison.
Violet Christianson. Beautiful, lucky, and charitable. All the reasons why most people either wanted her, wanted to be her, or simply wanted her to go away.


Chapter Two

Shayne Wentworth loved how the mere mention of her name brought smiles to most faces. She knew she may not have been the most beautiful woman on the block, but she certainly was the sweetest.

Shayne was an ex-pageant queen. Ex, simply because she now had five beautiful children and a wonderful husband to look after. If it weren’t for them, she could certainly still be competing. Because, after all, when she looked at herself, her bright-green eyes still danced. She made sure her straight white teeth still gleamed. And her creamy, clear skin still glowed. As for her shoulder-length platinum blonde locks, all she’d have to do was pull them out of the bun that she usually wore and shake it out a bit. As for her figure, all it would take was a crunch or two to get back in fighting shape. And as for the rest? Nothing a tube of lip gloss and a dazzling evening gown couldn’t fix. So, all things considered, she was still a contender.

Shayne’s husband may not have been the richest man on the block, but he certainly was the most powerful. Russell worked as a criminal defense attorney and had a reputation for being ruthless and cutthroat. At home, however, he was a different man. Russell was a gentle pussycat who worshipped his wife and doted on his children. He allowed Shayne to stay at home while he worked to provide for the family. Which was good for her, considering she knew nothing beyond the world of pageantry.

Shayne may not have had the biggest house on the block, but the one she did have was bursting with energy. Her sixteen-year-old son, Matthew, was following in his father’s star-studded footsteps by playing football at Russell’s high school alma mater. Her fourteen-year-old daughter, Sloane, was a straight-A student who’d managed to skip two grades and was taking accelerated courses in high school. Her twelve-year-old son, Ryan, already knew he wanted to be an attorney, so he spent every possible moment with his dad at the law firm. Eleven-year-old Cadence was carrying her mother’s torch by competing in statewide beauty pageants and winning numerous trophies and prizes. And Basil, Shayne’s ten-year-old son, was simply brilliant. His wit, intellect, and cunning sense of humor amazed all who knew him.

Shayne Wentworth. Nurturing, fortunate, and fulfilled. She may not have had the best on the block, but at least she had her family.


Chapter Three

Fifi Gentry knew that the mere mention of her name meant only one thing to most. Business. And while she may not have been the sweetest woman on the block, she certainly was the feistiest.

Fifi was a go-getter. A five-foot dynamo. A twenty-eight-year-old spitfire who was too busy fighting for the rights of others to worry about trivial things. Like looks, for instance. Fifi would much rather spend her time amending proposals than getting a makeover. She did, however, put forth an effort to appear presentable, considering she wanted to be taken seriously.

Fifi never missed her monthly hair appointments to have her sleek brown bob, which complemented her almond-shaped eyes, dyed and trimmed. She cleansed her flawless olive skin with plain water and smoothed Vaseline over it every night, which was her secret to keeping it radiant. She followed a strict macrobiotic diet and practiced Ashtanga yoga to help keep her enviable size zero in shape. And she did take the time to lengthen her lashes with mascara, brighten her cheeks with blush, and accentuate her lips with gloss every day.

Fifi may have been the only woman on the block without a husband, but her boyfriend certainly was the most influential man in the state. Senator Edward Hynes was Fifi’s current beau, and the buzz amongst politicians was that he’d be the one to beat during the next presidential election. And even though Fifi and Edward didn’t share many of the same political views, she couldn’t have been prouder of him.

Fifi’s house may not have been bursting with energy, but at least it was all hers. She still lived in the home she’d grown up in, which her parents had been kind enough to give to her. She hadn’t changed much by way of décor because she loved having the feel of her parents and memories of her childhood surrounding her. And the house would be perfect for raising a family in, which she was definitely looking forward to doing one day.

Fifi may not have the goods to compete in beauty pageants, but her advocacy work more than made up for that. Fifi worked as a lobbyist assistant, fighting to have bills passed that would enforce tougher child protection laws. She was currently lobbying to have convicted child molesters serve harsh, mandatory jail sentences, then once they were released, have electronic tracking devices implanted inside their bodies so their whereabouts could be traced at all times. More importantly, she was working to have a bill passed that would force child molesters to undergo physical castration.

Fifi Gentry. Purposeful, altruistic, and unrelenting. She may not have had the most on the block, but at least she had a mission.


THE TRUTH…



Denise N. Wheatley is a lover of romance, happy endings and the art of storytelling. She’s best known for her chick lit novel I WISH I NEVER MET YOU, which was published by Simon & Schuster in 2004.
She has since traditionally published several novels and novellas, including contemporary, suspense and paranormal romance. She strives to creative characters who are strong, colorful and relatable, and tell entertaining stories that embody matters of the heart.

Denise received a B.A. in English from the University of Illinois at Chicago, the city where she was born and raised. She’s written screenplays and ghostwritten for some of your faves, and when she’s not sitting behind a computer, you can find her in a movie theater,
on a tennis court, watching true crime television or chatting on social media.






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Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Book Tour + #Giveaway - A Darker Shade of Evil [A Demon & Devil Anthology] #Fantasy #ParanormalRomance



A Darker Shade of Evil
A Demon and Devil Anthology

Genre:
Paranormal Romance



Deadly demons, diabolical devils and other creatures of the night will hold you spellbound in this one-of-a-kind anthology. In a world of dark
delights, they trifle in forbidden passion, suspense, and kick-ass battles. It’s all right here for you in this captivating urban fantasy and paranormal romance anthology!

Brought to you by USA Today and International Bestselling Authors, these stories of sexy alpha heroes and heroines will keep you turning the pages. Devils, demons and their lethal hunters will draw you into
their conquests, twisted deceptions, scorching heat, and yes, even love.



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Monday, 7 October 2019

Are you Ready for Rhett? #PreOrder Elite Power: Rhett [Supreme Legacy Series, bk 2] by P.T. Macias - Dark Mafia Romance

Elite Power: Rhett
Supreme Legacy Series, Book 2
by
P.T. Macias

Release Date: October 20th, 2910


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Earl Rhett Kaiser ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My one-night stand is more than I thought.

She collides with my world, making it rock on its axis.

Yeah, the one that I can’t seem to forget.

I need to ignore my soul’s roar.

She’s part of the web of deception that I need to make right.

She’s wild; she’s beautiful, she’s untamed and smart.

She runs from my grasp, not granting me a chance.

The King seeks justice, and the underworld war needs to end.

The bloodshed, the Capo, is dead.

The Lord is pissed and eager to wage war and claiming her as his reward is his only redemption.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Isabelle Napolitano ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My world has changed; I knew it would.

My father, the Capo of the underworld, is dead.

The war has to end!

My brothers are gone and nowhere to be found.

The Lord in Europe seeks revenge, claiming me as his.

I don’t think so, I rather die.

I have to run; I have to hide.

I’m petrified, and I’m going insane.

What should I do?

My one-night stand unexpectedly shows back up in my life.

He’s not who I thought.

He’s an Elite, much more than a Capo in the underworld.

Who would have thought?

He wants to protect me, is that a lie?

My heart aches; my soul weeps.

I’m running, not looking, not listening to him.

Nobody can help me; I can’t stay here.

I must hide, I pray that I’ll survive.


Experience the world of the ruthless masters, the Elite Supreme Power dictating society and the world.

Taste the excitement and the mysterious allure of falling in love.

Enjoy the opulence, the adventure, the power wars, the suspense, the corruption, the drama, lies, secrets, and the omnipresent danger cloaking their life.

The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!

Note ~ Elite Power, Supreme Legacy Series are also standalone stories and no cliffhangers. (Dark Mafia Romance . . . . . . HEA)



Meet Belle And Rhett!

“Belle, you know who I am. It’s very important to trust me. We need to leave, now.”

What? I’m so confused. You’re here to take me? Who are you?”

“Belle, don’t run from me. I’m here to help you. I’m an Elite. Please believe me.”

“Who? An Elite? What does that mean? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Rhett takes a step forward, trying to reach her, and pull her close.

Fuck! She's so damn scared. She doesn’t trust me. That cuts deeply. Fuck she doesn’t know anything about her father’s business.

“Belle, I’m here to protect you. Please, take my hand. I’ll explain everything later.”

Belle starts taking small steps back, wide-eyed, watching him closely. She shakes her head, gasping.

“No!”

Omg! He’s one of them? He’s here to take me? Where? Did they kill my Papà? The man that stole my heart, owns my soul killed my Papà! Why? What do they want?

Copyright 2019 P.T. Macias






Elite Power: Trent

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Prince Trent Konig ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


I was born an Elite and forged by the king.


I’m ruthless and soulless, a bastard to fear.

I’m merciless, I’m fierce, and trained to kill.

I’m broken, I’m evil, not worthy of her love.

My Baby Girl has a halo; she’s truly an angel.

I always knew she’s my soul mate, and yet I force myself to wait.

This wild need compels me to claim her and drives me insane.

My heart aches, my soul rages, and I refuse to have her near.

I can’t crown her my queen; thus, the kingdom is not at peace.

The danger and intrigue shroud the Elite.

The wrath of war is in the air, and a woman’s scorn is always a power to fear.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Lady Yvette Kaiser ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I pray he forgets his past deeds, his fears and believes in the greatness that he is.

No matter what he thinks, no matter where he goes, I keep my eye on him, waiting for his call.

I wait, I dream, I think of him.

I place my heart in his hands, knowing that he’s my man.

I only know that we belong, and our souls are fated to be one.




Review ~ http://bit.ly/2koTQ0Q
This is the first book of a series, and it is amazing. Ms. Macias does an amazing job, of bringing her readers into a fantasy world, but makes it all seem real, yes she is that talented an author. I urge you to start this series, it is a real roller coaster ride, and has something for everyone. Happy reading! 

Review ~ http://bit.ly/2lBmtbb
The book captures you from page one. You don’t want to stop reading it. This world of cruelty, corruption, secrets, and lies forge these men. But when love comes calling these men are brought down to their knees. Though they fight to survive. Par excellence in this book.

Review ~ http://bit.ly/2k5tXCP
Trent and Yvette's story is fraught with intense feelings, and dangerous situations that add to my enjoyment of the book very much.