Jolene's newest ménage release tests the boundaries of love and relationships...one sexy move at a time.
Blush (if you must) as you read this blurb, and then enjoy Rafe and Emma's story!
Anderson is always taking care of others. If it’s not the preemie babies at
work, it’s her blind dog and ailing grandfather. She’s generous, trusting and
loving…sometimes too much so. Neglecting her own needs on the process of
helping others, she returns to her home town to care for her grandfather.
Rafe McCormick—the man who took
Emma’s virginity years ago—still resides in their hometown. He’s hot, sexy, and
carries two secret passions.One will
help Emma find a new side of herself in the sexiest way possible as he
introduces her to the erotic world of swingers. The other will force him to
reveal his deepest desire…
Will his penchant for being a
swinger bring them together as a couple, or pull them apart forever?
I'm thrilled to share this great news! Christi Barth, fabulous writer and my awesome critique partner, has a new release and it's perfect for your summer beach read, a weekend read...or any excuse you can come up with to enjoy this book. Even better news, too...this book is the first in a trilogy which means there's a lot more romance coming up.
Hope you enjoy this blurb and excerpt and be sure to get your copy today!
Up To Me ~ Book 1 of the Shore
Mayhew’s always appreciated the beautiful view of Seneca Lake from the spa
window of her family’s hotel. But the view improves dramatically when a hot
stranger runs across the grounds—shirtless. He’s the first man to kickstart her
hormones in the three years since she lost her parents, and she doesn’t even
know his name.
Locke’s on his umpteenth undercover assignment. The routine’s always the same:
assess a business, recommend it for closure, then roll out before anyone
discovers his decisions impact hundreds of lives. He’s always believed nothing
good comes out of small towns. Why would this one be different? Then he makes
two classic rookie mistakes—falling for the sweet, sexy girl who owns the very
business he’s on the verge of axing. And letting the town’s residents get
involved in both his life, and his relationship with Ella.
the best thing to ever happen to Gray, but he’s lied to her from the start. If
he pulls the plug on Mayhew Manor, the entire town may crumble. Ella couldn’t
save her parents, but it’s up to her to save their hotel. Even if that means
turning her back on true love.
“Come do yoga with me tomorrow.”
“I’m a guy. We’re all about being hard and stiff,
not soft and bendy.”
Ella blinked rapidly to clear the images of a
naked, hard-muscled Gray that popped into her mind. And hardness…other places.
“Don’t be so close-minded. Didn’t you end up enjoying the massage I gave you?”
“Yes.” He sounded adorably sulky at being forced
to acknowledge it. Why was it that men found it so hard to admit when they were
wrong? Definitely a topic of discussion for her next margarita night with the
“See? You can’t dismiss something out of hand
without at least trying it.”
Gray wrinkled his nose. “Do I have a choice?”
“No.” Ella brought up her other hand to cup his
face. “You deserve to be looked after. It’s not much, I know, but let me help
you in the only way I can.”
“I’ll do it—”
Ella bounced a little. “Terrific.”
“—on one condition. I’ve just come up with a
good plan for stress release. Let’s try my way first.” Gray wove his fingers
through the loose knit of her turquoise sweater. In one swift move, he pulled
it off over her head and tossed it into the corner. “Come swimming with me.
Was he serious? To stall for time while she
processed the preposterous suggestion, Ella stammered, “We…we don’t have
“You said the pool’s still officially closed. No
one will interrupt us.” He toyed with the strap of her matching tank. “You’ve
got this thing. I’m wearing boxer briefs. We’ll be more covered up than in
suits. Unless you don’t think you can control yourself around me?”
That was it in a nutshell. Not that she’d admit
it to Gray. Not when he had that sharp eyebrow arched and a smug quirk to his
lips. If he was trying to shock her…well, he had, no denying that. But what
better way was there to embrace life fully than to embrace a dripping wet,
mostly naked Gray? While she’d never work up the courage to tell him, this was
the kind of activity Dr. T. would probably applaud. Or at least give her a gold
star. He had asked her to email him with progress reports if anything big
happened. Unable to resist, she glanced down at Gray’s crotch. Ella expected
something very big, indeed, was about to happen.
“Water’s extremely therapeutic,” she said in her
most serious, I’m massaging you but not
judging your naked body in any way professional voice. “Swimming is a good
counterpart to yoga. They use the same long muscles.”
Yup. Her matter-of-fact delivery dropped his
eyebrow back to its usual straight line and wiped the smug from his lips. Ella
kept the surprises rolling. She stood, unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide
the floor into a big blue puddle. Then she reached out, grabbed his wrist, and
yanked him sideways into the pool with her.
The simultaneous body flops slapped noise and
water all around the room. Ella recovered first, treading water while waiting
for Gray to get his bearings and surface. Keeping her head above water was
easy. Breathing, however, was not, as she was laughing her head off at catching
him off guard. Finally, with much thrashing and churning of the water, Gray
popped up near the middle of the pool.
“What the hell?” he yelled, his voice bouncing
off the rocks with a hollow echo. “I’m wearing clothes!”
“So take them off,” she yelled back. Geez, it
was his idea. Ella had just implemented it without talking it to death first.
She’d thought he’d appreciate her spontaneity.
Gray stared at her for a minute, totally
unreadable. Then his head disappeared beneath the water again. In fact, he sank
straight to the bottom. It worried her. But just until a heavy, sodden pair of
jeans landed like a giant blue spitwad in front of her. Laughing, she tossed
them over her shoulder in the general direction of their shoes. Then Gray’s
shirt appeared, floating near the filter. Something she’d have to remember to
retrieve before morning when maintenance would make their final sweep before
reopening the pool.
She felt Gray first. His head brushed against
her stomach. Using her body like a swim ladder, he climbed it with his hands
until just those brilliant blue eyes broke the surface. Blinked at her once.
Then he tilted his head back and arced a stream of water from his lips to the
dead center of her forehead. Laughing even harder, Ella reached under his
shoulders to pull him the rest of the way up.
That’s when the laughter stopped. When buoyancy
slammed his oh my God so hard cock
right against her. When it was the most natural thing in the world to wrap her
legs tight around him to keep him nestled against all her heat and what felt
like every freaking nerve ending in her body. And when she twined her arms
around his neck just for the thrill of rubbing her breasts across his chest.
With two powerful kicks, Gray propelled them to
the wall. He sandwiched Ella against it and hung on to the rocks to keep them
both afloat. “I’m on board with your idea. As you can tell.” He ground against
her in a way that absolutely proved not only that he was enthusiastic about
stripping, but that there was definitely nothing between them other than two
thin, skintight layers of cotton. Gray’s impressive length was no longer just
an impression or wishful thinking. It was hard and long and she couldn’t wait
to impale herself on him. For now, she locked her ankles together and let the
water do most of the work of bobbing her up and down in a rhythmic, full-body
Water glistened at the tips of his lashes. Ella
kissed it away, then just kept heading south. Over his early-evening stubble.
Down past the Adam’s apple that jerked reflexively. She’d always thought them
sexy. So uniquely masculine.
A nibble in the hollow of his collarbone. Down
till her lips were just underwater, closed around his nipple. Ella flicked it
against her teeth. Gray…growled? Whatever the noise was, it came from deep
inside him and turned her core body temperature up by about twenty percent.
Bio: Christi Barth earned
a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage.
A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she
succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning
contemporary romance. Christi is President of the Maryland Romance
Writers and lives in Maryland with her husband.
Excited to announce that Beneath the Surface is a daily pick for Bookbub's eBook deal of the day. It's only on sale for a limited time, so grab your copy today!
Beneath the Surface,
the award winning story of an amputee who is fighting to stay independent and
the cop who’s determined to protect her no matter what…
Brooke Richards survived the earthquake that took her
parents and most of her leg, but she needs time to regroup. A trip to Florida to visit her
best friend Linda seems ideal. But the trip turns traumatic when Brooke
witnesses Linda’s boat disintegrating in a fiery explosion.
Police officer Garrett Ciavello believes the blast was intentionally
set. When Brooke offers her expertise in underwater archeology, Garrett accepts
her help with the investigation. But since his fiancée’s death years ago,
Garrett has become overprotective, and as they are drawn to each other, Garrett
realizes he will risk anything to keep Brooke safe.
Brooke is fiercely independent. Garrett is fiercely
protective. Will they heal each other’s wounds and find a killer…before it’s
first time since the accident, Brooke forgot about her leg. Forgot about all
she’d lost and focused on the way Garrett made her feel.
she needed to stop him. She should find a way to resist the temptation to be
with him. But for a few minutes, she could enjoy the taste of him, the feel of
him, couldn’t she?
his hands to her waist and softened the kiss before trailing a line of kisses
down her neck. A weak cry slipped from her mouth. “Garrett,” she whispered.
stop this now before it got any more intense.
her chin and forced her to meet his brown eyes, smoky with desire. Heat
spiraled to her middle and she caught a whiff of his sawdust scent.
walk you back to your own room before I head to mine.” His voice broke as he
swallowed hard. She couldn’t do this right now with him. Too many obstacles
stood in their way. But as she looked in his somber eyes, she realized none of
those complications were bigger than her need for Garrett.
to your room,” she said, her voice shaking. She moved her hands inside his
shirt and ran them over his tight abs and chest. Heat soared through her body
at the feel of him. “Together…”
I'm thrilled to share the debut book release of Laura Welling, an amazingly creative author and awesome critique partner/friend. I'm so proud of her and this book is GREAT! Hope you'll check it out.
TALENT TO BURN by LAURA WELLING
Passion burns. Betrayal scars.
Cat Wilson grew up a misfit among misfits. She couldn’t read minds, see the
future, or start fires like the other Talented kids inside the shadowy Grey
Institute. Finally she ran, leaving her beloved brother, Eric, behind. She’s
been running ever since.
When she learns that Eric has escaped, leaving deadly fires in his wake, Cat
is torn between fear for her brother, and unwanted attraction to the messenger,
a charming, Talented ex-con who lives for the next adrenaline rush.
Jamie Murphy is sure his group of outcast Talents can help Eric—if they can
get to him before the cops or the Institute, and before he kills again. Cat’s
aversion to Talented bad boys is like a wall of ice, but to his surprise, he
doesn’t have to use an ounce of his own unique gift to find a way through it.
Yet locating Eric is only the beginning. In the battle to pull him back from
the brink, Cat must find the courage to unlock a fearsome Talent of her own.
And pray the psychic backdraft doesn’t destroy everyone she loves.
Laura Welling, Author
she’s not writing, Laura Welling wears a lot of other hats: mother, farmer, and
software engineer. She's Australian but lives in the United States on a horse
farm, which she shares with her family, an over-sized dog, and various horses,
cats and chickens. She is a compulsive reader of all genre fiction, who started
reading before the age of two, and never stopped. She wrote her first “book”
when she was five—a spy story, which has since been joined in a bottom drawer
by various other early attempts.
book was inspired by some of her favorite stories: Anne McCaffrey’s science
fiction novels, Marvel’s X-Men comics, and The
X-Files television series.