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Meet Callum Blake- The Errant Son and Warrior of Wolf's Blade 

“My father and brother are blind to the realities of pack life.” - Callum Blake

Introducing Callum Blake: Wolf Shifter, Lead Paladin Enforcer for His Pack and Son of An Alpha

Callum Blake is the main character of my new book Wolf's Blade, the first in the series, The Paladins.  He is the second son of his pack's former alpha and the twin brother of the newly installed alpha of his pack- The Blake Pack.  Callum loves his twin brother, Corwin, but would rather not remain with the pack under his twin brother's rule because at times Corwin's arrogance blinds him to the problems around him.

As the lead Paladin Enforcer for his pack, Callum is single minded in his mission to protect the alpha and go to war against anyone who threatens their pack, despite his misgivings about his brother's leadership.  And when his brother ignores his warnings about the imminent threat to their sacred relic, The Kheta Dagger, Eryx Leva, also a Paladin, takes advantage his alpha's error in judgment and steals it.  The knife is a silver bladed knife that is not only deadly to all wolf kind but can only permanently wielded by the shifter male who is king of all wolf kind and Eryx Leva wants it.

And that is not all, Callum chases the man to a small town in Michigan where in the midst of it all he meets his mate, Samantha Dixon.  She is strong, courageous and beautiful.  Everything Callum has always wanted in a woman, there is only one small detail about them getting together forever, she does not his dark secret.  He is no ordinary wolf shifter.  The members of his pack are cursed and the darkness inside of him could endanger her life.  The last thing he wants to do is hurt the woman he loves.

Callum's mission has become the challenge of a lifetime--rescuing the woman he loves and saving all of wolf kind.

In the upcoming books we will see more of his fellow pack members who know what it means to give their all when it comes to protecting the people they love along with the unique abilities they possess.

Wolf's Blade

Author Clare Dargin

Series The Paladins

Book # 1

Genre Contemporary, Paranormal, Shifters, Wolves

Heat Level 4

Words 32,000

Content Notes Intense, Extreme Violence, Non-Sexual Physical Assault

Publication Date 12/28/2015

Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?

Erotic Excerpt

He finished loading their bags into the truck and walked over to her and kissed her. She leaned into the kiss. It was both sweet and sexy, filled with the same passion he showed her the night before. She gave in to it, his heat, scent, and licorice taste. Heat surged through her, setting her nerves on fire. Her nipples puckered against her shirt and her pussy dripped moisture, wetting her panties.

“Mmmm,” Callum said, pulling away with a hiss. “I can taste your arousal.”

“I guess the alpha can wait a while longer,” she replied in between nipping his lips.

They chuckled as they ran inside the house. Stopping in the bedroom, they hurriedly undressed as their mouths hungrily kissed. She reached her hands out and grabbed his shoulders. She leaned onto him as her legs quaked beneath her. She blinked up at him and almost gasped at the glance he directed to her. His gaze was so intense, it glowed. Her skin prickled from her arousal. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. His wolf had power and that was so hot. Her breath shuddered. He kissed her shoulders and her neck, then sucked where he had kissed. Her nipples pebbled because of his touch, while her pussy gushed.

All rippling muscles and hard angles, he was a work of art. Her gaze traveled down his body, toward the stacks of defined muscle covering his abdomen. Her mouth watered at all that tight toned flesh. Her teeth ached to bite into the wall of hard muscle, to nip into the dense flesh.

He took the tip of each of her nipples, suckling them and pulling moans out of her. She fisted her hand around his cock and pumped. His body stiffened as pre-cum coated her fingers. She knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. Thick and long, she ran her mouth up and down its length, savoring his spicy taste.

She tipped her head forward, licking and sucking the thick cock, taking more of it into her mouth. She wanted to please him as much as he did her. She treasured the idea that she was able to make him so hard. Callum slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. She added suction as he pulled out while teasing the underside of his cock. She reveled in the small grunts he gave as he responded to her ministrations.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from his dick.

“Enough. Any more and I’ll come down your throat.”

“So, I don’t mind.”  Her own need to come pooled inside her.

“I do. I want to come inside your pussy.”

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Author Bio

Clare Dargin is a multi-published romance author. She has written for several publishers in different genres, including erotic romance, military romance, contemporary, paranormal, and sci-fi. She lives in the mid-west, and when not surfing the web, she is hard at work writing her next romance novel. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, and Amazon.

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Book Spotlight~ Coming Attractions

Out Now – Coming Attractions by Rosie Vanyon (@RVanyon) #romance #erotica #mf

Blurb

During a freak summer storm, screenwriter and heiress, Cara Kelly and movie producer, Levi Callister are marooned alone for days in a mansion used as the set for an erotic film series.

When Levi discovers Cara sleeping naked in one of the sensuously themed rooms, the two embark on a collision course that can only end up in flagrante.

Cara is a nomadic loner, too afraid to commit to family, a home—or even a potted begonia. 

Levi is a player—a womanizer and entrepreneur. He needs a lot of money, fast.

So, when sparks fly between the unlikely pair both in and outside of the various sexily-decorated bedrooms, Cara can’t help wondering if Levi’s insatiable interest in her is real—or if it’s just her missing inheritance he’s chasing.

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Excerpt 

She was practically naked—the last pastel pink scrap of lace hid nothing. He could see, touch, taste everything. And yet there was something incredibly intimate and romantic about the slide of his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, the slow drift of lace and fingertips over her thighs, the feel of his breath against her center.

She was desperately aroused, screamingly eager, wet and hot and throbbing for him. Her clit was puckered tight and the muscles inside her were clenched with anticipation.

He let her panties slither to her ankles, clasped the cheeks of her butt, and pressed his scorching mouth hard and without warning against her wet sex. His lips were apart and he sucked her inside his mouth—the whole plump folded core of her—and his tongue probed unerringly to her clitoris. The feel of his mouth was the most incredible pressure she had ever experienced. The fast, sure flicking of his tongue inside the full suckling of his lips almost drove her out of her mind. She had not known there was pleasure like this to be had.

Her whole body was flushed with longing, her breath was growing irregular, and her pulse was breakdancing all over the place. She could feel the tantalizing edges of orgasm fluttering around the limits of her excitement. But she needed more. Something to tip her over that exquisite, elusive precipice.

“More...” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he pressed his face between her thighs, maintaining her pleasure. But even as she begged, she had no idea how he could deliver what she needed. His ministrations were already utterly and deliciously absorbing.

She clung to him, a single drop of perspiration trickling between her engorged breasts as she gasped her need.

“Please…” The word was thin and strangled. She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for.

He slid his right hand from her buttocks around her hip and across her thigh. With nothing more than a gesture, he commanded her thighs apart and, lost in a maelstrom of lust, she mindlessly acquiesced. She felt utterly wanton standing before this man, legs spread while he thrilled her with his talented mouth, his hand stroking relentlessly up and down her thighs.

His fingers traveled lightly, teasingly, sometimes grazing the trimmed hair at her center, occasionally brushing the fleshy entrance to her feminine core.

She could barely catch her breath now and she felt dizzy. Her throat was clamped shut and the razzle-dazzle of dancing lights behind her eyelids told her she was close to losing consciousness. She was no longer holding his shoulders for balance and encouragement. Instead, her fingers dug into his skin for support, and as a desperate plea for him to take her where she needed to go.

“Please, Levi, please...”

He didn’t hesitate. On the next upstroke between her thighs, he drove his finger deep into her sex. Plunging the digit once, twice, thrice into her soaked and scorching channel.

And then she flew apart. The orgasm rocketed through her like a searing star shower. There was no room for thought. Her release was pure sensation, so intense it was almost painful, so complete it was practically spiritual. The spasms rocked the depths of her very being and even as they began to subside, she knew what Levi had given her was a gift both precious and rare, and that the experience had changed her so profoundly there was no return.

Gently, lovingly, he helped her to the bed, easing her quaking body down on the silken covers, sliding beside her and gathering her in his arms. Slowly, as though from far, far away, she came back to herself. First she noticed the warmth of his body in the cool air of the room, the scuff his body hair against her smooth skin, the soothing glide of his fingertips over her quivering arm and her hip. His heartbeat beneath her ear was a perfect counterpoint to the rain thrumming against the window. His breath tasted faintly of mint and wine and her own musk. Her breathing slowed to match his lungs’ steady rhythm and her trembling began to abate.

“You look beautiful there,” he murmured against her hair. “Your golden hair spread all across the bed, your skin glowing, your lips swollen...”

His hands emphasized his words, stroking her body more intently as he spoke. Of their own volition, her fingers followed suit, trailing over his skin, mindlessly exploring the bulges and hollows of his body. He shivered when her short fingernails skimmed his nipple, gasped when she trailed her index finger down his hip toward the waistband of his briefs.

There was no mistaking his arousal. The thick length of him spasmed every time her hand drew close, and there was a tell-tale spot of dampness near the tip. Enjoying his responses, she teasingly drew her fingers around his belly and down the edges of his jutting hipbones, across the elastic of his underwear and up and down the arrow of hair between his navel and the stretch of blue fabric. He hissed and growled and squirmed under her ministrations.

“You are going to drive me completely insane,” he ground out, but he made no move to hurry her or change her agenda. She could see the pulse leaping at his throat, the desperate bob of his Adam’s apple, the sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.

She smiled saccharine sweetly at him and deliberately brushed her hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Really?” Cara said. She did it again. “I’m so sorry...”

“Funny, Cara, you don’t sound very sorry.”

Was he actually panting?

She quirked an eyebrow, her gaze all delighted mischief. “It’s hard to be sorry when there’s this tempting package right in front of me, just begging to be unwrapped.”

“If you’d like to unwrap it, Cara, be my guest.”

“Oh, I’ll unwrap it all right, but I like to open my presents in my own sweet time. I enjoy prolonging the anticipation.”

She scuttled up his body and swallowed his groan in her mouth from her position beside him. The taste of him was complex and addictive. His lips were clever and intuitive. His tongue was thorough and tempting. Cara felt as though she could stay here, kissing like this, lost in Levi forever.

Author bio

In between writing romantic stories, Rosie Vanyon is building a house on a hillside with stunning mountain views in her childhood home, Tasmania. She’s looking forward to sharing her dream house with her high-maintenance dog and a couple of naughty-but-smoochy cats. She has a Creative Arts degree and a grown-up job in financial services. Rosie has been a writer and editor in fields as diverse as motoring, travel and tax. She is relieved and elated to (once again) let loose her ‘romance author’ alter-ego. At last, she is following her heart.

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WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNER FEUD ~ IT MAY BE LOVE EXCERPT 8 (erotic)

EXCERPT CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS WEEK

PLAUDITS OF THAT UNLETTERED MOMENT (con't) --  #8

James knew her voluptuous body would always arouse him to the point of near-obsession.  She was a gift.  Her extraordinary tits, solid thighs and wet cunt would never fail to turn him inside out.  As she was doing now. She was a true gift.   Love was not just about the body, but more about the largest sex organ, the mind.  She was wonderfully so gifted.

He knew she believed he was controlling their fucking, but she was truly the one in control.  He had never been harder, and never wanted release more.  At the same time, he simply didn't want it to end.  All the aforementioned crazy was real and she was the one who unwittingly did that to him. 

The passion in her eyes could have melted iron, softened the mettle of his heart, and predict that his steely cock would soon melt inside her. 

"More!" she screamed, powering her fingernails into his back.

And he rammed harder.  Rutted against that dripping succulent cocoon that via a developed vacuum  seemed to suck him in with his every plunge.  His balls rhythmically slapped against her ass, making a whacking sound even as his cock's movement created a slurping noise.   Her moans mitigated those tinny sounds polishing them with thoughts of love.  She was more than an instrument with nipples, she was that women, with whom James had to share his feelings, and thus, his crave.

She grunted out a high-pitched pleading mew.  It sounded gritty and raw, oh so, retching that swamp alligators submerged and hid in lairs.  A primeval cry that echoed through time imitating the very first lovers who initially realized that the liaison of melded, harmonious souls compelled lust's momentum to previous unattainable zeniths.  Of all the composing of Beethoven none could be so moving as was her call to bridge time and space.  Why?  It was raw and reaching.

Her vocalization caused James to squeeze out one more, singular, defined and fervent action.  The tantalizing torment, lovingly inspired and furiously consuming, was what directed the act. 

Hips keeping her thighs parted, he used two fingernails to find her hardened nub and pinched it resolutely enough to draw a scream.  She arched toward the pain and onto his cock.  Her back and ass lifting off the bed, straining into him as fully as she could as her teeth clenched onto her own lower lip.  Her emotions froze and were like wading through glue, each omnipresent, demanding attention.

The mystical aardvark trinity of she, him and them chased the stalking albino serpent of being worthy of love.  This platinum-coated man loved her and wanted her to experience the glorious nature of her body.  She understood that so many men thought her the brick mausoleum's loo with remarkable flying buttresses.  They each adored the construction rather than the inner beauty.  James admired the totality of her, it overflowed with each and every action by him.   Within the authenticity of his feelings transferred through every touch, caress, kiss, stroke, and thrust, she felt freedom, strength and a celebrated love that celebrated she, him and them. 

It was then that she came, an orgasm shuttered, ripped, convulsed through her with tenuous intent, sharply defined and amazingly extensive.  A thunderous storm quaking every filament of her being.  So much like a maelstrom ravaging the landscape of her body, possibly altering it forever. 

Everything quivered as her clit candidly contracted, her nipples stiffened double-time, fingers clenched via passion's accord, that grip lengthy, continuous pulsations shredded through her, one after the other. 

The orgasm's freewill surpassed just being physically instinctive, going to a place of being fostered by genuine loving emotions.  The convulsions were at first fast, rapid, nail-hard, and then they came slower, but just as strong and finally easing back.  In response, she kept pumping against him and another tide arose, a second orgasm riding like a cresting wave on top of a previous watery crushing curl.  Impossibly, it was even more projected, sharp and violent. 

At the beginning there was a soft coo of real satisfaction, which became uncontrolled, almost foolish sounding cackles, trans-morphing into the tenacious gobble of relentless groans.  This was followed by the ruckus screeches of her inner beast, which was trilled into a gentle caw, eventually propelled at the end into the outcry of that wail of utter joy. 

The echoes of her response was the standing ovation that warmed James, telling him he was appreciated.

He felt those surges, comprehended the howls of her sate, reacted in kind, by no longer holding back.  He rammed back into her, hard and long, retreated and rammed again, endless strokes as he found his own ecstasy.  The delayed bliss iceberg instantaneously melted. Everything within him tightened, held on a split-second longer, rising to that pinnacle of ultimate paradise.  And then, he pumped into her, frosted her heavenly repository.  Just knowing the night had only begun, made this first orgasm that much more keen, vivid and profound.  Later, he'd cum again, on her breasts, in her mouth, in her ass.  He was such the hyena in syrup and she the wainscoting of the privileged, so different, yet, each so wonderful.  

When he finished, he collapsed upon her body and kissed her softly, her hair, her eyes, her cheeks, whispering sweet, loving sentiments.  She returned those sentiments and they held each other for long moments, cocooned in the other's arms.  

"I adore you," he murmured against her throat as he stroked her hair.  "You have liberated me.  No human is ever as free as a fish.  But here I am flopping before you, gasping for air, pleading for you to save me, knowing your heart will protect.  Yes, I adore you."

A soft smile slipped over her glowing, sate-filled face.  "And I you."  The desires of the heart were as crooked as corkscrews.  Was this too soon?  It mattered not.

Give a man a free hand and he'll try to put it all over you, some were welcomed, as was James'.  His hands gently cradled her face, one on either side of her cheeks. "I love you."  Those words silenced their universe, the wind ceased, the house's creaking stopped, and their hearts held still.  "I love you!" he reconfirmed almost in the voice of discovery, the eureka instant of realizing this was the greatest revelation.

Her smile widened.  "And I you."  She cooed with acceptance and then quickly noted, "I used to be Snow White but then I drifted."  She instinctually ran from her feelings.

His brows furrowed as he grabbed her, stalling her from retreating.  "Don't joke me.  Say it, I want to hear it."  Then with a humble jettison of soft words.  "I need to hear it.  We owe all we feel to that honesty."

Gaze fully burrowing into his eyes, she said on a hushed but audible breath.  "I love you, James, probably loved you since the birth of our souls."

"Knew it!"  A small, easy kiss of the familiarity of believing in forever claimed them for an instant, and then ever so gently and then ever so fiercely, they hugged for the seemingly forever.  The only sounds were paired breathing, synchronized heart beats, and plaintive purrs of their inner kittens. 

His cock still buried inside her, and her hips began to move.  "More..." was all she said.  Everyone boiled at different degrees.  She was still hot enough.

Much, much later, they fell into an exhausted sleep.

Just before James drifted he recalled Cyndy's claim, “I read your papers written for your mother that day at the cemetery.  I knew that the three computer identities were all you.  And I am so pleased.  Why?  James it has always been about you.  Those others proved my belief correct.

***

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Series Blitz` Christie Adams' Club Aegis

Join The Club – Club Aegis Series by Christie Adams @ChristieAdams #clubaegis #britromance

Series Blurb: Club Aegis

Aegis – the shield of Zeus, and by extension, a means of protection. The men and women who are members of Club Aegis have all played their part in protecting their country. They work hard…and they play hard. Their lives are not always easy – and sometimes they have to put their lives on the line, not just for their country but for those they love.

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The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)        

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Love Is Danger (Club Aegis 2)              

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A Wanting Heart (Club Aegis 2.5)        

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Blurb: The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)

Alex Lombard is a Dom with a dark past. The former SAS officer, now a successful businessman, carries the scars of his past both on his body and in PTSD-induced nightmares resulting from more than just his service to his country. The light in his life takes the form of his assistant, Beth Harrison, the woman whom he has secretly coveted since she came to work for him.

Beth has been attracted to her employer from the day she met him. When not at work, she fills her time with writing stories featuring the BDSM lifestyle she craves but has not yet found the courage to explore. Though she knows nothing of his extra-curricular interests, Alex is the inspiration for the Dom in her latest novel.

Then Alex makes a chance discovery, and when Beth becomes the victim of a street crime, the two of them come together to find what is missing from both their lives. However, their path to happiness is beset not just by the teething troubles of a new relationship—a ghost from Alex’s past has returned, bent on revenge, and Alex is not the only one in his sights…

NOTE: This work was previously published. It has been retitled, expanded and re-edited for this release.

Blurb: Love Is Danger (Club Aegis 2)

Having only just dumped her lecherous two-timing boyfriend, Stacie Matheson never expected, when her car broke down in a storm, to be rescued by a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed knight in a shining Jaguar. Cam is everything her ex was not—and more besides.

Now that his old friend Alex has settled into married life with his submissive, Beth, Cameron Fraser is ready to surrender his single status. What he isn’t ready for is being blindsided by a beautiful curvy damsel-in-distress.

Fate has brought them together – the Dom who needs a submissive, and the woman who takes her first steps into the world of submission at his side. However, there’s more to Cam’s life than the sensual games he plays with Stacie. When that life intrudes on their relationship, neither is prepared for the devastating consequences.

Blurb: A Wanting Heart (Club Aegis 2.5)

What happens when a former Royal Navy officer is given a second chance with the woman he loves?

Ryan Quinn is still in love with the woman he lost three years ago. For him, there can be no other. When he sees Fiona again at her sister’s wedding, he has no choice but to risk his heart for a second time, by reminding her of what they once shared.

How wrong can a woman be?

Tragic and complicated family circumstances had left Fiona Pearce with no option but to turn her back on the man she loved and drive him out of her life. When his path crosses hers again, she feels compelled to apologise, even though she fears she may be opening old wounds that are best left undisturbed.

Events take an unexpected turn, giving Ryan the opportunity to suggest that they go away together for a few days. To his surprise, Fiona agrees. In the remote cottage their love is rekindled, but it takes a blizzard to erase the past and allow them to start finding out who they really are – together.

NOTE: This is a previously published work. The title, author, and/or publisher may have changed.

Excerpt: The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)

The sound of heels on hardwood provided the metronomic fanfare that alerted Alex to the imminent arrival of Beth Harrison—his executive assistant, right-hand woman and, of late, source of growing frustration. He looked up from the correspondence in his hand, eyes narrowing at her approaching reflection in the tinted window that gave him a panoramic view over London.

Those damn fuck-me shoes! A muscle tensed in his tightly clenched jaw. While her working wardrobe went from black to white, with every shade of grey between, her footwear was downright rebellious—immaculate heels, never less than four inches in height, in a myriad selection of styles and eye-catching colours.

Which ones today? It was a question that crossed Alex’s mind every morning. He’d never considered himself to have any kind of shoe fetish until Beth came to work for him. Every morning it was the same, and the litany of colours was ever-expanding. As for today—would it be the peacock blue? Or the metallic purple, perhaps? He was rather fond of the latter.

No, today it was a new pair…new to the office, at any rate. The vivid red patent leather heels, with an ankle strap adorned with an eye-catching bow, were incredibly flattering to her slender feet and shapely ankles…and those gorgeous legs clad in sheer black nylon with seams straighter than an arrow. Oh, the fantasies he’d had about having those legs wrapped around his hips while he sank his cock into her lush body, felt her contract hard around him, heard her panting cries as he spilled inside her at the moment of her climax…

His eyes continued upward, taking in the flannel-grey pencil skirt—the fabric clinging to her curves, so fitted that it gave her hips an ultra-feminine sway as she walked. He experienced a sharp, momentary twinge of disappointment; for the lines to be that smooth, there was no way she was wearing stockings. He tried to curb his disappointment that beneath the skirt, there would be no tantalising exposure of creamy skin at the top of her thighs.

She wore the crisp, brilliant white cotton blouse with the top buttons undone, hinting at a delicious cleavage, the long sleeves fastened at her delicate wrists with mock cufflinks. French-manicured nails tipped elegant fingers that clasped a notebook and pen.

And then there was her face: heart-shaped, lightly made-up, alluring green eyes behind unremarkable spectacles, all crowned by upswept, luxuriant, brown hair threaded with gold, and not one strand out of place. In the three years that she’d been his assistant, he’d never seen her anything less than cool, calm and utterly professional.

What he’d give to see her come apart under the force of the orgasms he could give her.

Author Bio

When she isn't actually writing, Christie is often thinking about writing - either the book she's currently working on, or one of the dozen other stories she'll have percolating away at the back of her mind.

In addition to writing, she also loves lazing around with a good book, or browsing the internet in search of cute pictures of dogs and puppies, a pastime that often helps with writer's block - or so she claims. She likes James Bond movies, and cries at the end of "You've Got Mail" every time.

Good chocolate is also one of her passions in life, often accompanied by a glass of her favourite tipple, English sparkling wine. And if she can be persuaded to abandon her writing for a while, she finds that chocolate, wine and a good movie on TV is an excellent way to pass a dark winter's evening.

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