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Title: Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind

Author: Jessie Lane and Abbie Zanders

Genre: Sci/fi Romance

Release Date: April 17, 2018

Destiny’s not just for Earthlings…

Detective Ryan Winslet is a by-the-book kind of girl. The one and only time she allowed her personal feelings to cloud her judgement, the results were devastating. Now she’s getting a chance to make things right, but a certain sexy nightclub owner is muddying the waters.

Tiberius Maximus isn’t the first Aequorian prince to be exiled to Earth. Like his ancestors, he came, he saw, and he conquered. He’s vanquished his enemies, gained a fiercely loyal family, and runs an incredibly successful nightclub that might push a few legal human boundaries. The only thing he doesn’t have is the life mate he so desperately craves – until a salty blonde saunters into his club one night.

When the no-nonsense detective meets the exiled prince, their chemistry is off the intergalactic charts. Tiberius is convinced she’s the one for him, but Ryan’s not taking the bait. Sure, he’s über hot and seems like a great catch, but he’s also involved in some fishy business and thinks he’s from another planet.

Should she follow her head and throw him back? Or follow her instincts… and her heart… and jump into the deep end?

Tiberius sat back and sipped his drink, content to observe. It was amusing to watch the females compete for Donny’s attention. They flirted openly, made lewd suggestions, and sometimes even managed to grope him when he got too close. None of them realized, apparently, that Donny was in a happy, committed relationship with Jay. Donny’s flirtatious behavior was nothing more than his natural, outgoing joie de vivre. The eager females would receive nothing more than a friendly smile and excellent service in exchange for their generous tips, for it was only Jay he sought out at the end of every shift.

Tiberius was in the process of raising the glass to his lips when a voice cut through the din and rang like a crystal bell in his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. And just so you know, I’m a cop and she’s my best friend. If you so much as hurt her feelings, I will be back here, and not for a social call, get me?”

The voice set his nerves and loins tingling. He scanned the crowd, searching for the source.

“Everyone should have such fierce friends. She is in good hands with me, I assure you.” That was from Quintus.

“She’d better be.”

Tiberius stood, his heart thundering in his chest, his mind whirring at tornadic speed. There!He spotted Quintus first, tall and dark, his head bobbing above the majority of shorter humans as he moved away. And there, where he had been, a golden-haired female swathed in blue.

As if drawn by an unseen force, he moved toward her. A fierce, possessive need washed over him. He needed to get her away from the lascivious interests of the worked-up crowd.

Never before had he had such an instant and all-consuming reaction to the mere sight of a woman, in this realm or any other. Dare he hope that his prayers had been answered?

The odds were astronomical, yet his soul cared not. Neither chance nor logic entered into the equation. If the gods had decided to bless him with a mate, then they would also ensure their paths crossed at a location and timing of their choosing. Why not here? Why not now?

He stopped only a short distance away. She was looking in the other direction.

He took a moment to rake his eyes over her. Loose waves of golden silk cascaded over curves that made his mouth water. She was smaller than he had originally thought, barely reaching his neck, even in heels.

As if sensing his presence, she turned. Big, blue-green eyes, the perfect color of an Aequorian sea, widened as her gaze rose upward. He couldn’t help feeling pleased when her skin flushed a lovely shade of pink and her lips parted slightly. With his superior senses, he could hear her heart speed up and feel the heat radiating from her body.

“Oh,” she said.

Oh, indeed.

They stared at each other for a long moment, until the spell was broken when an overexuberant patron plowed into her back, pushing her forward, right into Tiberius’s waiting arms.

Energy coursed through his body, firing every nerve and lighting him up from the inside out.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, righting herself.

He wasn’t. It took every ounce of discipline he possessed not to pull her right back into his embrace.

When another surge of the crowd threatened, he placed his hand on her lower back and firmly but gently guided her out of harm’s way. “May I purchase a beverage for you?”

She blinked then shook her head slightly as if to clear it. “Thank you, but no. I was just leaving.”

Leaving? No, he couldn’t allow that. Not until he knew more about her and this inexplicable pull she seemed to have on him.

“Unacceptable.”

“Why unacceptable?”

“Because I have only just found you.”

“Does that line usually work?”

“I do not know. You are the first woman to whom I have spoken those words.”

Her eyes softened, then she cleared her throat. “Oh, you’re good.”

He grinned. “Does that mean it is working?”

She laughed, the sound filling his chest with light. “Kind of, yeah. But I really was just leaving. This”—she waved her hand around her—“isn’t really for me.”

“Then perhaps you will allow me to suggest a quieter venue, one where we may talk and get to know each other. There is a small eatery just down the street. I have been told it is quite good.”

She considered him for a moment then nodded. “Yeah, okay. Why not?”

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

Abbie Zanders is a sucker for romance and promises her readers two things: happily ever afters, always, and no cliffhangers, ever. Alpha males and strong heroines are a given.

Abbie was born and raised in Northeastern Pennsylvania, USA. With degrees in Computer Science and Mathematics, she worked for more than twenty-five years as a software engineer, designing and writing financial applications, though she has also held second jobs as a deli clerk, pub waitress, restaurant baker, and secretary. She has been crafting stories since elementary school. She is a very busy wife and mother of three (including a set of identical twins). Besides being an avid reader and writer, she also loves animals (especially big dogs), classic muscle cars, and 80’s hair bands.

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Title: The Ghost in the Water

Series: Samuel Dexter Book 2

Author: Faith Gibson

Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance

Release Date: March 3, 2018

There’s a serial killer in Robins, Alabama…

And he’s targeting women who look like the missing young woman Samuel Dexter and his PI mentor, Jillian, are searching for. As Sam trains to become a Private Investigator, he is also learning more about being a medium. During his missing persons case, two ghosts contact Sam, allowing him to put both new sets of skills to use.

In Orlando Shaw’s years as a detective in small town Robins, he’s never come up against a serial killer. Until now. The killer is smart, leaving only the most elusive clues behind. Orlando has always relied on his team, but as the killer continues to evade capture, Orlando turns to the one person who has connections beyond his reach – his lover, Sam.

Navigating the rough waters of their reunion, Sam and Orlando learn there is give and take in a relationship. The love they felt as teens is gone, replaced with a more mature love, and it will take compromise by both men to make it work.

With the help of his little ghost, Cindy, Sam embraces his new gifts as together they help solve another crime.

The Ghost in the Water is book 2 in the Samuel Dexter Series. These books are written to be read in order.

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“Do you really want to move in with me?” Orlando asked, barely loud enough for me to hear.

I could tell he was nervous. I’d been around him enough over the past few months to know his tells. His voice dipped low and soft when he wasn’t sure of himself, and he gripped my hips tighter than he probably realized, as if he were grounding us together.

“I do. I can’t worry about the past; I can only look to the future. After I put in a day’s work with Jillian, I want to come home to you. To all this. You cooking and me cleaning up. Seeing our clothes mixed in the washing machine. Lounging around catching up on movies I don’t remember watching. Decorating the house for the holidays. Taking care of Zayden together. I want all the things other couples do when they’re building a home. I want to go to sleep every night with my head on your chest instead of on a cold pillow wondering if you’re asleep yet. I want to wake up with your arm around my waist because you don’t want me rolling away during the night. I want you. I want us.”

“I want that, too. More than anything. Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I need to hold you.”

I allowed him to lead me down the hallway. I hadn’t planned on spending the night, but I had a feeling it was going to happen anyway. I should’ve texted Grams, but she knew where I was, and there had been plenty of nights I hadn’t made it home when I was supposed to. We both stripped down to our briefs and slid into our respective sides of the bed only to meet in the middle. Orlando cradled me the way he would if we were going to sleep, and I got comfortable against his strong body. We lay silently, letting our fingers do the talking. I skimmed my fingertips along his powerful thigh while his ghosted across my chest. When he grazed my nipple, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat.

That was all it took to break the spell. Orlando pulled me until I was lying on top of him. “I need you inside me,” he said, arching his back so his erection pressed into me. Resting on my forearms, I rocked back and forth until my dick was as hard as his. I didn’t hurry to give him what he wanted. Instead, I continued to torment us both with slow glides. Up and down. Back and forth. “Sam, please,” he begged. Dipping my head, my tongue teased along his full lips. Lips that were parted. Lips that were waiting for mine.

I licked at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head, searching. My teeth sank into his lower lip, biting just enough to make him gasp. Giving in to the need, I sealed our mouths. Keeping my eyes on his, I ground our dicks together while I sucked on his tongue, imagining it was his cock in my mouth. I had no idea how much experience I had giving head, but I enjoyed it. I loved the way his erection filled my mouth. The slide of warm skin over my tongue until it hit the back of my throat, making me gag. Why imagine it? Just do it.

I slid down Orlando’s body, licking both nipples and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to his stomach and hip bones. I scraped my teeth along his erection through his cotton briefs before nuzzling my nose against his balls and inhaling. His scent filled my nostrils, but it wasn’t enough. There was something about the way Orlando’s body wash mingled with his natural odor that drove me wild.

“Sam, please. I need you filling me up.”

“I’m getting there,” I assured him. I had every intention of making love to him, but not before I got a taste. Orlando pushed his underwear off his hips, and I slid them the rest of the way down his legs, licking his tip before sucking him inside. Orlando grabbed my hair and held my head still so he could grind against my face. I opened my throat as much as possible to accommodate his length. He always knew when I needed him to back off, and this time was no exception. His breathing grew jagged the longer I sucked him, and the few words he muttered sounded a lot like he was fucking god in one breath and damning him in the next.

Faith Gibson is a multi-genre author who lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her four-legged best friend. She strongly believes that love is love, and there’s not enough love in the world.

She began writing in high school and over the years, penned many stories and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story. You won’t find her books in only one genre, but they will all have one thing in common: a happy ending.

When asked what her purpose in life is, she will say to entertain the masses. Even if it’s one person at a time. When Faith isn’t hard at work on her next story, she can be found playing trivia while enjoying craft beer, reading, or riding her Harley.