Winter Light - A Blue Spruce Hills Novella - Contemporary Holiday Romance - Women's Fiction - and a Giveaway #Romance #ContemporaryRomance #HolidayRomance #Women'sFiction #Giveaway

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Winter Light

Honey Winters

(A Blue Spruce Hills Novella)

Publication date: November 12th 2026

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance, Women’s Fiction

For readers who enjoy clean women’s fiction about small towns, new chapters, and later-in-life romance.

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A small-town librarian, a new neighbor from Colorado, and the brightest Christmas display in the Poconos.

Penny McLauchlin runs the library from a former bank building where the vault is now a reading room. She knows which cart squeaks, which patron wants company rather than a book, and which of the atrium plants needs turning toward the light. What she has stopped knowing is what she wants.

Then a colleague slides a listing for Regional Library Director across her desk — the kind Penny has scrolled past for years — and the thought arrives fully formed: I could.

She applies. And then the quiet season she thought lay ahead turns out to be anything but.

Her sister Jackie moves in. Her daughter is coming home for Christmas with a guest. And Nigel Blake, her new neighbor, has just plugged in a holiday display visible from Mars.

By December, Penny’s street is the brightest one — and the woman who never wanted anything to change has a job interview and is embroiled in a Christmas lights battle that has drawn spectators from across town.

This book is for every woman who has looked around a good life and still wondered whether this was all of it. Winter Light is about wanting things at 55, reaching without wrecking anything, and discovering that contentment isn’t the same as closing the door. Come to Blue Spruce Hills for warm friendships, a Pennsylvania mountain town under snow, a sister who arrives like weather, and a neighbor whose Christmas lights are an argument for joy.

Trope List

Finding yourself at 55

Midlife women’s fiction

Small-town Christmas

Widow opens heart to love again

Neighbors to something more

Sister returns home

Female friendship group

Clean

Low angst

What you can expect:

Heat: clean and wholesome

Tone: cozy women’s fiction, warm and lightly funny

Series: A Blue Spruce Hills Novella, interconnected standalone

POV: third person, past tense, single POV

Content Notes: reference to past spousal loss (off page, years earlier); no violence; no swearing

Comps: Debbie Macomber, Nancy Thayer, Sheila Roberts

Welcome to Blue Spruce Hills: A mountain town that reinvented itself once already and knows something about new chapters. Come for snow, tea, good friends, poetry night at the Tea House, and a holiday season worth remembering.

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Two big candles sat square in the middle of the cake—a five and a five.

The lights dimmed, and Penny was treated to an unharmonious Happy Birthday. Then came a chant that the kids had done when they were young and the adults had continued. Luckily, they now counted by fives.

“Are you five? Are you ten? Are you fifteen?” Shannon, Wendy, and Jennifer chanted.

As they counted up, Penny’s mind focused on her “new chapter,” as Jennifer called it. What new chapter? She had no news to share. Shannon had a new gallery showing. Jennifer was trying a new hobby. Wendy was going on vacation to Thailand.

“Are you thirty?”

Penny was simply going about her life. Day after day after day.

“Are you thirty-five?”

It wasn’t that her life was empty.

“Are you forty?”

Nor was she lonely.

“Are you forty-five?”

Nothing was wrong, per se.

“Are you fifty?”

But three words began to form, not quite solid yet, but taking shape.

“Are you fifty-five?”

Is this it?

“Stop,” Penny said, and the women clapped.

“Okay, Pen, blow out the candles and make a wish,” Shannon said.

Penny closed her eyes and did exactly that.

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After about five minutes of hugging, Penny finally left Shannon’s. Her hands were toasty in her new gloves. Her journal was in her tote bag, and her framed picture was tucked under her arm.

The night was quiet. Her feet crunched on the fall leaves, and she could hear a muffled TV. Penny had walked this walk so many times she knew where the sidewalk tilted because of tree roots and when to expect Mr. Phillip’s dog to start barking.

For the first time, she didn’t find that familiarity comforting. Nothing had changed from yesterday, but everything felt a little different. It was silly. Nothing more than the stress of a birthday.

But that feeling lingered.

Author Bio:

I love writing the kind of stories I want to curl up with—heartfelt, uplifting stories about women in midlife navigating life’s ups and downs. My books celebrate the bonds of friendship, the magic of second chances, and the belief that it’s never too late to fall in love.

Whether it’s a cozy lakeside summer, a small-town reunion, or an unexpected romance that catches you by surprise, I believe every chapter of life holds something sweet waiting to be discovered.

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Playing with Fire - Magical Romantic Comedy #1 - and a Giveaway #Romance #Romcom #PNR #ParanormalRomance #Giveaway

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Playing with Fire

R.J. Blain

(a Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count), #1)

Publication date: January 31st 2017

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Paranormal, Romance

Warning: This novel contains excessive humor, a fire-breathing unicorn on a mission of destruction, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.

Catering to the magical is a tough gig on a good day, but Bailey has few other options. Spiking drinks with pixie dust keeps the locals happy and beats cleaning up the world’s nastiest magical substances. She could live without serving Police Chief Samuel Quinn most days of the week, especially after destroying his marriage.

But when she’s targeted with a cell phone bomb containing gorgon dust capable of transforming her home into a stone tomb, she’s tossed head first into a mess with her sexiest enemy. Add in his ex-wife angling for revenge, and Bailey must use every trick up her sleeve to survive.

The last thing she needs is to fall in love with Manhattan’s Most Wanted Bachelor. Saving Manhattan will be tough enough.

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No one in their right mind would ever license me as a private investigator, but that didn’t stop people from coming to me when they needed something found. Fortunately, I liked my job as the only human barista at Faery Fortunes Coffee and Book Shop. Most came for a cup of joe and left too buzzed to read a thing, but who was I to complain? People paid top dollar for their pixie dust infused latte, and they tipped me well not to judge them.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t so fond of Chief Quinn. When he walked through the door, bad things usually happened to someone—me. For him to come in five minutes after opening, long before the sun even thought about rising, he needed something, and it wasn’t a cup of coffee. Why couldn’t he want coffee? I could deal with making him a drink, and I’d double his dose of pixie dust to keep him happy.

I gave the espresso machine a defiant swipe of my cleaning cloth before stepping to the counter to deal with Manhattan’s Most Wanted Bachelor. Without my help, he’d still be married, too.

What a way to start the day.

And to think people wondered why I refused to help find anything for anyone anymore. The reason stood across the counter from me. Chief Samuel Quinn, aged thirty, hotter than sin, and my heaven and hell rolled together in one smoking tall, dark, and handsome package, hated me for good reason. It was his fault, too. He had been the one to ask me for help finding his wife. I had found her all right, right in the middle of teaching a college stud the nuances of the reverse cowgirl.

If no one asked me to find something or someone again for the rest of my life, I’d be a very happy woman.

“Chief Quinn, what a pleasant surprise,” I lied. “Can I get you something? A dark roast, cream, no sugar, light on the dust?”

Why couldn’t I have been blessed with forgetfulness? I knew my worst nightmare’s favorite drink, and I had to make it for him first thing in the morning. Of course I knew it. He came in at least three times a week to torment me. Screw it. Who was I kidding? Instead of the coffee, he could take me instead. If I had to put up with the hassle of dealing with him, why couldn’t I enjoy it, too?

“Cream, no dust, and make it a large, Bailey.”

Alarm bells tinkled in my head. Since when did Chief Quinn address me by my first name? On a good day, he snapped my last name like he worried it would contaminate him. “Of course, sir.”

The faster I made his coffee, the sooner he’d go away. I’d love every second I spent watching him go. In less than a minute, I had his drink ready, and to lower the risk of him spending any extra time with me, I chirped, “It’s on me today, Chief Quinn. Have yourself a nice morning.”

If it meant we parted without incident, it’d be well worth the five bucks.

He saluted me with his cup, flashed a hint of a smile, and walked out the door. Facing him was hell, but I glimpsed the heavens when he left, and if my panties hadn’t caught on fire under my jeans, I’d be very, very surprised.

“You’re drooling, Gardener,” my boss squeaked. The moth faery, with just enough pixie heritage to dust glitter when she wanted, fluttered over my shoulder, her tiny arms crossed over her chest. “Reverse cowgirl.”

“Stop reminding me!” I wailed, slumping over the counter. “He hates me. Worse, all I think about when he struts in is taking off my clothes and giving him my panties. I think they caught on fire this time, Mary. Why couldn’t he have had one of his cops find his wife instead?”

“You just want to indulge in some guilt-free fantasizing like every other hot-blooded American woman in the city.”

“Exactly. This is why no one in their right mind asks me for help. I ruin everything.”

“Except my coffee, which is a miracle. Now that we’ve had our daily dose of excitement, can you handle the shop on your own for an hour? We’ll call it even on the coffee.”

Was she serious? Alone for an hour on a Monday morning forty minutes before rush hour? If she thought I’d be all right alone, she was completely cracked. I could already hear her if I dared to complain about my shift. What could possibly go wrong in an hour? Didn’t I like my job? The list went on and on and on. I smiled so I wouldn’t cry. “Sure, Mary. I can last an hour.”

“You’ve gotten better at lying. Your smile didn’t even slip that time. Try not to die while I’m gone. Good humans are so hard to find.” Mary zipped out of the shop through the pixie door and dove through the window of an idling sports car.

Wait.

Sports car? Red, convertible, top up despite the nice summer morning? I leaned over the counter and squinted. Yep. My boss had just ditched me for a ride in Chief Quinn’s car. Sometimes life really wasn’t fair.

Author Bio:

RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.

In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.

AI is never used in the creation of RJ's novels.

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Whiskey Victory - Historical Romance - and a Giveaway #Romance #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway

Joy Allyson is here to tell us about her historical romance Whiskey Victory.

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Can someone keep secrets too long?

Headstrong novice pilot Becca Elliott, niece of Tom Tanner’s Tennessee Whiskey owner, is determined to fight in World War II with the Women’s Air Corps in England. Desperate to get there, when a War Production request lands on her doorstep, she schemes her way onto a rescue mission, one that involves no return home.

Captain Christian Tenney is hell-bent on joining his Army unit in Africa. Frustration smolders when he’s redirected to Tennessee on a high-priority assignment. There is no time to lose or to figure out the lovely Becca’s motive or her relationship with the German POW working at her distillery, who may or may not have key information that could guarantee the mission's success.

Posing as a married couple, Becca and Tenney race across Europe to secure a noted professor and his antifreeze formula, which could ensure victory for the American Allies. Amid subterfuge, treachery, betrayal, and possibly treason, Becca’s growing attachment to the rigid, principled Captain clashes with duty, sacrifice, and consequences. Despite extraordinary odds, their wartime relationship evolves and comes to a head.

Rescuing the professor, saving her distillery, and finding happiness—and perhaps love are intertwined with the stakes of survival. Will Becca discover that peace and love are much like making good whiskey—results require vigilance, patience, and faith?

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Diesel brakes screeched, forewarning the disgorging of incoming soldiers from the arriving locomotive. Doors banged open. Young recruits, most without uniforms, some who appeared never to have shaved, wore identical expressions of uncertainty and apprehension as they spilled out of the train. Becca scooted out of the passengers’ path as they jostled and pushed their way through the terminal. She glanced again at the station manager’s office window.

“Miss Rebecca Elliott?” A baritone voice with a touch of a Southern lilt inquired.

Becca turned. A tall, handsome man in an Army captain’s uniform addressed her. He had a friendly yet quizzical expression on his face.

“Yes, please call me Becca.” The captain’s face changed from a smile to a discernible grimace when she confirmed who she was.

“Becca, I didn’t see you out here.” Mr. Dean emerged from his office and claimed her arm. “My apologies. Do come in, come in. You must be Captain Tenney,” he said, extending his hand to the officer, who had approached her. “Please come in. Would you like some coffee or lemonade?”

“Lemonade would be wonderful,” Becca answered.

“Yes, thank you,” the captain replied. “And thank you for the use of your office this afternoon, Mr. Dean, I presume. If possible, I need to take a private telephone call. Is there another office where I can receive it?”

“Indeed, my bookkeeper’s office is straight through this door.” Dean gestured.

One of the sergeants Becca had followed to the terminal approached the open office door, and handed off a thick brown leather briefcase to the captain. “Sergeant Ludwinsky has gone to collect your bags. Anything else, sir?”

“Yes, put in a call to Colonel Ashe. Tell his officer on duty I’ve arrived. He can reach me here at Mr. Dean’s office. Miss Elliott, will you join me in the bookkeeper’s office?”

Becca slipped by the captain into the tiny adjacent office and waited in the corner for the officer to enter.

“Please have a seat,” he said, motioning to a chair. He placed his briefcase on the desk, pulled the chair out from behind it, and sat to face her. She studied him while he grabbed his briefcase, unlocked it, and reached inside.

She’d already noted his physical stature, how his uniform must have been tailor-made to accommodate his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His rugged presence made him stand out among the slew of khaki-colored uniforms crowded in the terminal. A masculine scent of sandalwood wafted between them. Was he the officer she was supposed to meet, who had been collaborating with her uncle on a critical mission? She inched back in her seat. Why the need for this conversation?

He removed his captain’s hat, set it on the desk behind him, and ran his fingers through thick black hair. He gazed upward at her, returning her stare with arresting dark blue eyes.

“I want to make certain I have the correct Rebecca Elliott. From Tom Tanner’s Tennessee Whiskey Distillery?”

“Why yes.” She smiled but couldn’t help but wonder why this was disconcerting news.

He opened a manila folder, glanced at the first page, then flipped through at least three more. “Miss Elliott,” he said, “until forty-eight hours ago, I thought I’d be waiting in DC for the delivery of a German prisoner of war. Instead, I am here in this train terminal in the middle of the country, trying to investigate why, after four years of studying Military History at West Point and another four years of active duty service, I have never heard of a prisoner of war demanding complete changes in a military mission of their enemy. And seemingly, most, if not all, concerns you.”

About the Author:

As the daughter of a United States military officer, Joy Allyson developed a deep appreciation for history and a passion for travel. This former teacher, now author, has an unquenchable thirst for historical romances filled with captivating conflict and delights in weaving historical nuggets into her love stories.

Her favorite characters are rebel heroines and salvageable scoundrels. She believes the most treasured romances are the ones you can revisit again and again.

Joy loves classic movies, chocolate, coffee, cards, and carbs. Joy also enjoys hearing from her readers. She and her husband reside in the beautiful Tennessee hills, with her two daughters and grandchildren close by.

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The Ruination of Ramona Stone - Victorian Lesbian Romance - and a Giveaway #romance #Victorian #lesbian #giveaway

Lisabet Sarai is here to tell us about The Ruination of Ramona Stone, a Victorian lesbian romance.

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Juliet seized my hand in both of hers. “Thank goodness you’re here,” she murmured.

“I heard you cry out. Are you hurt, or ill?”

“I had a dream—a nightmare, really. I screamed to wake myself up.” She shook herself, like a dog emerging from a pond. “By the saints, it was terrible!”

I stroked the back of her hand, feeling strangely awkward. “Dreams mean nothing. They’re just illusion.”

“I don’t know. I barely remember my mother, but I know she used to question me about my dreams. ‘Sleep is the portal to truth,’ she told me once.” My friend half-giggled, then a shiver ran through her frame. “I had no idea what a portal was.”

“It’s hardly surprising you’d have bad dreams, given what you’ve been through.”

Juliet frowned. “Yes, I can see how that awful dinner tonight might have fed this dream.”

Shame twisted inside me. “I’m so sorry about the way Edward treated you. He was horrible. And the worst thing is, he doesn’t even realise how cruel and offensive he’s being.”

“Why do you stay with him, Ramona?”

“Oh, Juliet! Of all people, how can you ask? Without him to support me, I’d be in the same straits as you are. I have no independent income. I’d have no money, no place to live... Plus there’s Will. I couldn’t stand to be separated from my little darling.”

She looked grave. “It is a weary thing to be a woman, is it not? The world is arranged for the convenience of the husband. We are but ornaments in his house.”

“Edward is not an evil man. He provides for our needs. He does not physically abuse me. Indeed, he believes himself to be a model husband. I think he finds my impatience and frustration puzzling. After I stormed out of the dining room, I suspect he retired to his study, poured himself a brandy and tried to understand why I was so contrary.”

About the Author:Lisabet Sarai writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. In addition to her single-author lesbian romance and erotica titles, her Sapphic credits include contributions to Lambda Award winner Where the Girls Are, Ippie-winning Carnal Machines, Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Best Lesbian Erotica 2015, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire, and Lammy-nominated Coming Together: Girl on Girl.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing.

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The Playwright and the Duke - The Lost Slipper Society Book 3 - Sweet Historical Romance - Victorian #Romance #SweetHistorical #Victorian

Juli D. Revezzo is here to tell us about The Playwright and the Duke, book 3 The Lost Slipper Society, a sweet historical romance, Victorian era.

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The Playwright and the Duke (The Lost Slipper Society, book 3)

Sweet historical romance (Victorian romance)

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Banished from London by her father to her aunt’s house in Colchester, over a scandal caused by her sister that has all London talking, Miss Nora Murphy bides her time by trying to convince the local theatre manager to allow her to stage a play to benefit the Lost Slipper Society.

Darwin, a local fellow who teaches drums to orphans, wishes to use the same theatre for his own event. When Nora’s aunt suggests they might convince the manager of Nora’s case by pretending to court, Darwin agrees, but has reservations.

He has a secret he doesn’t wish revealed–especially not to Nora’s circle in London. For will Nora still love him, and the people of Colchester regard him the same if they find out their mild-mannered, charitable drum teacher is actually a duke-in-disguise?

About Juli

Juli D. Revezzo is an author of sweet Victorian romance novels featuring proper courtship, emotional depth, and richly detailed historical settings. She is the author of the Lost Slipper Society and The Camden Girls sweet Victorian romance series. She also writes historical fantasy and speculative romance, including the steampunk romances the Gears, Cogs, and Puppy Dogs series and Watchmaker’s Heart, as well as the gaslamp romance House of Dark Envy. In addition, she writes paranormal and fantasy series including Antique Magic, the Celtic Stewards Chronicles, and the Stewards War series.

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Baker - A Matti Baker Thriller #Thriller

Michele Packard is here to tell us about her thriller Baker, a Matti Baker Thriller.

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A Matti Baker Thriller

 

Thriller

Rated as a top political and medical thriller author by BestThrillers.com - Packard delivers again in this newest thriller.

Baker's dedication to safeguarding America faces its ultimate test as fundamental freedoms teeter and artificial intelligence reshapes destinies. With corrupt forces threatening existence, she must expose them before time runs out. Can she prioritize the greater good over personal survival? Join her pulse-pounding journey as she confronts insurmountable odds, unveiling the climax of an epic struggle for justice. Will she defy the odds or make the ultimate sacrifice?

 

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AESOP: A Matti Baker Thriller, Book 1

FABLE: A Matti Baker Thriller, Book 2

TELLER: A Matti Baker Thriller, Book 3

CounterIntelligence: A Matti Baker Thriller, Book 4

DEFCON: A Matti Baker Thriller, Book 5

BAKER: A Matti Baker Thriller, Book 6

 

About the Author

Known affectionately as "AESOP" by her family and friends due to her penchant for embellishment, Packard weaves her experiences and sharp wit into engaging narratives that resonate with readers.

Growing up in a household where her father devoured the works of acclaimed authors like Patterson, Child, Flynn, Clancy, and Woods, Packard developed an affinity for conspiracy theories and stories featuring resilient protagonists in psychological, political, and military thrillers. With a masterful blend of sarcasm and intricate plot lines, she seamlessly intertwines current and historical events, crafting thought-provoking stories that keep readers on the edge of their seats.

Acknowledged as one of the top political thriller authors of the year, Packard's literary prowess has garnered her widespread recognition and positioned her as an author to watch closely. Embracing every moment of her literary journey, she revels in the acclaim and the joy of sharing her compelling narratives with a growing audience.

 

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Dark Fire and Diamonds - A Dark Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance - Paranormal - Demon - Adventure - BDSM - FatedMates #EroticRomance #ParanormalRomance #Dragon #Demon #Adventure #BDSM #FatedMates

Kryssie Fortune is here to tell us about Dark Fire and Diamonds, A Dark Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance, paranormal, featuring a demon, adventure, BDSM, and fated mates.

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When a Dark coven enchants the victims into sexual obedience, all hell breaks loose – literally.

Hope Wigfield has billions in the bank, a genius-level IQ, and a stubborn streak a mile, wide. What she doesn’t have is a belief in magic. But when she’s abducted, stripped, and caged at a dark coven’s slave auction, the monsters of her nightmares become terrifyingly real…

Enter Flynn Hemsworth. Former military captain, survivor of horrific experiments, and host to a blood-hungry dragon demon. He buys Hope to save her, but his inner beast demands he claim her forever. Flynn is dangerous, dominant, and the sexiest man Hope has ever met.

When they uncover the coven master’s plot to use harvested demon blood to launch a nuclear strike, Hope and Flynn are thrust into a deadly race against time. The only way to survive is to unlock the dormant magic burning in Hope’s blood—a power that can only be unleashed through absolute, breathless surrender to the dragon who calls her mate.

Publisher’s Note: Dark Fire and Diamonds includes explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

He’d love and dominate her until her defenses splintered into a million pieces. A small smile played over his lips. He’d enjoy this, although he couldn’t say the same for his soulmate. After selecting a paddle—one coated in dimpled rubber like a table tennis bat—he smacked it against her backside. Her surprised yelp delighted his demon. Claim her. Burn her. Do it now.

He loved how his paddle left a tiny checkerboard pattern on her ass. Another resounding slap, and momentum lifted her feet off the ground. As she swung in her bonds, she let out a needy moan as she swung from her cuffs. The tops of her legs glistened as her cum spilled onto them. Eyes glazed, she struggled to stay on her feet. Another thwack of his paddle against her bare bottom, and her head fell forward. “We shouldn’t. We mustn’t, but oh god, Flynn, don’t stop. I want. I need.”

Her voice turned softer, edged with submission and desire. Flynn could tease and torment her like this forever, but back in the huge cavern where Montgomery once kept the demons prisoner, William lay dying. Desperate to release her magic, the demon coiled around his soul screamed, Bite her. Burn her. Make her ours.

He loved seeing the patchwork of red squares on her slender behind, but burning her was a step too far. And as for the biting—forget it. Wolf demons came with fangs. Dragon demons came with fire.

He stroked his fingers through her pussy, found her clit, and toyed with it until she trembled and begged for more. “Don’t stop. I need your cock thrusting inside me. Stop teasing and screw me. Please.”

“Such a demanding little girl.” He ran his tongue down her jugular vein and inhaled her sweet toffee apple essence. Here, in this borrowed BDSM playroom, her soft, submissive moans thrilled him. Unable to resist her, he nuzzled her neck. “Mine. My soulmate.”

She breathed out with a sob. “Yes. Yours.”

Naked, balanced on tiptoe, arms chained overhead, feet pushed wide by the spreader bar, she tried to ride his fingers. His body burned for her. He’d never needed a woman the way he needed Hope. Without her to soothe his dragon’s murderous soul, it would unleash death and destruction on the world. He wasn’t sure he cared enough to stop it.

He needed to claim her and free her magical energy—and since William’s life depended on it—he needed to do it fast. Dropping his paddle, he moved in front of her and pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy.

The way she met him thrust on thrust, always taking him deeper, sent his sex drive into overload. Replacing his fingers with his cock, his pumped so deep inside her, he didn’t know where he finished and she began. His demon purred with delight, and for once, so did he. When she clenched her pussy around him, his dragon shrieked with delight. Ours. Only ever ours.

He came with a yell. Sperm shot from his cock, filling her pussy, mingling with her sweet cum and flooding her inner thighs. He stroked her hand and her back as he waited for her powers to manifest. But they didn’t.

Determined to push things to her limits, he thrust his middle finger into her tight bottom hole. “I don’t… I can’t… Oh God, that’s so wicked, but it feels so good. I need you so much, but Gramps…”

Her muscles turned to jelly as he pumped his finger in and out of her. Then he thrust another finger inside her.

“That’s too much. It burns, but in a good way. Flynn, your cock will never fit in there.”

He bit gently on her earlobe. “I’m claiming this tight little rosebud entrance of yours before you leave this room. Then you’re mine completely.”

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous. And now the world’s sexiest dragon has crept onto the listtag.

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