Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Liza O'Connor's romance - Oh Stupid Heart #CoT #romance

Oh Stupid Heart

Book Two of: A Long Road To Love

Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance

By

Liza O’Connor

Blurb:

Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits to this inter-species relationship. But while she's off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancée is working hard to get Trent back and Carrie fired.

Excerpt:

Carrie glanced up at Trent. “Can I have one of your business cards?”

He handed one over, curious why Carrie wanted it. She flipped it over and wrote, These bills were given to Miss Claire as an act of charity. They are hers to spend.

She handed Trent the card. “Sign it, please.”

He signed the card and Carrie presented it to the old woman.

Her eyes rounded as she read it. “You know my name.”

“We’ve talked before.”

“Right. You’re the nice girl who pointed out how much cheaper it would be for me to buy a monthly card instead of paying the daily rate. I appreciated your advice. I’ve been able to buy better food and even had money saved up so, when I got sick, I could get well enough to keep working.” She patted Carrie’s arm. “I’m glad you got yourself a good man. You deserve it.”

Carrie glanced up at him and smiled. “He is a good man.”

She whispered in the old woman’s ear. Whatever she said cause the woman’s forehead to furrow.

She thrust the bills into Carrie’s hand. “I appreciate the thought, but I can’t take your money. But thank you both. You’re good people, and the world could use more like you.”

To his shock, Carrie didn’t argue. She only hugged the woman. “You are good people, too.”

Half the crowded train watched the fiasco. Great! Not only had the old woman rejected his act of charity, but a mob of commuters had witnessed his failed attempt at being a “good person.” His grandmother had to be thrashing in her grave.

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Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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A Hot Sexy Read from Daryl Devore's Love My Fate #DarylDevore @daryldevore #hot #romance #fantasy

Warning - Hot Sexual Content.

You've been warned :-)

The warmth of the massage table changed to cool silk. I opened my eyes and looked around. The table and hut had disappeared, and I was now on the end of a long dock surrounded by colourful pillows. Some of which, were positioned under me. A surge of light shimmered over my body.

My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.

"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."

"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"

"Yes."

One simple, yet mortifying, word.

"I'm not a porn star."

"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."

I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.

"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.

To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.

Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.

I took a moment to figure out what to do. Thall didn't think to include the instructions, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet.

My bad.

Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.

Snap. Snap.

A surge of lust rushed through my body then centred in my crotch.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudged me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?

The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.

Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.

Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.

The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.

"Do you want it?"

I groaned.

"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?"

Do the Fates understand the term—duh!

A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.

The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.

I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"

"Where?" His voice brushed past my ear.

"My clit."

Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe.

Blurb and Buy Links

What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.

Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.

Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.

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Some wars must be fought, some loves must live on hope alone, and some stories must be told. This is one of them. Waroline Warfield's Christmas Hope #historical #romance

Christmas Hope

by Caroline Warfield

Genre: Historical Romance 

Some wars must be fought, some loves must live on hope alone, and some stories must be told. This is one of them.

When the Great War is over, will their love be enough?

After two years at the mercy of the Canadian Expeditionary force and the German war machine, Harry ran out of metaphors for death, synonyms for brown, and images of darkness. When he encounters color among the floating islands of Amiens and life in the form a widow and her little son, hope ensnares him. Through three more long years of war and its aftermath, the hope she brings keeps Harry alive.

Rosemarie Legrand’s husband left her a tiny son, no money, and a savaged reputation when he died. She struggles to simply feed the boy and has little to offer a lonely soldier, but Harry’s devotion lifts her up. The war demands all her strength and resilience, will the hope of peace and the promise of Harry’s love keep her going?

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Award winning author Caroline Warfield has been many things: traveler, librarian, poet, raiser of children, bird watcher, Internet and Web services manager, conference speaker, indexer, tech writer, genealogist—even a nun. She reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows where she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

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Offering more payload mass, volume capability and energy to speed missions through space, the SLS rocket, along with NASA’s Gateway in lunar orbit and Orion, is part of NASA’s backbone for deep space exploration and the Artemis lunar program. #space #FridaysinSpace

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• Date Created: 2019-09-12
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Technicians at NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans rotated the engine section for NASA’s Space Launch System rocket from a vertical to horizontal position to prepare it for joining to the rest of the rocket’s core stage on Sept. 13. The engine section, which comprises the lowest portion of the 212-foot-tall stage, is the last major component to be horizontally integrated to the core stage. Michoud crews completed assembly on the flight hardware that will be used for Artemis I, the first lunar mission of SLS and NASA’s Orion spacecraft, on Aug. 29. The core stage’s two liquid propellant tanks and four RS-25 engines will produce more than 2 million pounds of thrust to send the SLS rocket and Orion on the Artemis lunar missions. The engine section houses the four RS-25 engines and includes vital systems for mounting, controlling and delivering fuel form the propellant tanks to the rocket’s engines. Offering more payload mass, volume capability and energy to speed missions through space, the SLS rocket, along with NASA’s Gateway in lunar orbit and Orion, is part of NASA’s backbone for deep space exploration and the Artemis lunar program. No other rocket is capable of carrying astronauts in Orion around the Moon in a single mission.

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The tough choice of life's hard decisions. #yoga #yogathoughts

Basically it comes down to fight or flight. Neither is wrong. Neither is bad. It is what you - YOU - choose at that moment. You must choose what is good for you.

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Tempted by Felicity Brandon The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book One #DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM #EnemiesToLovers

Title: Tempted by Felicity Brandon

Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book One

Hash tags: #DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM #EnemiesToLovers

Tag Line:
A love that neither of them could resist.
A secret that will burn down the whole city...

Release date: 23^rd, September 2019

Buy links:

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07Y2YTQSY

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47959332-tempted

Blurb:

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.

She’s feisty and tempting.

And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.

I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.

So, Delilah isn’t what I need.

But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.

She might be hiding a secret.

A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.

There’s only one question that remains.

Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?

Giveaway: http://tiny.cc/bzn0cz

Excerpt:

“So, you don’t want dessert, sir?” Delilah’s voice had taken on that soft purr again, and his cock stirred reflexively at the tone.

Dalton leaned toward her. “Oh, I want dessert,” he assured her in a low tone. “In fact, I predict we’ll both be enjoying a bloody big portion.”

Delilah’s eyes widened and she smiled. “Thank God,” she murmured. “I can’t wait.”

He grinned, rising from his chair while she grabbed her purse and shrug. Stepping around the table, she moved toward him.

“How far is to your place, sir?”

Dalton’s arm snaked around her middle, drawing Delilah toward him. “Not far, beautiful. Hold on, I’ll have you there in a few minutes.”

She flicked her bob back with a mischievous smile, and he led her wordlessly out of the Italian restaurant and in the direction of the elevators. The place was the usual thrum of activity for this time of the evening, and numerous people acknowledged him as they wandered past the throng.

“Hey, Dalton!”

He turned at the sound of his name to find Manuel striding toward them. “Hey, man,” Dalton answered, his brow arching at the way his old friend’s gaze so overtly fell over Delilah.

“I was going to ask if you were stopping by the club tonight, but…” Manuel paused, smiling at the pouting expression Delilah was offering him. “It looks like you’re already taken.”

Dalton laughed. “Manuel, this is my friend, Delilah.”

He glanced down at her expectant face, her thoughts confirming how eager she was to know who Manuel was. “And, Delle, this is Manuel.”

Manuel thrust out a large palm in her direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delilah.”

His gaze rose to Dalton, his brow raising as his thoughts confirmed his curiosity. Who’s the hot little redhead, Dalton? You’ve obviously been playing this card very close to your chest.

Dalton bit back on a grin as he guided Delilah in the opposite direction. “Great to see you,” he called back over his shoulder. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too,” Manuel replied. You lucky sod.

“Friend of yours?” Delilah whispered as they entered the elevator.

There was only one other couple at the far end and with a nod, Dalton steered Delilah away from them.

“Yes, he is,” Dalton confirmed.

He was about to illustrate his point by telling Delilah about Manuel’s position within the organization, but he stopped himself. He may really like the woman, but Dalton had to face facts. She wasn’t telling him the truth, so he needed to be careful with the information he made available. Dalton gazed down at Delilah. She was glancing over her shoulder at the other couple, her attention slowly returning to him.

“Are you okay?”

“More than,” she answered with a lascivious grin. “This is the part of the night I’ve been looking forward to the most.”

Dalton smirked. “I noticed,” he murmured. “You’ve been making those bedroom eyes at me all night.”

Delilah nibbled her lower lip, pressing herself up against him. “Guilty, sir,” she said softly. “What’s my punishment?”

His eyes widened at her provocative display, and at that moment, the elevator came to a pause, the chiming bell drawing both of their focus temporarily back to the sliding doors. Dalton pulled Delilah against him while the other couple left, his arm reaching to instruct the elevator to the floor they needed.

“I’m glad you asked,” he brooded, ensuring he had her full attention as the doors slid closed once more. Slowly, he spun Delilah’s body around, pressing her against the cool mirrored interior. “Based on how much you enjoyed your introduction to BDSM yesterday, I thought we could play another game?”

Delilah gulped, her pupils dilating. “Are you trying to frighten me, sir?”

Dalton’s cock roused at her question. “No, Delilah.” His tone was low and even. “Would you like me to?”

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