Today we’re thrilled to welcome fellow eXtasy author Maggie Blackbird with a fabulous kinky release just in time for the holidays. You won’t want to miss this one!
He’s got the perfect Christmas present for the community’s chief—vengeance wrapped in a shiny box with a red bow on top.
Joseph Slade Indian isn’t angry. He’s pissed. Pissed that the man who threw over his love for glory and money is back, and now leads their Ojibway community as the new chief. Holding the pain deep in his chest, Slade knows how he’ll celebrate the most miserable day of the year—opening a gift of recompense after being dumped by the one man he dared to love.
Gavin Pemmican is full of regret. He knows he made a big mistake leaving Slade for a materialistic dream of power and prestige. No longer the poor bullied misfit but an educated lawyer, he’s ready to put his skills to the biggest case of his life by brazenly challenging Slade in the kangaroo court of sexual torture he’s daring to stick Gavin in—and win back the only man he’s ever loved.
Genre(s): Multicultural, m/m contemporary
romance, adult, LGBT.
Heat Rating: Level 4
Publication Date: November 29, 2019
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Purchase at eXtasy Books
Gavin swiveled on his black shoe, glancing over his shoulder. No, not a glance. His heavy-lidded eyes burned into Slade. Searing him until his mouth dried.
The napkin fell to the floor.
Reality slapped Slade’s face cold, and fire crackled in his veins. Who did this asshole think he was, blatantly tossing garbage around while he stood watching?
Gavin kept gazing at him while he shifted one leg over the other. The sound of his heels clicking against the floor echoed off the walls.
Slade gritted his teeth. Was Gavin daring him to get mad, going to throw around his newfound power if Slade told the high and mighty chief to bend the hell over and pick that damned napkin off the floor?
Gavin’s dark eyed gaze continued to cut into Slade, as if sharing a secret. There wasn’t a hint of smug satisfaction. Only a potent, seductive invitation.
A man had needs. Slade swallowed. And he wasn’t about to get laid on the rez, no matter if the population clocked in at eight hundred members.
With one final lingering peek, Gavin disappeared inside his office.
Slade’s breathing hitched. The lightness in his chest twisted until his lungs clenched. He ought to leave the napkin on the floor and find out what Gavin had to say about that. Slade set the mop handle aside. If he ignored the trash, the band manager would call him out.
He trounced to the washroom door and leaned down, swiping up the napkin, but the plush material melting into his palm didn’t resemble a napkin. Then what the…? He turned the garment over. His throat clamped shut. Underwear. He was holding Gavin’s underwear.
An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes.
When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush, teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful memories with the people she loves most.
…and welcome to December! Our autographed print giveaway this month is Book Two in our Riders Up series. Heat Wave offers a second chance to the hot-shot Arlington Park horse trainer who came under suspicion in Cassie’s Hope. Since then, Ed Harrington has seen some hard times, tucked his tail between his legs, and headed home to rural Iowa.
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Contest details after our Sunday Snippet:
“Mom. Mom!” shouted the smallish tow-headed boy dashing up the porch steps.
“What is it, Johnny—you’d think the devil was chasing you.” She’d never understand why boys always rushed around so.
Skidding to a halt before her while the screen door banged loudly behind him, Johnny said, “Somebody’s coming, Mom.”
“Don’t know. The truck ain’t familiar,” he drawled.
“Isn’t,” both mother and sister corrected.
Johnny rolled his eyes. “There he comes now.”
Everyone on the porch looked toward the driveway as an old faded green pick-up lumbered toward the gravel patch where Maggie’s car and truck were parked.
She didn’t recognize the man getting out of the truck, who stood tall in western boots, clean Levis, and a white dress shirt with an ancient feed mill cap dipped low over his eyes. Unable to make out his features clearly, Maggie rose to welcome the stranger.
As he rapped on the screen door, he said dryly, “Afternoon, Mrs. Anderson. It took a while for me and Mabel to figure out your directions.”
With those few words, Ed Harrington doffed his cap. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. His gray eyes remained cool and guarded.
Hang onto the land – but at what cost? Feisty widow hires ace racehorse trainer to salvage her family’s heritage. Can they survive escalating threats to life and limb?
During an oppressive Iowa summer of drought and farm foreclosures, widowed Maggie Anderson makes a bold decision: She’ll merge her love of horses and her family’s three hundred and twenty acres into a horse farm and try her hand at nearby Prairie Meadows Race Track, where racing purses have just been augmented by the recently added casino gambling.
Down on his luck after being falsely accused in a racing scandal and banned from training, former Arlington Park trainer Ed Harrington has skulked home to Des Moines to drown his sorrows and wait for the dust to clear. He’s unprepared for the piercing robin’s-egg-blue eyes of pint-sized Maggie Anderson, who finds him at a flophouse and offers him a job. Can he pull himself together and meet the challenge?
As the two forge a tumultuous working partnership, they soon discover someone is out to get Maggie’s farm and will stop at almost nothing to force her off the land. Can they find and stop the culprit before someone is killed? Can they survive the far greater danger unleashed by the raw passion simmering just beneath the surface of their relationship?a Rafflecopter giveaway
Today we’re thrilled to feature fellow eXtasy author Tina Donahue, with a new release just in time for the holiday season. Love me a Santa romance!
Baby, It’s Hot Inside – an erotic holiday romance – romcom
Bad Boy plays Santa – yeah, it’s HOT, but oh-so romantic!
All she wants for Christmas is…him.
For Laurel, Christmas so sucks. She’s out of a job, money, and luck until her neighbor Scott plays Santa. This tall, dark, and sexy hunk delivers sweet decadence and holiday magic that makes being bad oh-so good.
God, god, god. Laurel indulged in Scott’s clean, wondrous flavor, his intense heat, and male need.
He groaned savagely.
The unrestrained sound and his impassioned embrace said more than words could. He wanted her as no other man had.
With one hand firmly on her ass, he pulled her into him.
Trapped in the best possible way, she surrendered to his desire and her own.
They kissed as lovers would after a lengthy separation, his stubble scraping her cheeks and chin. Few things could have better defined or intensified his masculinity.
She couldn’t touch him enough and stroked his firm pecs, broad back, silky hair, and the precious package between his legs.
A fierce sound spilled from him. He pushed her tongue aside to fill her mouth and fondled her boob.
Her nipple came alive within his lusty caress, the tip and halo painfully tight.
Getting close enough proved beyond necessary and seemingly impossible to achieve. They were practically welded together and it wasn’t enough. She clawed his top, wanting the damn thing off.
On a rough moan, he cupped her ass and lifted her into his arms, her weight inconsequential against his brute strength. Lost in intolerable need, she pressed her thighs to his narrow hips, her pussy snug to his cock.
He tottered backward and dropped onto the sofa, her straddling him.
Clothes flew. Her tank top and bra tangled with his Henley.
He cupped her naked breasts, his grin stretching from ear to ear.
Warmth swirled in her stomach and pussy, his pleased reaction doing wonders for her battered heart. Especially given his physical gifts: smooth olive skin, taut pecs, and beautifully defined abs. Even Photoshopped male models didn’t look this good. “Where’s your phone? I have to take your picture.”
“Later. Yours first though.” He tongued her nipple into his mouth.
Riotous pleasure shot through her. Never had she experienced such intense heat. Her head fell back.
He suckled hard, soft, and somewhere in between. His tongue flicked her tip relentlessly.
Nerve endings fired. She trembled.
He held her tightly, preventing escape.
As if she were crazy enough to be anywhere but up close and personal.
Finished with one boob, he sucked air and leaned toward the other.
“No, no, no.” She gripped his head. “Stop!”
Alarm flooded his handsome features, dread beneath it. “Why?”
“I want—I have—I can’t wait any longer. Sorry.” She scrambled off his lap, knelt between his legs, and tugged his fly.
“Whoa.” He gripped her wrists. “Let me help before you draw blood.”
“Believe me, I’m trying.” He yanked his button free and rammed down his zipper. Together, they shoved his jeans and stretchy boxer briefs to his thighs.
His cock sprang out, wavered, and landed on his belly, the thick shaft so hard it pointed north.
“Wow.” She cupped his lightly furred balls, their weight and warmth pure wonder. “You’re gorgeous.”
He sagged against the sofa but also pressed his family jewels into her palm. “Yeah?”
“I have to take a picture.”
“Not fucking now.” Breathing hard, he cupped her hand over his dick and balls. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“No sir. I’ll be good.” She took his rod into her mouth, tonsil deep.
I’m an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work. I’ve won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. I’m featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, I worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: I’m an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brake for Mexican restaurants, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. I’ve flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and am horribly shy despite the hot romances I write.
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