I lean forward and take a deep breath through my nose of the sweet smell of peaches, strawberry, and a hint of coconut. Her hair is intoxicating. Simone pauses whatever she was writing and looks sideways at me.
I still.
Shit, did she realize I was sniffing her?
Her brow rises, questioning if I was doing what she thought I was doing.
I shrug and sit up.
Does she still squirm when she’s tickled?
I reach forward and tickle her ribs. Simone falls back on the bed. Her voice screeches as she giggles, her body wiggling like a worm underneath me.
“Stop, Ryan… Oh, my gosh… Stop.” She slaps me on the back.
Hovering above her, I continue tickling her sides and stomach.
“I can’t… Ryan…” she says through laughter, thrashing around, water running out of her eyes.
This feels good; this feels familiar, like old times.
My bedroom door swings open, and Mom walks in uninvited. One of her events must have canceled, or maybe she is on her way out. She stands in the doorway looking like a Stepford wife clone dressed in a wide leg navy pant suit, her sun-kissed hair twisted up in her classic bun. Her face is tight from the copious amounts of fillers.
Scarlett Se Leva writes unexpected, steamy, suspenseful romance.
When Scar isn’t busy penning her next book, you can find her with her family watching movies, drinking wine, curled up in a corner with a book or running after her three daughters.
Sparks fly when Elairie, a mixed-blood elf living on the edge of society and serving as a night guard, meets her latest prisoner. Strange auras surround them, and a magical gravity draws her to him, despite what her associates might say about his race. But the connection they share comes with a dark side.
When Beluroan learns that he and his guard are Blessed Ones, hand-crafted by the Gods to stop a madman from recreating the Blood Magic of old, his veins run cold. Threatened with a return to the magical slavery such magic commands, fear grips him, and memories of his childhood Master fill his mind.
But together, their potential power frightens even the Gods. Can they overcome the prejudices marring their land and master their new magic in time to stop the man trying to enslave their country? Or will they succumb to their own power?
Filled with grit and magic, this literary romantic fantasy will take you on a ride.
I take another deep breath and turn to the lake. Water reaches up to Elairie’s waist. She looks back at me, glancing over her shoulder with a sweet smile playing on her lips, dancing in her eyes.
I sprint for the lake, kicking up a spray of water on entry. She squeals as it splatters over her, and I laugh, deep and hearty, a laugh I haven’t known for a long time.
A mischievous smile decorates her face, and she splashes back at me. For a few blissful moments, we forget everything and play at water wars. Just like all those couples I used to make fun of.
I didn’t get it.
I do now. She splashes me repeatedly, but one splash from me is bigger than five of hers.
I rush her, arms sliding around her waist, and tackle her. We go under for an instant, and when we come back up, her arms have wrapped themselves around me.
Peering through a wash of red hair, delighting in the sound of her laughter, I brush the loose strands of lilac from her eyes. She smooths my hair back, in turn.
Her eyes fall to my lips, and I tip my head, aching to accept any invitation she might extend. But she takes a deep breath, eyes darting toward the bank. Toward Geeran. Her gaze softens, but he isn’t looking. She looks back at me, and that mischievous glint returns to her eyes.
She really is worried about hurting him.
I nod, glad to just be near her.
She pulls back, managing only a pitiful attempt at a splash, and I completely drench her with one move. The sunlight slants through the air, casting warm yellow light over her, sparkling in every drop of water that clings to her skin.
My eyes wander over her. Two dark circles hide, just barely, beneath her soaked top, and I have to wonder if she really thought about this white shirt.
I pretend not to notice, but I’ve already lost the war. A massive wave of water surges forth and bowls me over. My knees buckle, and I topple backward.
Surfacing, brushing the hair from my face, I splutter, “What just happened?”
Elairie stares at me, openmouthed. She looks down at her hand, cups water in her palm, and lifts it. After only a moment’s concentration, the water in her hand swirls. Slowly, the miniature whirlwind rises, looking more like a tornado than a little pool of water.
A surge of wind comes out of nowhere, whipping the tiny vortex into the air and spinning it into individual drops that fly around us.
My jaw drops as the setting sun catches each droplet, sending out millions of rainbows. The air swirls and rushes at me, splashing the water droplets all over my face. Then, in an instant, it all dissipates.
I wipe my face and stare at Elairie.
Her eyes have yet to leave her open palm.
“That was amazing.” My words come out quiet, reverent. “How did you do that? How did you control it so fast?”
“I don’t know.” Finally, she looks up at me. “The wave was an accident, just like the vision…” She trails off with a shrug.
Clearing her throat, she says, “I felt the magic though. I felt the force in the wave, and I just thought, why not take hold of it? So, I did, I tried.” She smiles, incredulous. “And it worked.”
Can it really be that easy?
I know our willpower is all it comes down to anyway. That’s the basic gist of control for all our magic.
But it was so quick.
I look back up to the shore. Geeran sits by the fire, watching us, and I thank the Gods that we won’t have to explain this.
I look back at Elairie. “Can you try to do it again?”
She glances at her hands, then closes her eyes. Gradually, the air begins to spin around us, whipping the water into a frenzy. We stand in the eye of the storm, shielded from view of anyone beyond the vortex. Sunlight slants through water droplets, sending rainbows flashing about.
Elairie’s eyes spring open, lit up with joy, and she rises onto tiptoes to kiss me. Our lips meet softly, and her arms tangle around my neck. My arms slide easily around her waist, and I pull her close.
We fall deeper into the kiss, mouths dancing together. My hand slips down to her hip.
And all the swirling water falls around us.
We jump, startled by the noise of it.
Laughing, Elairie says, “I guess I wasn’t focusing enough.”
I’m a nerd with a lot of hobbies and enough sarcasm and swear words to make a sailor blush, though, you’ll never hear a word of it if I’m not comfortable around you. I’ve been an introvert since birth. When I’m writing, though, words come easily.
At the end of the day, I just want to write stories that make people feel something.
D.M. Davis’ Doctor Heartbreak is a second-chance, doctor-patient, heartbreaking romance of loss and unrealistic promises that threaten to keep Dani forever lonely and break the only organ Dr. Heartgrove doesn’t know how to fix.
I’m intimately familiar with the brain, but it’s the heart that’s giving me trouble.
I found her in a bar. Red hair and a rocking body teasing me with promises her eyes threaten to keep. She marked me without saying a word. Tattooed her name on my soul. One night was all we had. Come morning she was gone.
Eight months later, I find my redheaded temptress on my gurney, holding a little boy like he’s her lifeline. Turns out he’s her nephew, and the only promises she’s capable of keeping are those made to her dead sister.
We may have started out as a drunken romp, but I’ve no intention of letting that be all we are. I want more than one night. I want forever.
When Dani wakes up in the ER, the man of her fantasies staring down at her, can she find room for him among her family obligations, or will she run as fast as she can, living for others instead of herself?
Dani, my little runner, I’m coming for you. Hold tight, baby. It’s going to be a bumpy ride, one we’ll never forget, one we’ll tell our grandchildren about.
Make an appointment and be sure to arrive on time. The doctor will see you now…
As the newest doctor in the Eastport General Geriatric Physicians Group, Nathaniel “Nate” Longmire has more on his mind than just establishing himself with his new patients. The fact that he’s about to turn thirty and that he’s still single is more than a big deal to him.
So why can’t he find the perfect woman to satisfy his sudden urgency to start a family?
After all, he’s sexy, smart, and successful…
When Nate’s newest patient attempts to play matchmaker with his granddaughter, Nate knows he shouldn’t cross the line where his patients are concerned. But is it really that big of a deal? Especially since the two of them seem to hit it off. Or do they?
Murphy Anderson knows an attractive man when she sees one. But because she’s put up a wall from all the bad dates she’s been on over the last few years, she’s convinced they’re all the same. Or are they? Nate does seem different…
Afraid that he’s going to end up like all the rest, Murphy does her best to keep Nate at arms distance. When her grandfather takes a bad fall, she soon realizes there’s more to Nate than just a white coat and doctor title. He’s a genuine good person that’s all about attending to her needs and making her feel good too.
Doctor Feelgood has the cure for all that ails you…Be sure to pick up your prescription today!
Doctors of Eastport General is a brand-new Contemporary Romance series of stand-a-lone irresistible romances. Get ready for all the naughty nurses, dirty doctors, and patient shenanigans that take place in Eastport General.
Every hospital had at least one—a Dr. D—or the equivalent thereof. The thread which strung them into the same category was their absolute flawlessness. Gender varied from place to place, but at Eastport General the physician in question was a man:
Dr. Desmond Danielson had all the tools necessary for an evening of pure pleasure…
The suave demeanour.
The pearly white smile.
The full head of hair, nary a strand out of place. Not even a tornado could best his style.
He played sports.
He saved lives.
He won trophies and awards.
He was well-read, well-established, and in any clothes other than a medical coat with a stethoscope draped around his neck instead of a scarf, he would have appeared too young for the job. No one even truly knew his age. No one cared.
Everyone loved him. And, of course, he was hotter than the tropics on a blustery afternoon during the peak of summer.
There was only one problem: all that perfection only lasted for one night.
I celebrated my 21st birthday in style by losing my V-card to the hottest man I’ve ever met. But I didn’t realize how much trouble I would be in. How much my body would want him. With no room for romance in my life, I snuck out the next morning sure I’d never see him again.
But then my one-night stand shows up we’re I least expected him. He’s the new head of ER in my town where I’m a paramedic. And when Dr. Trouble sets his sights on me, he wants more than I can give. I can’t stretch myself that thin, not when I have younger siblings to care for and an addict brother to keep drug-free.
So what’s the good doctor do? He demands my submission. He demands my will and my body. But our hospital has a no-fraternization policy. What the hell am I going to do?
The doctor is ready to see you now. The paramedic is ready to treat you. Come hang out with the Doctors of Eastport General. Award-winning author E.M. Shue gives you a new erotic romance with the action you expect and love.
