Ali Holsinger

The Lost Collection, Volume 1

(Beaumonts’ Brand & Amanda’s Texas Rangers)

Erotic Romance, Historical, Western, Menage a Trois, MFM, HEA

Beaumonts’ Brand
Alone in the wilderness, Victoria Fowler hides as men stop at her camp. Ben and Wade Beaumont have been away for months driving cattle to their ranch in Montana. When they catch someone stealing food from their chuck wagon, they’re stunned to discover it’s a beautiful woman. This is no place for a woman alone. Both enthralled with her, they each think she’ll make a wonderful addition to their ranch. They offer to wed her.

Tory’s alarmed to discover they want to share her and even more alarmed that she’s even considering it. The two brothers are not what she’s used to and it isn’t easy to live in a harsh world she doesn’t understand–a world where a man will use whatever other men hold dear in his quest for revenge.

 

Amanda’s Texas Rangers
Amanda Keller’s only goal was to help her mother and sister escape her father’s abuse. She certainly didn’t need the two hard-nosed Texas Rangers meddling in her business.

Texas Rangers Zane Owens and Rand Sloane have their own mission. When they catch the raven-haired beauty about to shoot a man, they don’t believe a word of her lies but have no choice but to let her go. Once they find her again, however, all bets are off.

Amanda has no option but to lie to them and escape, only to find herself in more trouble than she bargained for. Soon, they not only rescue her, but outmaneuver her and make her an enticing offer of their own, one that would give her the escape she’s looking for.

But feelings have a way of sneaking in when she least expects it, turning her world upside down. In a town where their relationship isn’t accepted by all, living the way they are could be risky indeed, especially when men are willing to do whatever they have to in order to satisfy their greed.

Excerpt

Beaumonts’ Brand:
Ben came awake in an instant, his gun already in his hand. His hat hid most of his face as he saw the small figure work his way clumsily to the chuck wagon. Aware of Wade’s alertness beside him, he remained silent as he watched the figure look around nervously while stumbling forward.

Wearing pants rolled up several times and a shirt that hung down to his knees, the figure looked like a boy in his daddy’s clothes. Moving almost, but not quite silently, he continued to make his way closer and closer to the wagon, staggering like a drunk. The fire burned too low to see the boy’s face clearly. With the kid’s hat pulled so low, Ben wondered if he could even see. Once the boy got close enough to the wagon, he held on as though for support, and it took him three tries before he made it inside.

Ben waved back the hands that stood when he did, putting a finger to his lips as he and Wade moved forward. Tucking his gun away, he approached from one side while Wade approached from the other. Aware of his men moving in behind him, he waved them back, not wanting anyone to accidentally shoot the kid.

Wondering if this kid had anything to do with the four dead men, he shot a glance at his brother and nodded. Wade pointed his gun skyward and reached up with his free hand to grab the kid’s ankles, pulling him from the wagon.

The feminine squeal shocked the hell out of him as the small figure fell to the ground with a thud, drawing a knife that Wade quickly grabbed away.

Kneeling and holding on to her arm, Ben glanced over his shoulder. “Red, bring me a lantern.”

The small figure began thrashing. “Let me go. I didn’t do anything.”

He and Wade looked at each other in surprise. It was a female, one who sounded weak and breathless. He let go, not wanting to add to her obvious fear.

She staggered to her feet, backing away. Her hat fell off and a long, blonde braid now hung down her back. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll go away. I didn’t steal anything, I swear. I just wanted some food.”

Red came running with a lantern and held it up, allowing them to get a good look at her.

John Dodge laughed, the sound of it making Ben clench his jaw. “Well, looky what we got here.”

Ben heard several gasps from behind him as the men realized it was a woman, one with a dirty, sunburned face. “We won’t hurt you.

Were you with those men we found earlier?”

Amanda’s Texas Rangers
“Oof!” A hard body landed none too gently on top of her, knocking the air out of her lungs as strong hands wrenched the rifle from her grip and another equally strong hand covered her mouth against her instinctive cry.

“Quiet!” The cold venom in the low tone whispered furiously against her ear had to be the most frightening sound she’d ever heard.

Pressed into the ground by the heavy weight on top of her, she whimpered as the rock at her hip dug in even more painfully, bringing tears to her eyes. She struggled for air, barely able to breathe through the large hand covering her mouth and nose.

Another voice sounded next to her other ear, barely a whisper that she had to struggle to hear. “Be still and be quiet. We’re going to back away from the edge slowly. If you resist, Zane, here, will break your neck. Do you understand?”

Amanda nodded once, her vision blurring from lack of air. Oh, God. There were two of them, and they were going to kill her. Her eyes flew open when she felt the hard bulge press at her bottom.

Or worse.

She’d heard stories about men who kept women alive for days, using them over and over until they’ve had enough of them. Then they’d kill them. She’d rather be killed outright than to have to endure that.

Even in this heat, a shiver went down her spine as fear clawed at her, along with something else, something decadent and dangerous. The man holding her didn’t smell sour the way her father did. He smelled like soap, leather and sweat, and the hand covering her mouth was free of grime. Even the slight beard brushing her cheek was soft, and she barely resisted the urge to rub against it. The strength of the body covering hers was apparent, his movements controlled and sure. Hard-packed muscles pressed over every inch of her back and legs, holding her so firmly that she couldn’t move at all.

He bent close, tightening his hand threateningly over her mouth. “I’ll take my hand away a little so you can breathe. If you make one sound, you’re dead.”

Amanda nodded again, gulping in air as soon as his hand moved away, trying her best to be as quiet as possible so he didn’t cover her mouth again. She found herself lifted slightly and pulled back from the edge, the man handling her as easily as he would a rag doll. Not until he’d pulled her several feet back and out of Rafael’s sight did he loosen his hold, still gripping her arm as he led her down the back side of the rocky ledge to the bottom where she’d left Midnight. The second he let her go, she spun and started backing away, stopping in her tracks when she got her first good look at them.

Holy hell. “Who are you?”

The one who’d just released her put his hands on his hips, his gaze hot as it moved over her. He looked just as muscular as he felt pressed against her. “We’re Texas Rangers, ma’am. What were you doing back there?”

Flames of Desire: Courtney’s Loving Dominants

(More Desire, Oklahoma 10)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, MFM, HEA

Courtney Tyler knew her husbands loved her, but couldn’t shake the feeling that they would have been happier with someone more sophisticated.

But it was Rhonda, Law and Zach’s executive assistant, that threatened her marriage and security.

Rhonda’s possessiveness toward Law and Zach and her thinly veiled comments made Courtney bristle, but Law and Zach considered them Rhonda’s way of being helpful.

Surprised to learn of her pregnancy, Courtney was even more surprised to learn that Law and Zach had begun to make changes that would eliminate their need to go to Dallas and stay closer to home.

When Rhonda found out about the changes, she raged at Courtney, causing her to fall down a flight of stairs.

Terrified for Courtney and their baby, Law and Zach suddenly realized the truth and what could have happened to her and the baby because they hadn’t seen it earlier.

Family was everything and none of them would chance losing it again.

Excerpt

Courtney Tyler finished paying for her order, slipping her credit card back into her purse before turning to meet her chauffeur and bodyguard’s cool, watchful gaze. “I’m sorry, Thomas. That took a little longer than I thought it would.”

Thomas’s expression never changed. “My job is to drive you where you want to go and protect you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes.”

Slipping her purse over her shoulder, Courtney started for the door. “Tell me, Thomas. What do you do when I’m not in Dallas?”

“I work in the main office and see to the Tylers’ security.”

She looked up at him as they walked outside. “Which job do you like better?”

Scanning their surroundings, he opened the car door for her. “I find both fulfilling. Get in, please.”

Courtney mentally shrugged and got inside the too-expensive car her husbands had bought for the purpose of Thomas driving her around.

Realizing that she’d be late for lunch with her husbands, she pulled out her cell phone and called their office phone so she could speak to both of them.

Law answered on the second ring. “Hello, darling. I put you on speaker so you can talk to Zach, too. I understand that you just finished your shopping. Did you find everything you need?”

Smiling at the fact that when he used that silky tone, a shiver went through her, Courtney leaned back. “And then some. I was calling to tell you I was going to be late, but it sounds like the tattletale you send everywhere with me already told you.”

Zach chuckled. “That’s his job, baby. He’s supposed to protect you.”

“But does he have to tell you everywhere I go?”

“Is there a reason we can’t know where you go?”

Courtney shivered at Law’s cool tone. “Of course not. It’s just a little like having a babysitter.”

And she couldn’t help but wonder if there was a reason they needed to know where she was at all times.

“I feel more comfortable knowing where you are, especially here in Dallas. It’s a big city, and you don’t know your way around.” Law’s voice lowered. “In case you haven’t noticed, our pictures have been in the paper quite a bit lately. We’ve garnered a lot of attention, and I want anyone who has thoughts of hurting or taking you to see that you’re protected at all times. This isn’t negotiable, Courtney.”

Staring down at her engagement ring and wedding band, Courtney turned them on her finger with her thumb. “I know. I’ll be at your office soon.”

She disconnected, dropped the phone back into her purse, and looked out the side window at all the traffic, relieved that she didn’t have to deal with it.

Law was right. She didn’t know the city well enough to be comfortable driving in it.

Although she doubted that anyone would kidnap her for ransom, she also understood their need to protect her.

They’d been raised in a town where people prioritized protecting women and prided themselves on making their women happy.

In Desire, she felt more confident about their relationship.

She fit in well there and had made a lot of friends.

In the town of Desire, she felt as if she belonged.

She felt close to them and, surrounded by others who lived the same way, could relax and enjoy life.

In Dallas, however, she felt awkward and unsophisticated.

And Rhonda Wells, their private secretary, only made her insecurities worse.

Tall, slender, always dressed impeccably, Rhonda always had her hair perfectly coiffed in a complicated updo.

She always had an air of confidence that surrounded her like the cloud of her designer perfume.

Courtney always felt unsophisticated and plain next to the other woman and had to admit, if just to herself, that she was more than a little jealous at the way Law and Zach depended on the other woman.

And the way Rhonda looked at them.

Irritated at herself for being jealous when her husbands continuously showed her how much they loved her, and feeling like a fool, she promised herself that she wouldn’t let the other woman get to her.

After all, what could she do?

Once in the private parking garage, Courtney got out of the back seat without waiting for Thomas to open the door for her and headed for the elevator.

Thomas stepped in beside her and entered the code that would take them to Law and Zach’s office.

When the elevator door opened, it was to the elegantly appointed outer reception area where Rhonda sat.

Rhonda’s high heels clicked on the marble floor as she rounded the desk, her forced smile grating on Courtney’s nerves. “Hello, Mrs. Tyler.”

Rhonda’s smile stiffened as her gaze slid to Thomas. “Thomas. You’re late. The Tylers have a full afternoon and dislike being kept waiting.”

Courtney blinked. “I don’t know why you would blame Thomas. It’s my fault we’re late.”

Rhonda turned her attention back to Courtney. “Your lunch will have to be cut short in order to accommodate their busy schedule. I hope you understand.”

Not liking the way Rhonda spoke for her husbands, Courtney smiled coldly, wishing she’d dressed in something nicer than the jeans and sneakers she wore. “Oh, I understand completely. I wonder how much my husbands will appreciate that you speak for them.”

“That’s my job. Besides, I’m just reminding you that your husbands are very busy men.”

Irritated that their secretary always made her feel like a country bumpkin, and not missing the emphasis the other woman put on the word husbands, Courtney headed for their office door. “Yes, they are, so I should get in there.”

Night Obsession

(Night 6)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal, MFM, HEA

Alastair and Ian Wyndham had become used to their wife, Serena, having visions of the future, but the latest one left them reeling.

Someone had plans to kidnap her.

Her visions had given them a warning, one that they planned to take full advantage of.

But even with their combined abilities, they wouldn’t take a chance with Serena, so instead of going to the fundraiser, they’d decided to stay at home.

Serena knew her husband worried, but every time she’d tried to alter one of her visions, something had always gone wrong, and she was very much afraid that if they stayed home, something worse could happen.

With extra security measures in place, they went to the fundraiser, only to have a diversion separate them from her.

And into the hands of the man who planned to take her from them.

Excerpt

It took several clumsy attempts, but Serena finally managed to pull the combs from her hair and clasp one on each hand.

Pausing to take several deep breaths, she fought the nausea and dizziness and made her way the five or six feet to the door of the storage unit.

It took even more effort to pull herself up to her knees to reach the lock.

Once she did, she held one comb between her teeth while sliding the metal piece from behind the decorative bar.

Frustrated that her hands wouldn’t cooperate, she mentally cursed, glancing at the stairs where she expected to see Alastair appear any second.

Once she got the metal piece free, she blew out a breath and carefully removed the other comb from her mouth and slid in the other, careful to keep the metal piece pointed outward.

Because she had to keep grabbing on to the wooden slats of the door for support, it took several attempts to get the other metal piece free.

Knowing that Alastair and Ian would be rescuing her gave her the strength that she needed.

She could do this.

Gripping the lock tightly, she slid the piece she held into the bottom and carefully took the other comb from her mouth.

“Easy, baby. Don’t rush it.”

Relieved to hear Ian’s voice in her head, she smiled and let it wash over her, much as she had their touch that morning.

“I know what I’m doing, Ian. You taught me, remember?”

“You’re dizzy and in pain. Alastair is going to find you in a matter of minutes. You can stop and just sit down until he gets there.”

She focused on the tumblers, which she knew would be easy on such a cheap lock. “I can do this.”

“Why are you in pain? What happened?”

Serena found the lock harder to unlock than she anticipated, her fuzzy mind and sluggish movements making her task much more difficult than it should have been. “Dizzy. Stumbled. Abe dropped me down the stairs.”

“Fucking asshole. Alastair and I both felt it and couldn’t figure out what the hell happened. Your right ankle must be killing you.”

“Yeah, but probably not as bad as it would be without this drug in my system.”

“Not funny.”

Serena took another deep breath and wiggled the comb, filled with satisfaction when the lock clicked open. “I did it.”

“Of course you did. Alastair found the door. Love you, baby.”

Hearing the basement door open, Serena dropped to her butt with a smile, her heart near to bursting at the sight of Alastair’s beloved face, hard with anger and worry as he rushed down the steps.

He reached the door, took the lock off and flung it away before yanking the door open and bending to pick her up.

He straightened, moving carefully and pulled her against him, enfolding her in his arms. “Jesus, baby. I turned around and you were gone. You’re hurt. We’re going to the hospital. Ian’s making sure that Steve will be waiting.”

Turning, he started up the steps. “What the hell happened?”

Serena dropped her head against his shoulder, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t drop her. “Stephanie Banks was knocked down, and she was trying to protect her belly in the crowd. I didn’t even think. I went to her and helped her up. I looked up and you were gone.”

Alastair carried her up the stairs with ease and went through the doorway to the carpeted hallway. “I was frantically searching for my beloved wife.”

She took several more deep breaths, , unsurprised to see Jonathan, still in his waiter’s uniform, approach.

“Are you all right?”

Leaning into Alastair, Serena nodded and touched her neck. “I’m fine. Just dizzy. Nauseated. He dropped me down the steps.”

Jonathan’s expression hardened even more. “We have the paramedics here. They’re going to check you out and take you to the hospital.”

Alastair carried her toward the back exit. “I have our own doctor waiting.”

Jonathan nodded. “He’s on the phone with the paramedic now.”

Serena held out a hand. “Is Stephanie all right?”

Nodding again, Jonathan motioned to one of his agents. “She’s fine, but we sent her to the hospital to get checked out. Her husband was frantic that she fell.”

Alastair bent to kiss Serena’s hair. “I can understand that,”

Relieved, Serena dropped her head back against Alastair’s shoulder again, finding it harder and harder to focus. “Please tell me that you caught them.”

Jonathan gestured toward a spot behind her, and with a gentleness that no longer surprised her, Alastair slowly turned her.

The female agent had cuffed Abe and his sister and, as Serena watched, handed them over to two more agents and approached just a step behind Jonathan. “Are you all right, Mrs. Wyndham?”

“I’m fine. He dropped me. Fucking weakling.”

The female agent snorted and shared a look with Alastair.. “I’m sure you must think so. I have to get these two processed.”

Alastair lifted Serena’s chin and eyed her neck critically. “Come on, darling. Let’s get you to the hospital. Steve will be waiting for us when we get there.”

“Alastair?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I think I’m going to –”

When her words trailed off, Alastair cursed and hurried his steps.

And then everything went black.

Forged in Desire

(Desire, Oklahoma: The Founding Fathers 6)

Erotic Romance, Historical, Cowboys, MF, HEA

Leonora Tillman worked in her father’s store in Tulsa, Oklahoma, always hoping that Emmett Pike from the Circle T would come to town.

Emmett Pike looked forward to going to Tulsa and seeing Leonora, not suspecting that this trip would change both of their lives forever.

Returning to the Circle T with an injured bride, Emmett soon discovered that Leonora was even more desirable than he’d expected.

Her passionate nature soon enthralled him and he found an outlet for his playfulness with his willing wife.

They became closer by the day, and when an unexpected chance to go to Tulsa again arrived, they went together so that Leonora could check on her father.

But when the owners of the Circle T made Tillman an offer, no one suspected the turn of events that would follow that would bring them even closer.

Excerpt

Emmett watched the doctor cut away the shoulder of her dress, bracing himself for what came next.

As he’d expected, the doctor turned to meet his gaze. “I need you to hold her. If she doesn’t move, I can do this quickly. If she moves, it could cause even more damage.”

Emmett inclined his head and met Leonora’s gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Just do it. Don’t let me move.”

“I won’t.” Emmett held her firmly, clenching her jaw through her cries and struggles as the doctor removed the bullet. “Come on, Doc. Get it out.”

The doctor lifted the forceps from her wound, the bullet clasped in them. “It’s out.”

Emmett grabbed the cloth again and wiped the tears and sweat from Leonora’s face and neck. “You’re so brave. Just a little more for Doc to stitch it up.”

“Can I hold on to you?”

Emmett smiled. “Dynamite couldn’t tear me away.”

Leonora nodded, her smile tense. “Thank you. How’s Pa?”

“Pa!”

Leonora grimaced when her brothers, Stan and Henry, burst into the doctor’s office. “Lord have mercy. Doc, please hurry.”

“Pa! What happened?” Stan rushed to his father’s side, paling when his father didn’t answer.

Eb stopped Henry from shaking him. “He’s resting. It’s his heart. He needs rest and quiet.”

Henry rushed over to stand at the foot of the cot, glaring down at Leonora. “We heard he was shot. What the hell are you doin’, lyin’ down instead of sittin’ with Pa?”

Emmett didn’t often lose his temper, but he came perilously close. “Do you see the doctor workin’ on her? The blood?”

Leonora gripped his hand tighter and winced when the doctor pierced her skin with the needle. “Shootout. I got shot.”

Eb seemed to recognize Emmett’s mood and moved to stand between him and Henry. “There was a shootout in the street. A stray bullet shattered the store window and hit your sister.”

Emmett held Leonora’s gaze. “Almost done. Right, Doc?”

Doc smiled, not appearing at all intimidated by his tone. “One more stitch. Henry, Stan, if you can’t be quiet, get out.”

“What the hell were you doin’ in the store? I told you to sew my shirt!” Stan’s anger toward Leonora frayed the edges of the control Emmett fought for. “I’ll bet you didn’t fix supper either! Doc, finish fixin’ her up so we can take her home to make supper.”

“Stop talkin’ to your sister that way.”

Eb rushed back to Tillman’s bed. “Easy, Tillman. Don’t get worked up.”

“If I die—”

“You’re not gonna die. Just lie back and relax.” Eb’s low tone contrasted sharply with the anger glittering in his eyes.

“If I die, they’re gonna make her their slave.”

Emmett turned back to Leonora, breathing a sigh of relief when the doctor tied off the last stitch. “Can she have a little more laudanum?”

Leonora shook her head, wincing. “No. Pa needs it. I have to go back to the shop and board up the window.”

Emmett turned to glare at Stan and Henry. “No. You’re not. I think Stan and Henry can handle that.”

Eb bent low and spoke to Tillman. “We took our order, and I went to the bank and gave them the money. They’re puttin’ it in your account.”

“Thank you.”

Henry turned. “You coulda given it to me.”

Tillman took a deep breath and winced. “You woulda spent it at the saloon. Lee, you need to get married. If I die, your brothers ain’t gonna ever let you get married.”

Leonora released Emmett and used her good arm to try to sit up, but Emmett caught her, flattening a hand on her back to hold her up.

“Easy.”

Leonora had paled even more. “Pa, I’m not marrying Charlie Mason.”

The doctor bandaged her shoulder and glanced at Emmett. “Hold her arm here so I can put the sling on.”

Keeping a hand at her back to support her, Emmett held her arm in place, furious at her brothers. “Calm down, darlin’.”

Stan leapt forward, clearly enraged, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Eb’s and Emmett’s faces. “She’s our sister. You can leave now. We’ll take care of her. Come on, Lee. Let’s go home. We’re hungry.”

Emmett waited until the doctor had finished securing the sling before rising to his feet, enraged. “She’s not going home with you.”

Stan placed his hands on his hips, probably in the hopes of making himself look bigger, when both of Lenora’s brothers were the same height as her and barely came up to his shoulder and were so thin that a strong gust of wind could blow them over. “This is none of your business. Henry and I will take care of everything until Pa’s better.”

Eb shifted slightly, placing himself between Emmett and Leonora’s brothers. “Emmett, we—”

Emmett strode past Eb. “She’s not going home and cooking dinner for you.”

“She’s our sister, and as long as Pa is under the weather, we’re in charge of her.”

Emmett’s hands tightened into fists at his sides. “In charge? Not that you’re responsible for taking care of her, but that you’re in charge of her? She’s a woman, and she’s been shot!”

Henry shrugged. “It’s not like she’s a dainty little thing. She’s as tall as we are and strong as a horse.”

Eb chuckled. “She’s as small and dainty as you both are.” He lowered his voice. “So what are we doin’ here, Emmett?”

Emmett scraped a hand over his jaw, watching Leonora leaning back against a pillow and apparently sleeping. “I can’t leave her here with them. Tillman’s gonna be out of commission for weeks. If he survives.”

“So what do you want to do?”

Emmett looked back at Leonora again. “I’m gonna marry her and take her back to the ranch.”

The Desire, Oklahoma Collection, Volume 3

(Desire Oklahoma 5 and 8)

Erotic Romance, Cowboy, Contemporary, Consensual BDSM, Figging, Spanking, Sensation Play, Sex Toys, MF, HEA

A compilation of books five and eight in the Desire, Oklahoma collection:

  • Dark Desire
  • Reluctant Desire

Excerpt

Dark Desire

Hope Sanderson’s frustration continues to grow as Ace Tyler, sheriff of Desire, OK, keeps ignoring her efforts to get his attention. She’s tried everything she can think of, but he still keeps his distance.

Ace knows what Hope’s up to and has to convince her that he’s the wrong man for her before she ends up breaking his heart. He’s too dark, too possessive for someone as bubbly as she is, but she just won’t take no for an answer. In a moment of weakness he can’t afford, he gives in, only to find that one taste of her just isn’t enough.

Hope’s elated that her plan finally seems to be working, but she can’t convince him that she needs all of him, including those dark needs he tries so hard to keep hidden.

Can she convince him that not only is she more than ready to handle those needs, but she has some dark desires of her own, ones that only he can fulfill?

Reluctant Desire

Charity Sanderson had been Beau Parrish’s lover for months, but she knew it was only a matter of time before their affair ended. She needed a man she could count on to be there, and Beau never took anything seriously. But, she loved him too much to walk away. Beau loved Charity more than his own life, but knew she didn’t believe that. Every time he spoke about a future together, she got skittish, and so he’d had to back off for fear of losing her completely. The vulnerability in her eyes tugged at him, the love shining in them that she didn’t think he could see. He couldn’t go on living a lie. After giving her an ultimatum he walked out, hoping she would love him too much to let it end between them.

Her accident changes everything. It forces her to see that the man she never thought he could be has been there the entire time.

Panther’s Partner

(Black Panthers 5)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-Shifters, Romantic Suspense, MF, HEA

Alana Zimmer found all men lacking, until a chance meeting with Dane Spencer.

She knew he was different than any other man she’d ever met, but she didn’t count on just how different.

Dane knew his mate before he even saw her, but her stubbornness and ability to stay just out of his reach frustrated him, and it wasn’t until she was in danger that he finally had his mate within his grasp.

Only to have her disappear again.

When she appeared at the farm, Dane knew he would do whatever it took to keep her there.

Learning the truth about Dane stunned her, as did a hunger for him that wouldn’t be denied.

Just as the pieces of their lives began to fall into place, she learned something that could change everything.

But in Dane, she’d found a man who taught her the meaning of trust, and in love.

Excerpt

Brock smiled. “After getting her belly full, she was so worn out from being sick that she fell asleep in the bathtub. Thomas is staying with her. I wanted to come down and talk to you. Needed a run?”

“Yes.” Dane continued up the steps and into his house, knowing that Brock would follow, and made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

After guzzling the bottle, he tossed it into the recycling bin and reached for another, offering it to Brock. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Brock accepted the bottle and cracked it open while Dane reached into the refrigerator for another, still without turning on any lights. “Callie’s afraid that she upset you by telling you about Alana going on another job.”

Dane snorted and opened his own bottle. “Her entire career upsets me. I can’t have her putting herself in danger that way. Why doesn’t she tell Callie where she’s going?”

Brock shrugged. “Sometimes Alana doesn’t know where she’s going to end up when she’s tracking someone down, but mostly because Callie worried when she knew Alana was going somewhere dangerous, which she usually is.”

After sipping from his bottle, Dane turned. “And she’s dealing with dangerous people.”

Brock took a sip of his water and leaned on the island. “And that worries Callie, as well as Thomas and me. Have you tried to call her?”

“Yes. When I told her that I don’t want her doing any more bounty hunting, she suggested that I bite her, which I plan to do at the first opportunity, and then the brat hung up on me.”

Brock threw his head back and laughed, cutting his laughter off with a cough. “I’m sorry, but I can imagine her doing just that. She’s a little spitfire. You’re going to have your hands full with that one.”

Dane clenched his jaw. “No woman has ever hung up on me, and none have ever told me to bite them. They’re usually docile and very accommodating.”

Brock grinned. “That’s because the animal inside us makes us good in bed. Our senses are sharper, and until we meet our mate, our stamina in bed is better. Mates tend to rip at our control.”

Dane frowned. “What? I’ve never heard anything like that before. I enter the information into the files, and I’ve never seen anything about that.”

Brock shrugged. “It came about during a couple of beers and a conversation between those of us who have mates. We realized that we had a hell of a lot more stamina with the women we’d been with in the past. Once we found our mates, the hunger is so intense that holding back is impossible. It’s raw and a little out of control.”

“I’m never out of control.”

“You will be. A mate affects us a hell of a lot differently than other women. You’ve already experienced that for yourself.”

Remembering the way he’d felt when he met Alana, Dane inclined his head. “Yes, but I’m prepared for it now. I can’t protect her if I allow myself to get distracted.”

Dane thought about how attuned he’d been to Alana during those few brief minutes. “She’s mine. My mate. She can’t continue bounty hunting.”

Brock finished his water and crumpled the bottle before tossing it into the bin for recycling. “I don’t blame you. It’s a fucking dangerous job. Callie’s hoping that you can keep Alana safe.”

Dane allowed a small smile, his worry for Alana distracting. “Tell her I will. Your mate’s pregnant and doesn’t need to be worrying about anything.”

“I will.” Brock sighed. “I’m going to get back to Callie. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I need a key to Callie’s house.”

“You’ve got it.”

Dane sipped his water and watched Brock go before turning his attention to his phone.

He’d never settle until he was with her again, but at least he had to make sure that she was all right.

He speed-dialed her number, cursing when the call went straight to voice mail.

Fighting the urge to throw his phone against the wall, he calmly disconnected and dialed again, only to get the same result.

He disconnected again and wrapped his hand around the phone, fighting the urge to crush it.

Fighting not to shift.

Drenched in sweat from his run, he carried the phone with him toward the bathroom, glancing at his bed on the way. He imagined Alana lying naked in it, her blonde hair mussed from his hands and splayed over his pillow.

His palms itched to feel her soft skin, to explore every inch of her body until he knew it as intimately as he knew his own.

Turning away from the bed with another curse, he went into the bathroom and set his phone on the counter, not wanting to miss the call if she called him back.

After showering, he swiped the towel over himself and set it on the counter before picking up his phone and calling her again.

His gut twisted more with each ring, the mental image of her lying somewhere in a pool of blood making him physically ill.

“What?”

Stunned, not only that she’d answered but her angry tone, Dane frowned. “Alana?”

“What? Who is this?”

“Bitch! You broke my fucking nose!”

Dane blinked at the angry male voice. “Who the hell is that?”

“Shut the hell up and don’t get blood all over my car!”

Dane clenched his jaw but fought to keep his tone calm. “Alana, it’s Dane. Are you all right?”

“Of course I’m all right! I’m a little busy right now, Dane, and not in the mood for your bossiness. Don’t call me again.”
Dane stared at the phone in disbelief.

She’d hung up on him again!

Desire Unleashed: A Bond Strengthened

(More Desire, Oklahoma 9)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, MFM, HEA

Nat Langley had been in love with both of her husbands, Jake Langley and Hoyt Campbell for most of her adult life.

But life had separated Hoyt from their lives.

When Hoyt retired from the Navy and became part of her relationship with Jake, she’d been ecstatic.

But years of being apart and the jealousy and tension between Jake and Hoyt threatened everything.

Too worried about ruffling feathers, Hoyt remained in the background, always watchful, and with the full knowledge that Jake and Nat had built a life together that didn’t include him.

In the back of Jake’s mind was the constant reminder that Hoyt and Nat had been together first.

But when Jake got shot, Hoyt stepped into his new position with both relief and satisfaction.

When Nat had to be rushed to the hospital, worry for Nat bound them like never before, forging an unbreakable bond that gave all three of them the peace they desperately needed.

Excerpt

She took a steadying breath, looking from one to the other, dread chilling her.

Stiffening even more, she didn’t lean into Hoyt and met Jake’s gaze. “Which one of you is leaving me?”

Jake set his silverware aside and reached for his wineglass, his eyes narrowed. “Would you please tell me what I’ve ever said or done to make you think I’d ever let you go?”

He took a sip of his wine and leaned toward her, his dark eyes glittering with intent. “You’re mine, Natalie. I thought I’d made that perfectly clear a long time ago.”

Hoyt gripped her chin, turning her to face him. “And I spent far too long missing you and realizing that you’re the only woman I’ll ever love. Now that I’m in your life again, I’m never leaving. I missed far too much already.”

He glanced at Jake. “It seems you were right. She is upset.”

Jumping from Hoyt’s lap, Nat picked up her wineglass and gulped the contents down. “Then what’s going on?”

She grabbed the bottle and refilled her glass almost to the rim. “The tension in this house could be cut with a knife. I know I’ve been working more to get these new scents done, but—”

Jake waved his hand dismissively, took the bottle from her, and refilled his own glass. “This has nothing to do with that. I know how much you enjoy being there with Jesse and how being a partner in the business fulfills you. I would never hold that against you. You spent a lot of time home alone with Joe when I opened the jewelry store and got it running.”

He sat back again, raising a brow. “Did you think I’d forgotten that?”

Nat gulped more wine. “Then what’s going on?”

With a gasp, she set her glass down. “Is someone sick?”

Hoyt shook his head with a smile. “No, baby. While you’ve been spending so much time at the store, Jake and I have had time to talk.”

Nat picked up her glass again and took another sip. “While I’m not around? This can’t be good.”

She took another sip. “Okay. What have you two been talking about?”

Hoyt got up and went to the refrigerator for another beer. “Although Jake and I make love to you together and separately, I haven’t taken part in your activities in the playroom.”

He opened his beer and tossed the cap into the garbage can. “That was Jake’s thing with you, and I didn’t want to interfere in that. Jake hasn’t wanted to dominate you in front of me because he thought it would make me uncomfortable and he thought it would embarrass you.”

Jake held out his hand, raising a brow when she hesitated. “But you don’t embarrass easily, do you, love? After all, both of us know every inch of you.”

Hoyt sipped his beer, his gaze steady on hers. “I didn’t want to rock the boat. I already appreciated how hard it was for Jake to agree to share you with me. It had to be one of the hardest things he’d ever done.”

Nat met Jake’s gaze with a nod, his love for her glittering in his dark eyes. “I know. I fought it because I was terrified it would change things.”

With a rueful smile, she dropped into her seat again, staring into her wine. “It seems that most of my fears revolve around the two of you. It’s too important to mess up. I don’t know what I’d do if—”

Jake rose with a speed that she’d grown to know and respect over the years, gripping her wineglass and setting it aside before pulling her to her feet. “Nothing’s messed up, and I don’t want you thinking like that. Hoyt and I think we just need a little adjustment.”

He sat again, settling her on his lap. “And we wanted to run it by you tonight.”

Intrigued and a little nervous, Nat reached for her wine. “What kind of adjustment?”

He kissed her lightly and patted her hip. “Finish your dinner and we’ll talk.” He raised a brow when she hesitated. “Or do you need me to feed you?”

“Allow me.” Hoyt straightened from where he leaned against the refrigerator and reached for her plate.

Nat jumped from Jake’s lap and grabbed her plate, both unnerved and excited about the turn of events. “I can feed myself. I just want to know what the hell all of this means.”

She plopped into her chair, set her plate on the table, and reached for her wine glass. “What’s going to change?”

Hoyt took his own seat again and cut into his steak. “I don’t have Jake’s experience with dominating, but I want to be a part of it.”

Without eating the bite of steak he’d cut, Hoyt set his silverware onto his plate again. “You and I have shared a lot of loving, as well as a lot of passion. But I’m missing a part of you. If you agree, I’d like to be a part of that aspect of your passion. I want to see it. I want to be involved, with Jake always there, of course.”

Nat played with the stem of her wine glass, trying to imagine how the playroom would be with Hoyt watching. “I can understand that.”

She lifted her gaze to Jake’s. “Why would you want that?”

Jake shrugged and reached for a biscuit. “Because I wanted you to be happy. I want to end this tension. I’ve always valued my friendship with Hoyt, and having him back in our lives has made that friendship even better. I want him to see you in that setting and understand why this is so important to both of us.”

Possession Adored

(Rapture Island 6)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Romantic Suspense, MF, HEA

Grace Richards fantasized about submitting to a man, but the reality proved far different.

When she finally worked up the courage to take a chance to see if submitting was a need or just a fantasy, she left hurt and scared.

Grace’s cousin was a submissive with a loving husband, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards for Grace.

Her cousin didn’t want Grace to settle for less than she needed, and arranged to have her meet a Dominant she could trust.

Adam Corbin didn’t need blind dates, but found himself intrigued by his friend’s request to meet a woman who’d been hurt by another so-called Dominant, and to help her discover her needs.

When he met her, the chemistry between them astounded him.

Not only did he want to explore her needs, but he wanted to show her that he was the man she needed to fulfill them.

Excerpt

With an arm around her waist, Adam led her to the front door and out to the sidewalk, making a right turn.

Slowly strolling down the street, he kept his arm around her.

He looked like money, but the few shady-looking young men who passed them gave him a wide berth.

One appeared to be gathering the courage to approach him, but a glance from Adam seemed to change his mind.

For the first time in her life, she felt safe with a man other than Gabriel.

She wondered what it said about her that she felt safe with a stranger who exuded danger.

Because I’m a shitty judge of character.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Adam spoke. “Taking a chance doesn’t mean going into something recklessly. It doesn’t mean letting your guard down. Trust has to be earned.”

Grace smiled humorlessly, pausing beneath the street light. “I’ve learned that. Are you going to admit that we got set up on a blind date because Kelsey told Gabriel what happened to me?”

Adam sighed. “Kelsey is very worried about you and wants to see you happy. Gabriel is terrified that you’re going to go to that club again and meet someone who’s really going to hurt you.”

“Why did you come tonight? Do you often get set up on blind dates?”

Adam smiled at that. “No. This is my first. I came tonight because Gabriel is a friend and he asked me to meet you. I have to admit that I was intrigued. I saw your picture and knew that I wanted to meet you. When he told me a little about what you’d been through, I suddenly find myself a little protective of you.”

Shaking her head, Grace started back toward the restaurant, Adam falling into step beside her. “There’s no need. I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t even know if that’s what I want.”

Adam closed his hand gently around her forearm and pulled her to a stop beside him. “Would you like to find out?”

Grace’s heart went to her throat. “What do you mean?”

“I’m asking you if you’d like to become my submissive.”

Swallowing heavily, Grace pulled free of his grip, a chill racing up and down her spine. “No. I’m not ever doing that again.”

She headed back toward the restaurant again. “We’d better go back before they miss us.”

Adam sighed. “All Dominants aren’t the same. They don’t want the same thing any more than submissives do. You’ve seen that yourself with Gabriel and Kelsey.”

Grace paused and turned to him. “What are you saying?”

Adam took her hands in his. “Can you imagine Gabriel using a cane on Kelsey?”

Grace winced. “You know about that?”

Adam inclined his head. “Gabriel is furious about it and scared for you. Kelsey has been so upset that she confided in Gabriel because she’s terrified that the same thing will happen again. Please don’t be upset with your cousin. She loves you very much and went to the person she trusts the most, her husband, for help. He, in turn, came to someone he knew he could trust with you.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Grace looked into his eyes, wondering what it would be like to belong to such a man. “So, what exactly are you proposing?”

Adam smiled faintly. “You know that Gabriel trusts me. You’re not going to be satisfied until you learn if submitting is something you really want to do. You don’t have to worry about your safety. I promise to take good care of you. We’ll discuss what you think you need—”

“What I think I need?”

“Yes. You’ve obviously fantasized, but have you experienced what you’ve fantasized about?”

Glad that they no longer stood under a streetlight and that the darkness would conceal her blush, Grace shook her head. “No. I don’t think it’s realistic.”

“What if it is? Isn’t it worth having a conversation?”

This can’t be real.

“What would you expect of me? What should I expect from you? Why would you do this? What if I don’t like it?”

Adam smiled. “Like I said, we need to have a discussion about it. It’s not something that can be decided on the sidewalk. Tomorrow’s Saturday. You don’t work tomorrow, right?”

“Right.”

“I’ll be there to pick you up at six. I’ll bring you back to my house where we can have a drink and talk before dinner. Have all of your questions ready and we’ll discuss whatever you’d like.”

Grace felt her face burn even hotter. “I don’t know if I can tell you in person. Can’t we talk on the phone?”

“No.” Adam lifted her chin. “This conversation is too personal and too important to have over the phone. If you want it badly enough, you have to have the courage to reach out and grab it. I can help you understand what you need, but you have to want it badly enough to take a chance, this time with someone you can trust.”

Grace drew a steady breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. I’ll meet you tomorrow, but I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“Understood.” Slipping an arm around her waist, he led her back toward the restaurant. “Our dinner should be ready soon, and afterward, I want to dance with you. Just relax and enjoy the evening.”

Grace stopped abruptly and turned to him. “Do you like hurting your submissives?”

Adam cupped her cheeks, his eyes glittering, the tenderness visible even in the low light. “Why would I want to hurt my most precious possession?”

Releasing her face, he took her hand in his again and continued on toward the restaurant. “Will you wear a dress for me tomorrow night? You have the most incredible legs.”

The Night Collection, Volume 1

Collection contains:

Strength of Desire

(Desire, Oklahoma 16)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois, Romantic Suspense, MFM, HEA

Ava Vance moved to Desire, Oklahoma to start working at the new diner. She loved the sense of community and hoped to become a part of it. She’d forgotten what it felt like to belong. Love wasn’t in her future, but she’d made her peace with it.

But she couldn’t deny her attraction to John Dalton and Michael Keegan, the owners of the bar in town. Their need to share was one thing, but expecting her to submit was another.

She couldn’t lose control. Before she could begin an affair with them, the nightmares began, plaguing her sleep and soon she thought she was losing her mind.

Worried about the change in Ava, John and Michael took charge, furious when they learned that someone was stalking her. And when they learned why, and just how much danger it meant for her, they stayed close.

Close enough to know they wanted her forever.

Excerpt

Michael folded one of the paper bags and set it on the counter before reaching for the other. “Would you like to come to the bar tonight and have a drink? Maybe some ribs?”

“No. Thank you. Tonight I plan to take a long shower and curl up with a book. I’m dead on my feet.”

John inclined his head. “Fair enough. How about tomorrow night? There’s a nice Italian restaurant in Tulsa that everyone loves.”

Tempted, Ava finished the last of the lettuce and turned to lean back against the sink. “Don’t you have to work?”
John shrugged. “Just to close. We hired more people so we can take time off when we want to.”

“Like when you go to the men’s club and bid on women?”

Michael met John’s glare with a grin. “That’s in the past.”

John shook his head, his frown deepening. “What the hell do you know about the men’s club?”

Ava went to the refrigerator and retrieved a filtered pitcher of water. “You do know that the women in this town talk, don’t you?”

John gave a disgruntled sigh. “Gossip, you mean. Look, we have no intention of attacking you. Just dinner.”

Michael leaned close, sliding a hand down her back. “I might even try to sneak a kiss. Nothing more.”

After reaching up for glasses, Ava lowered her arms again, the awareness in her beaded nipples sharp. “I don’t know if dating you is a good idea.”

John moved to stand behind her. Closing his hands over her upper arms, he bent to kiss the top of her head. “I hate that we scare you.”

“So do I.” Bowing her head, she poured herself a half-glass of water and gulped it down. She turned and made her way to the other side of the kitchen, both hands closed around the glass. “Being personal goes against the grain, and I’m trusting you to keep this to yourself.”

John took a step closer, stopping abruptly with another frown when she took a step back. “Of course. What happens between us stays between us.”

Lifting her chin, she took a steadying breath. “I’m a virgin. I think it’s only fair for you to know that. I can’t play the kind of games you play. I can’t take sex lightly or do it for fun. I’m just not made that way.”

John slowly closed the distance between them, watching her closely as one might do when approaching an injured animal, and took her hand gently in his. “Thank you for telling us. Your secret is safe with us.”

Lifting his head, he smiled, a tender smile that made her stomach flip. “And now I want you more than before, but I promise you, we won’t take anything that you don’t want to give.”

Looking up into his dark eyes, Ava smiled at the tenderness she found there. “I believe that you mean that.”

John ran the back of a finger down her cheek. “Trust needs to be earned and built up over time. I can’t do that making promises I can’t keep or lying to you.”

Ava bit back a moan at the desire in his eyes and the warm tenderness in his light touch. “Then I’ll be honest with you. I feel things when I’m with you and Michael.”

Michael grinned and moved closer. “Things? What kind of things?”

Ava pushed past them to move back to the counter and refilled her glass from the pitcher. “Telling you that would give you ammunition to use against me. Why would I do that?”

Michael’s smile fell. “Ammunition? This isn’t a war, darlin’.”

Ava shrugged, fearing she’d given away too much. “I’m afraid that you could make me want to do things that I’d regret later.”

Chuckling, John closed the distance between them, a finger beneath her chin lifting it again, allowing him to look into her eyes. “I promise that I’ll bring you home with your virginity intact. No matter how much you beg, neither one of us are gonna take you.”

Giggling at his outlandish promise, Ava set her glass aside. “And none of my clothes come off.”

“No.” John smiled and braced a hand on the countertop on either side of her. “And neither one of us is gonna let you take our clothes off, either. I will, however, let you kiss me.”

Ava glanced at Michael, who watched them steadily, his eyes dark and slightly narrowed. “And you?”

Michael’s lips twitched, but his gaze remained steady. “I’ll agree to whatever it takes to get to know you better. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to touch you.”

He glanced at her breasts, increasing the awareness there and beading her nipples even tighter. “ I might ask to, but you can always say no. Is that negotiable?”

Moving closer, he took her hand in his and lifted it, pressing it against his chest. “And you can touch me all you want to.”

Ava sucked in a breath, the feel of his hard, warm chest beneath her palm and the prospect of him touching her so intimately creating an excitement that made her tremble. “I think I’d like having dinner with you.”