SPOTLIGHT: LANE ONE- TEMPTATION BY JUSTINE ELVIRA

LANE ONE TEMPTATION

BY

JUSTINE ELVIRA

Synopsis

Theodore Rosely.

Handsome. Intelligent. Wealthy.

Great in bed with the body of a Greek God.

Just the mention of my name has women dropping their panties.

I'm one of the city's most eligible bachelors and women line up just to get a taste of me. I work hard to make millions during the day, and play hard at night.

Frumpy, overweight and average-looking is not my type. I like beautiful, thin women with tight bodies and an even tighter- well, you know what I'm getting at.

That's why the mysterious woman from my health club who swims laps every morning should not hold my interest. She's the exact opposite of what turns me on, yet I can't take my eyes off her.

She's intriguing... She's fascinating... And she's quickly becoming my obsession.

I can't learn enough about her.

I'm used to getting exactly what I want...

…and now I want her.

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Prologue

Entry #1715

If I were able to define beauty it would be simple. I'd just have to say her name. The way she smiles at the simplest of things, or the way she crinkles her nose when she doesn't like something. There's beauty in her laugh, her love of children, her kindness towards others, and her painful past full of despair and heartache. The pain she hides from the rest of the world is the most beautiful of all. It makes me want to protect her until my last breath. If the world got to see what I see every day, she would no longer be just mine. Every man who was lucky enough to be in her presence would want her.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

The fasten seat belt light flickers off, letting me know that it's okay to move around the plane cabin after the long stretch of turbulence ends. I stand up, stretching my legs out in front of my first class seat. There are two hours left on this eight-hour flight to London and I'm already itching to get back to Chicago.

"No, thanks," I reply, brushing past the petite woman and making my way to the small lavatory located in first class. It's unoccupied so I squeeze myself inside and lock the door behind me.

After relieving myself of the several cups of coffee I've consumed on the flight, I zip up my pants and wash my hands in the tiny sink, briefly glancing at my appearance in the mirror.

The man staring back at me looks worn out and fucking old as shit.

I've noticed the subtle changes in my appearance these past couple weeks and at first I thought I was going crazy. I was convinced I was seeing things that weren't there, but when the first few gray hairs started to appear near my temples, I couldn't pretend to imagine it anymore. The stress of everything having to do with her has made me age.

I hate leaving her, even for these little trips where I'm gone for less than forty-eight hours. Although I've hired the best team around, I don't trust the care she's under. If I'm not there to supervise the daily schedule, I live in fear that someone will make a mistake or mess up, and I'll be forced to live the rest of my life without her.

A life without her is not a life I'm willing to live.

I press down on the faucet and cup my hands, letting them fill with water before splashing my face. The cool water is refreshing against my skin, and in an odd way makes me feel slightly better and more awake. As I'm drying my face there is a knock on the lavatory door. I toss the paper towel in the garbage and unlock the door, ready to go back to my seat but instead someone walks in.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you, sir?" the eager flight attendant asks. I've always had this effect on women and even though I look the worst I've ever appeared, apparently women still want me.

 She's looking up at me, her eyes coated in heavy make-up. She can't be older than twenty. Her button up flight attendant top is open, revealing her perky, young breasts and while her offer might have been something I would have considered a while back, it's no longer a desire of mine when I'm in the right mindset.

She clicks the lock behind her and moves towards me in the confined space. The small toilet is pushing against the back of my legs so I have nowhere to move. Her firm chest brushes against mine as the palm of her hand slides against my stomach and lowers to the front of my trousers. She rubs the small palm of her hand up and down, attempting to get a reaction from my cock. I'm too stunned at the moment to stop her, too tired to think straight.

"I can be very helpful," she offers.

She undoes the button of my pants and slowly unzips them, lowering them past my hips. She places her delicate hands over my cock again and begins to stroke me over my boxer briefs.

It's been so long since I've been touched. I can't remember ever going this long without my dick receiving some kind of attention from the opposite sex. I need to stay focused. I need to remember why I'm here, why I'm on this plane. I run on a strict schedule. I like my detailed to-do lists and today's list is an easy one. There are just four simple steps.

*Go to London

*Sign the necessary paperwork needed at my business meeting

*Get my ass back on the plane to Chicago

*Go see my girl and make sure those incompetent assholes don't fuck up while I'm away

I'll be home in less than forty-eight hours. I can get through forty-eight fucking hours.

As I'm repeating the words over in my head I almost forget about the young woman in front of me until I feel my cock stir to life. Warmth spreads through my body and the desire to fuck something so I can come suddenly takes over my thoughts.

I look down at my dick but can only see the fiery, red hair of the flight attendant as she pulls my boxers down and devours my cock with her mouth.

Fuck me. That feels incredible.

I forgot how nice a soft set of lips and a warm mouth can feel around my cock.

As soon as I think it, a visual of the argumentative, fun-loving brunette I love pops into my head and I groan in agony instead of satisfaction. The redhead takes this as encouragement and she gently bites down on my long, hard length before dragging her teeth up to the head and sucking the tip. As great as it feels, I'm forced to push her off of me. She falls back against the door and I quickly zip myself back up while looking at her stunned face.

She's pretty, gorgeous really, but she's not her. No one will ever come close to her.

"That was sweet of you to offer, but I'm afraid I'm a one woman man."

"I can be discreet. No one will know," she whispers huskily.

"And I don't like repeating myself. You're a young woman who probably has more to offer a man than a blowjob in the lavatory of first class. You should focus on your job, while I focus on getting back in my seat. Excuse me."

I gesture towards the door and wait for her to stand up and adjust her clothing. She unlocks it and steps out of the small, enclosed space. I follow behind her to go back to my seat. The large leather seat is comfortable and I recline back, shutting my eyes to try and forget what just happened.

Forty-eight hours. I just need to get through the next forty-eight hours.

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Author Info

I am an avid reader. I love so many different genres of books and began publishing my own stories in 2013. Writing is my release and I love to share the stories in my head with you. When I'm not writing I'm spending time with my children.

*I love the idea of love.
*Chocolate is my kryptonite.
*I want my own HEA.
*Rainstorms bring me peace.
*Sleep is overrated.
*I love alpha males.
*Apple rules my life.

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SPOTLIGHT: THE GRIM LEGACY SERIES BY ADDIE J. KING

The Grimm Legacy Series

By Addie J. King

Fairy Tales, Fantasy

About The Series
The Grimm Legacy, Book 1
Once upon a time Janie Grimm thought she led a normal life, but within the first week of law school she’s started losing her mind. Her father just died, her stepmother Evangeline is evil, her professors already hate her, and a frog named Bert keeps talking to her. Then there’s her growing attraction to the accident-prone Aiden, who tries to explain magic murdered her father and it was trying to kill her, too.

Janie learns her father’s death was due to a fairy trying to restore the magic bound by Janie’s ancestors, the Brothers Grimm. Now the target of this fairy’s bid to regain power, Janie has only the protection of the mysterious Holder of the Legacy, the members of the F.A.B.L.E.S. organization, and the promises Evangeline made to Janie’s father before his death... but will it be enough?

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The Andersen Ancestry, Book 2
Janie Grimm and her best friend Mia Andersen survived their first year of law school, and are now heading into summer internships at the local courthouse. Between their work for the judge and their part-time jobs at the theatre, Janie and Mia have a mystery to solve.

The Seawitch has escaped from faerie court lockdown and is out for revenge on relatives of Hans Christian Andersen. Along with the help of Aiden, members of F.A.B.L.E.S., a street girl named Allie, Bert the frog, and a theater employee named Jonah, the girls must find the target of the Seawitch's ire, deal with the reappearance of an absentee father, deflect an unwanted crush, nourish a new romance, work for a very eccentric judge, and find out why there is magic in the courthouse.


Janie and Mia must first figure out the answer to the puzzle, and then protect the person in the most danger…but who is the Seawitch’s intended prey?

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The Wonderland Woes, Book 3
How wonderful can Wonderland be if there's more danger than a visitor can see?

Allie’s got a secret that she hasn’t shared with her friends, Janie Grimm, and Mia Andersen. Someone from her past is after her, and she’s got to keep them safe. When she realizes her childhood in Wonderland is putting her friends at risk, she jumps through a rabbit hole to lead the danger away from them, but it lands her back in the same situation she’d tried to escape just a few years before.


Janie, Mia, Bert, Aiden, and all the rest are getting more experienced with magical dangers, and they can’t let their friend sacrifice themself if they can help. They organize a trip to Wonderland to look for Allie, and meet the White Rabbit, the Queen, the Jabberwocky, the Caterpillar, the Mad Hatter and others along the way, as they find deadly nightslip mushrooms, magic gone awry, a magical realm trial for stolen tarts, and further relationship drama. But will they save their friend before it’s too late?

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COMING May 2015

The Bunyan Barter, Book 4

About The Author

Addie J. King is an attorney by day and author by nights, evenings, weekends, and whenever else she can find a spare moment. Her short story “Poltergeist on Aisle Fourteen” was published in MYSTERY TIMES TEN 2011 by Buddhapuss Ink, and an essay entitled, “Building Believable Legal Systems in Science Fiction and Fantasy” was published in EIGHTH DAY GENESIS; A WORLDBUILDING CODEX FOR WRITERS AND CREATIVES by Alliteration Ink. Her novels, THE GRIMM LEGACY, THE ANDERSEN ANCESTRY, and THE WONDERLAND WOES are available now from Musa Publishing. She is currently working on the fourth book, THE BUNYAN BARTER.

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VBT: SPOTLIGHT- PEYTON 313 Cyborgs: Mankind Redefined BY DONNA MCDONALD

PRESENTED BY SMEXY FAB FOUR!
SPOTLIGHT

PEYTON 313

CYBORGS:MANKIND REDEFINED BOOK 1

DONNA MCDONALD

BLURB

Worst epic fail of her scientific career? Falling for a

cyborg she helped create.

Kyra Winters never meant for her cyber science discoveries

to be used for evil, but that’s exactly what happened. Now returning Peyton

313’s humanity is the last chance she’ll ever have to atone. She can’t get back

the lost decade, but she can change the present by restoring the cyborg who was

once Marine Captain Peyton Elliot.

Certainly her grand plan for rectifying her mistakes didn’t

include madly kissing the confused, passionate Marine when he begged her to.

The same scientific mind that constructed the cyborg creator code now warned

her not to let Peyton’s tempting offers of heaven cloud her rational decision

making. Yet it’s difficult to        resist the cyborg she’s restoring when he’s also

the most intriguing man she’s ever known.

                                                                  EXCERPT

Satisfied by his fierce complaining, Kyra walked back to the

chair and knelt at his feet again. She had thumb-printed the chair restraint

locks so a light swipe across the sensor instantly opened them. After the ankle

ones were removed, she removed the one across his chest. Lastly, she moved to

his wrists, pausing as she met his questioning gaze. She had to tell him what

she was feeling. The urge was too compelling and his gaze was too full of hope.

“Today you are more yourself than you’ve been in a long time, Captain Elliot.

Since this may be the only nice conversation you and I are ever going to have,

I want to thank you for your military service and all the amazing things you’ve

done. I’ll even admit that you’re far more charming than your record indicated.

In another time and another place, I might have been willing to play all kinds

of flirty games with you. But this is definitely not that time or place. We are

suspended between heaven and hell right now, and neither of us is an angel.”

“Sleep in the cage with me tonight and I’ll show you heaven,

Doc. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want you right now.

Sorry if the speed of my interest offends your sensibilities. I’m listening to

a little voice that keeps yelling inside me. It’s saying this may be my one and

only chance to get you to see I’m more than just some super soldier machine in

need of fixing.”

Kyra felt her lip tremble and bit it hard to make it stop

before she answered. “I already know that about you. That’s why I’m doing this.

Now don’t make me like you any more than I already do.”

“See? I knew you liked me,” Peyton bragged, wishing she’d

come a lot closer. She smelled amazing.

Kyra wondered if Peyton’s desire for her was a lingering

after-effect of all those years of Cyber Husband programming? He would have

studied her file extensively because Norton would have made him do so. He would

have learned all he could about her likes and dislikes. That’s how the program

worked. She purposely hadn’t removed that chip because she needed him to like

her at least a little for just a while longer.

Peyton stared at the woman’s disappointed face. She looked

ready to cry and he couldn’t stand seeing her that way. “How about a kiss to

test your theories about us, Doc? Just one. I need it and I think you need it

too. You already admitted you weren’t married. Look—my wrists are still chained

to the chair. What could one kiss hurt? Come on—what do you say?”

Kyra sighed. She was as exasperated with him as she was

charmed by his pleading. Tomorrow Peyton Elliott was going to hate her. She was

one hundred percent sure of it because it had been proven true twice already

before him.

Tomorrow when Peyton Elliott knew the truth, he would hate

his life and those who had consigned him to his living hell. Tomorrow the

machine would be partially back and Peyton would not be this light-hearted,

mostly human version of himself. He would be a new kind of redefined cyborg.

While no one knew what that was going to be like—not even her—she would bet her

retirement Peyton was still going to hate her after he integrated the present

with his past.

“Please—one kiss, Doc. That’s all I’m asking,” Peyton

whispered.

Kyra sighed loudly. “You’re a hard man to say no to and

today I’m a sentimental fool. Close your eyes, Captain. I haven’t kissed a man

in a long time. I can’t look at you or I’ll lose my nerve.”

When Peyton sighed dramatically in return and leaned his

head back, Kyra climbed on the electrical shield at the bottom of the operating

chair until she was standing between his legs. Heat emanated from every inch of

the man and he still smelled a little like burnt circuitry. Yet underneath that

stark reality, Peyton also smelled masculine and very alluring.

Kyra sighed again. “I wish I could send you out the door to

live whatever kind of life you want just as you are right now. That’s what you

deserve, Captain Elliott. I want that badly for you, but I can’t make it

happen. Your cybernetic enhancements require you to retain knowledge of how

they work. Too much is at stake and the outcome of your healing affects more

than just the two of us. But thank you for giving me a glimpse of why putting

you through this hell is so important. This moment—it’s very humanizing for

both of us—to want to be kissed and then be kissed. Thank you for sharing this

moment with me.”

“Man, you sure talk a lot. Still waiting for that kiss,

Doc,” Peyton said. He was keeping his eyes tight and his mind off how sexy she

sounded when she got all philosophical.

Kyra snorted at his chastising. She touched her lips to

Peyton’s and instantly found her bottom one nipped aggressively between two

rows of even teeth. Moaning at the delicate trap he’d set for her, her body

tipped forward against his and she had to catch herself on his wide shoulders.

Her hands slipped over them and down his chest without her mind questioning the

action.

When she moaned against his mouth, Peyton ordered himself to

turn loose. After he did, he stared hard at the lip he’d bitten. The woman

wanted him. He could taste it, smell it, and damn it he wanted her too. It was

exhilarating to feel such pure desire flowing so freely through his cells.

A demand to sate that intense longing came from some

desperate part of him that was both familiar and strange at the same time. What

the hell was happening to him mind? It was both relieving and like finally

waking up after being asleep for too long.

“Climb up here and give me a real kiss, Doc. And don’t be so

damn stingy with sharing your tongue. I intend to use it to imagine what else

I’m going to do when you cut me loose from this freaking chair.”

Groaning at how aroused he’d just made her with his sexy

declaration, Kyra climbed into Peyton’s large lap to straddle him. It gave her

better access to his mouth and the chance to indulge just a little more as she

eased her hips down on him. She sighed at her nearly out-of-control feelings

and touched her forehead to his.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I know you’re

going to take great pleasure in ridding yourself of this memory tomorrow. I

won’t blame you for that action, Peyton. I think it’s the smartest thing you

could do.”

“Stop whining about what hasn’t happened yet, Doc. It’s damn

cruel to suggest this instant attraction between us is nothing. Now kiss me

like you want to—and damn it I know you want to. I am a cyborg, you know.”

He ordered his processor to store the image of her face just

as she caved into his demand and dipped her mouth to his. Her lips were lush

and hot and wet, and her kiss was the most deliriously wonderful experience he

could recall happening in ages. He watched her eyes close in pleasure as he

strained towards her, but froze in the chair when he saw two tears run down her

face. A second later, tears were flowing off her chin in two tiny, steady

streams.

“What? What is it, Doc? What’s wrong with this? The

attraction is mutual, isn’t it? We’re alone in here just the two of us. I’m

wearing too many damn restraints to do much harm to you. Hell, keep the chair

restraints in place woman—just be with me before I die from wanting you.”

“I can’t. I can’t take advantage of you, no matter what I’m

feeling,” Kyra said, lifting her arm to swipe at her eyes. “Thank you for the

sexy kiss, Captain. It’s been a very, very long time since I felt anything

remotely close that level of desire for a man. Even if you wipe this away, I’ll

never forget it—or you.”

Kyra slid reluctantly off his lap and straightened her

clothing. “I’m going to release the last of the chair restraints now. Please

keep your distance so I don’t have to use the controller. I’ve hurt you enough

in the last couple of days.”

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Donna McDonald

www.donnamcdonaldauthor.com

Donna McDonald is an active dreamer and finds writing to be

the best way to use her creativity.

Needing to satisfy both sides of her brain, she is a

cross-genre author of contemporary, fantasy, and paranormal romances. Her books

appear on bestseller lists for humor, romantic comedy, space opera, and more.

She craves laughter from her readers and focuses her

attention on making that happen as often as possible. She loves to hear from

anyone who has read her books.

Here’s the other bio version I use:

Donna McDonald considers herself blessed to be a best-selling

author in Contemporary Romance, Humor, and Paranormal Romance. Paranormal

reviewers are calling McDonald "a literary alchemist effortlessly blending

science fiction and romance". Contemporary and humor reviewers often write

to tell her that the books keep them up laughing all night. She likes both

compliments and hopes they stay true forever.

Her idea of success is to be sitting next to someone on a

plane and find out they are laughing at something in one of her books. She

hopes that will be you.

NBtM VBT: SPOTLIGHT/ GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY- OPEN WORLD C.O.V.E.N. BY CASEY MOSS

OPEN WORLD C.O.V.E.N.

BY

CASEY MOSS

BLURB:

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

EXCERPT:

Hope appeared in the middle of what looked to be a homeless shelter. It wasn’t what she’d pictured back at…

She shook her head and scratched it. Where’d she come from? Where was it that she wanted to go? Her mind acted like a blank chalkboard being looked at through a fisheye lens. Writing appeared hazy and indecipherable on the outer edges of the sphere, but the blackness in the middle was clean.

Her body tensed, reacted as if she should run. With wide eyes, she surveyed the area. People on chairs and benches were scattered through the large room. Broken windows and shattered glass doors at the entrance looked out upon a gray day. The other way revealed an opening to a courtyard type parking lot with long carports on the perimeter.

A young, Goth-looking cashier with black hair, white makeup and piercings in her lips, eyebrows and ears, gaped at her as if she had grown a pair of horns and sprouted a third eye in the middle of her forehead.

Hope wavered, trying to reconcile what was happening. She knew her name, knew that she had a family and wanted to be a dancer? But anything else? “Where am I? How’d…how’d I get here?” Her voice faltered over the questions. She stared at the teen.

“You in the ol’ bus term.” The goth snapped the gum in her mouth. “How ya got ‘ere is beyon’ me. Ya jist kinda appeared outta nothing.”

Another teen in his goth phase came up to them. “Yeah. Poof. There you be. Totes mcgotes cray-cray.”

“But I don’t want to be here.” Tears of frustration pooled in Hope’s eyes. She swiped at them. She was tired. She was hungry. She was dirty and hot. In the time she’d been in the bus station, dry, oven-like air had sapped all the moisture from her skin. She believed she was a walking piece of water-depleted, brittle clay, which would crumble into dust and blow away with the slightest touch.

“Then flash on outta ‘ere like ya did to git ‘ere.” The goth’s voice was monotone with no vestige of sympathy.

Hope closed her eyes, did her best to picture a place to go to, but none came to mind. Try as she might to ‘flash on out,’ she continued to stand amongst a bunch of uncaring strangers.

The goth shook her head and ran her black-nailed fingers through her hair. “Guess ya usin’ the door like the rest o’ us.” She chomped on her gum a few times, then tilted her head toward the exit.

GUEST POST

Inspiration on becoming a writer

I believe deep down I was always meant to be a writer. When I was younger, way back many years, my family and I lived in a rural area. Because of this, I didn’t have a neighborhood full of children to play with, so I had to learn to entertain myself. I’d make up stories and use my stuffed animals as an audience. I’d dream up different scenarios of the fairy tales I used to read.

It wasn’t until middle school, though, that I got hit in the head with the proverbial brick. I was in my sixth grade English class and was handed a paper back with an A on it. That’s when the voice inside told me that I was going to be a writer. I started reading more ‘grown up’ type books (VC Andrews to name one author I read back then) and started writing poetry and more stories. I submitted my first story when I was twelve. Granted, it didn’t get published, and I have no idea what happened to it, but that was my start.

Then in high school in my freshman year, a friend of mine (who is now my hubby BTW) lent me a Stephen King novel. I realized then what type of stories I wanted to focus on. I took a creative writing class in high school, entered teen arts festivals, and went to college with a focus on interpersonal communications and English.

When my husband and I moved to Texas, I became friends with a wonderful woman who lent me a Jude Deveraux book - A Knight in Shining Armor. That’s when I was inspired to write romance as well as horror. It’s also the reason why I have two pen names now. Under my C.R. name I write lighter romance and erotic romance. Under my Casey name you’ll find more intense stories with and without romantic elements. For more about my Casey pen name, please visit http://caseymossbooks.com/author/

ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

~ Author Links ~

Website:http://caseymossbooks.com/

Blog: http://caseymossbooks.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.CaseyMoss

Twitter:https://twitter.com/CaseyMoss_

~ Buy Links ~

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/open-world-by-casey-moss/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Open-World-C-O-V-E-N-Casey-Moss-ebook/dp/B00KCE12JW 

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GIVEAWAY!!

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