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Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International Bestselling Authors, Rapid Pulse is a sizzling, diverse collection of hetero and same sex romance reads crafted to launch your heartbeat into high gear and drive your senses wild.

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"Honesty doesn’t always require telling the truth…"

Blurb:

Fledgling executive Nathaniel has landed his dream job at the big end of town. The first step up from his impoverished upbringing, it means he’ll be working under Zac, the son of the CEO. And Nathaniel’s unrequited high school crush.
In a corporation notorious for its intolerance, the two men are hopelessly drawn to one another, risking their careers and even their livelihoods. But when the only kind of honesty that works is “brutal”, it’s easier to keep living a lie.

Excerpt:

Fuck me, the man knew exactly how to tempt me. But I still felt crusty from last night. Before I could think of doing anything else, there was an even greater priority. “You said something about a shower?”
“Sure. Need someone to scrub your back?”
My heart leapt with excitement. “My back? Okay. To start with.” I released the belt from around his wrists. No way he could scrub me properly with that on.
Zac beamed like a child getting candy. He swung his legs down off the bed, suddenly as lively as a double espresso. “C’mon.”
I followed him through to the bathroom, which was as big as my mom’s entire apartment. And probably cost more than her whole building. “Damn. Got a map for this place?”
“You won’t need one. Just follow the bouncing balls.” He turned around and jogged backward away from me until he reached the shower recess, which looked like I could land a small plane in it.
If I’d been in a place like this with anyone but Zac, I’d have been overwhelmed, and probably more than a little angry. With anyone I didn’t know so well I’d think he was trying to show off, or rub my poverty in my face. But Zac had always seemed uncomfortable with his own ridiculous wealth.
He got the water running and stepped straight into it. Either he didn’t mind the cold, or he had the kind of system that delivered hot water immediately. The stream cascading over his body gave his pale skin a gorgeous sheen, and already he was turning red in patches. When he held out his hand, I couldn’t wait any longer, stepping in beside him.
Standing face-to-face, completely bare, I studied his eyes, and his pretty mouth. Zac put his hand on my shoulder, then slid it up to my neck, his small grin growing wider with every passing moment. Suddenly, he pulled me forward, dousing my head under the hot stream of water.
“Urgh. Asshole!” I shoved at him, trying to break his grip. Not so hard I’d send him falling or sliding, but enough to take control.
Zac turned and grabbed a bottle of something soapy, squirting a handful out. “Did sir order a back scrub?”
“Sir most certainly did.” I turned away and folded my arms. A brief moment passed before Zac pressed his gel-filled palms to my neck and made circles. He moved out to my shoulders, then back in to my spine. The lower his hands moved, the higher my cock went. Zac kept on rubbing until he was cupping my ass.
Without warning he slid one hand sideways down my crack, gliding it through until he was soaping my balls. He pulled back and slid both hands around me, grasping my cock and my bag. The heat of his body pressed right in against me, his mouth behind my ear, and his hard cock poking into the flesh of my ass.
“I seem to have misplaced sir’s back.”
“Uh…keep, uh…keep looking. You’ll find it.”
“Perhaps a closer inspection.”

About the Author:

Willsin Rowe spends all his time in the lush, warm parts down under. His stories feature strong, articulate heroes whose taste in women match his own. His heroines come complete with deliciously rounded curves, sharp tongues and witty minds.

Willsin writes with a distinctly male voice, infused with a charming Aussie wit and a deep love for his characters…even the baddies!

A celebrated cover artist and an instinctive bass player, he’s also a poet, a songwriter, and makes an amazing custard pie. He lives in Brisbane, Australia with his loving, curvy wife and his two clones… er, sons.

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Friday, October 13, 2017

RAPID PULSE: Author Spotlight's The Red Queen by Abyrne Mostyn

Author Spotlight

The Red Queen
by
Abyrne Mostyn

"Driven to dominate, tempted to sub...trying to do both might just kill her."

RAPID PULSE

A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

~~~ Featuring ~~~

Cowboy Boots & Handcuffs

Gina Kincade & Kiki Howell

Not Your Bitch

Angelica Dawson

Wicked For You

Erzabet Bishop

Flame of Hunger

Muffy Wilson

Sex is the Best Medicine

Kathleen Grieve

Symphony of Night

High-Rise Heat

Damon

Kiss and Tell

The Thrill of the Chase

Elvira Bathory

Sleeping in the Dragons Den

Lexi Thorne

Shifter Vigilante

Cate Farren

White Lies

Quinn

Alpha's Surprise Mate

M.M. Chabot

Rise of Silver & Steam

Lexi Ostrow

Her King's Kinky Proposal

Tamsin Baker

The Red Queen

Abyrne Mostyn

Wicked Perfection

Magen McMinimy

Breaking the Rules

(A Menage Romance)

Living A Lie

Promise You

Boss

The Constitution

Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

Blurb:

"Power and Control live at opposite ends of the whip. Which side are you on?"

Blurb:

Life is like a game of chess, there are pawns and there is royalty. At the end of the game, the last one standing is the Queen. She runs the show. Even the King, though royalty, is her pawn. It’s the price of being the Queen. Or is it?
Introduced in Swingers, we never got more than the Red Queen’s calling card. Margaret is a dominatrix, the master of all that happens around her at all times, but that wasn’t always true. How did she get here?
Her chambers are a playground for things that aren’t talked about in proper, polite circles, but perhaps in hushed whispers. Men and women alike flock to her for her dominion and the exquisite, disparate, ecstasy-torture she delivers as they ride the edge. A BDSM master, she is in demand by those who live the lifestyle, though few know who she is behind her guise. An hourglass in red leather, she never reveals her identity.
Will the walls she has erected keep her from finding her King?

Excerpt:

“Do you know how to use that thing, or is it just for show?”
A female voice startled her from her thoughts. As she turned, a toe-headed woman wearing less fabric than Maggie thought she herself had on in her underwear alone was looking her up and down, all but licking her lips. Maggie looked her up and down, took a long swallow of her newly arrived club soda and bit loudly through an ice cube, clicking her teeth together in a tight smile before responding.
“Just how badly do you want to know?”
She surprised herself with what had come out of her mouth, but buried the reaction to hold the bluff. The woman toyed with her hair and tried to up her stare, leaning back to stand with her hip kicked out.
“For you hot stuff? I’ll let you throw at me for free.”
Margaret laughed out loud, finished her drink and set it down with a nod to the bartender for a refill before locking eyes with the woman, crooking and curling her finger for her to come closer. When the woman finally leaned in, Maggie dropped her voice to the low rumbling timber that Thorne used on her.
“Darlin', if you think for a second that I pay anyone for their privilege of feeling my toys, you are sorely mistaken. I didn’t come to court you. Pay up, or shut up and walk away before I give you a freebie. Feel me?”
The woman’s eyes had grown wider with every word Maggie had spoken. By the time she got to ‘freebie’ her pupils were fully dilated. Maggie was glad she had the Cat or the bluff would have been a lost game as the woman pulled money from a pocket in her wrist cuff and handed it to Maggie.
“What will this get me?”
Maggie unfolded two Grants and looked blankly at the woman thinking. She didn’t want to stay all night. Maybe she could change her mind another way. “Tonight? About twenty minutes.”
The woman didn’t flinch. Her breathy response made it clear she was sold even if it had been for five. “Deal.”