From Ashes And Embers


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She’s forbidden.
Temptation personified in a curvy package of sugar and sin.
My one job is to obey the rules.
Keep my dick in my pants and forget the new nanny.
Be a good little soldier as the Devil himself raised me to be.
Problem is I can’t.
I care more than I want to admit.
I’m not supposed to have a conscience. Blood stains my hands and taints my soul.
There’s no escaping the chains that bind us, when duty threatens to destroy us both.

Book 1 – The Devil You Know

Book 2 – The Devil’s Plaything

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Damaged Queen


Darkness Within Duet, 2

Ten years ago, Harper ran so the men she cared about could live. There’s no chance of her ever going back to Stonewall—or of seeing Draven and her men again. They are gone, moved on, and she must do the same.

But they’ve not forgotten her betrayal. When Axel finds her, he’s determined to bring her back. When she left, she’d been their queen, the one to bind them together. Now, she is going to be torn apart, broken, and possibly killed.

One look in Draven’s eyes and she knows her future is no longer certain. She was born in Stonewall and will die there, at his hands. Before he strikes the killing blow, will she be able to convince him she didn’t want to leave?

Draven’s determined to rid his mind of this woman. She betrayed him, and the only way to deal with a traitor is to make an example of them. He will break her and make her regret every single minute she ran from him. 

No one runs from him.

He owns her, and now it’s time for her to pay, once and for all.

Be Warned: public exhibition, anal sex, spanking, whipping, violence


Harper stood. He saw how awkward she looked. Unsure. Nervous.

“Look, I can see that you’re pissed.”

“You think I’m pissed.”

“What happened ten years ago, I can explain.”

“You want to explain to me why you betrayed me. Betrayed all of us?”

“I didn’t betray you.”

He stared at her. The urge to hit her was strong, but he wasn’t going to. If he started hitting her right now, he wouldn’t stop.

He had big plans for her.

“I don’t want to deal with you tonight.”

Putting his whiskey down on the counter, he grabbed her arm and pulled her along the corridor. He passed men who didn’t even look at him.

He forced their loyalty, tested them relentlessly. They all knew not to interfere with his dealings. People who came onto his property were always handled by him.

Draven only employed people who were loyal to him. Those that were loyal, were always handsomely rewarded, and those that weren’t, suffered. He made sure every man and woman were given the option. Those that failed didn’t live to see another day.

He headed out into the garden, down the steep path, and across the small field.

“Draven, what are you doing? Please, stop. You’re scaring me.”

He didn’t let go even as he heard the fear in her voice.

Ten years ago, he’d have pulled her into his arms, protected her, stopped her from feeling fear or pain, or anything. All fucking four of them would have been there for her. She’d belonged to all of them, but she had to go and throw it in his face, in all of their faces.

Now, he relished her fear, wanted it.

He wanted her to experience everything he’d felt in the past ten years, but also, what he’d had to deal with after she left.

“Will you stop and just talk to me?”

Talking was over.

He got to the building. This was where they kept the disobedient women that were brought here. A couple of days out here in the winter, and well, some women died because of it, men too.

Oh, yes, rather than fight the inevitable, he’d expanded into men but taken kids off the menu. He had some morals still at least.

Harper fought him, trying to pry his fingers from around her wrist. Draven held her tightly and pulled her down into the cells.

Opening one up, he threw her inside and locked the door. Harper cried out as she landed on the hard ground. He held the bars of her cell tightly, staring down at her. She looked so small, so fragile, breakable.

Draven intended to break her. He was going to hurt her. This was just the beginning.

She got up, and the sound of a rat scurrying echoed in the small space. She turned her head, and he saw the tears fall down her cheeks. She looked pretty when she cried.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

He smiled. “What happened to me?”

“You heard me.”

“Nothing happened to me, Harper. I grew up. I saw that there was no point in fighting this. Fighting who I am.”

She stepped toward the cage, and he saw she limped.

“Who you are?”

He smiled at her.

“You’ve become the exact monster your father wanted.”

“You want to talk about my father?”

“Where is he? Is he laughing right now? Joyous in knowing he got what he wanted.”

Draven smiled again. “My father is dead.”

“Oh,” Harper said.

“Yes, I killed him.”

She swallowed and looked away.

“What’s the matter, Harper? Can’t handle it?”

“You killed your own father and yet you’ve let mine live?” she asked.

“Oh, yes, you see, my father betrayed me. He didn’t like that not only did I take this place, and expand, I moved him from the top. When I decided to help him, to make all of this mine, my end game wasn’t the same as his. I’m a fucking king, and there’s no way I’d work to put someone else in my place. I don’t follow. I lead.”

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Drawn By Dragonblood

Drawn by Dragonblood

Blood Born Series 1

Release Date: March 1, 2019</div


MMF, Shifters, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Menage, Contemporary, Romance, HEA


*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.


Elijah Tolzman has accepted he may be the only dragonblood shifter left on earth. Alone for close to ten years, he holds no hope of finding one, let alone the two fated mates needed to keep his kind from extinction.


When he catches the scent of his female deep in the White Mountains, he soars the skies, his heart and mind filled with hope as he goes to claim his destiny. However, he finds her in another man’s arms. His conscience might balk over tearing the lovers apart, but the dragon inside, the darkness he tries to suppress, demands he takes what belongs to him—regardless of the cost.


Jonathan Ebel and Dakota Taylor, long-time lovers who are unaware that the slightest hint of dragonblood simmers within their veins, are drawn to the pale-eyed stranger but are hesitant to acknowledge their inexplicable attraction to Elijah.


Can Jon admit his desire and open himself to submit to another man? Can Dakota accept the inevitable, knowing she may hurt the man she’s loved most of her life? Will Elijah finally get his heart’s wish?


Three dragonbloods are required to create life, but the destined mates must find the courage to make themselves vulnerable to each other, or their legacy, their species, dies with them.








A lazy trail of smoke snaked into the sky, pulling my focus a couple miles northeast of my veranda I stood upon. The setting sun caressed my left cheek as I blinked, bringing into focus the smoke’s origin. Two people sat beside the small fire, but from the distance, I couldn’t tell their sexes.

The breeze shifted the trees around me, their rustling leaves hiding my cliff-side home from view. I breathed deeply, hoping…

A blast of cooling air hit my face, and my heart stumbled. Her. My blonde goddess.

She wasn’t a dragonblood shifter, but hints of the ancient blood ran in her veins, calling to me.


I wanted to shift, shredding my jeans and long-sleeve t-shirt, and roar my savage declaration, but refrained for fear of scaring my precious gem away.

I strode into my house, grabbed a pullover sweatshirt, a small pack, and some water. One of the two hikers was mine, and I would claim her by night’s end.

My strides ate up the land, the rock and moss beneath my feet as I hastened toward my destiny, my mind racing, thoughts filled with the woman I would soon see. The brisk breeze shifted against my back and hinted at the fall to come, but remained warm enough that being outdoors as the sun set wasn’t bothersome. Not that I would have been uncomfortable either way. The dragonblood pumping through my arteries couldn’t be cooled.

Less than an hour later, the wind still at my back, I approached another outcropping perhaps two hundred yards from where I had seen the campfire. I pulled up short as the flickering flames came into view.

Two blond, tousled heads peeked from beneath a double sleeping bag beside the ring-less firepit—two writhing bodies in the throes of passion if their movements and moans my sharp ears made out in the still evening didn’t lie.

I clenched my teeth, hands fisted at my sides, fighting off the need to shift and take what the male had no right to touch.

She’s mine.

Their erotic dance of two souls already connected held me rapt, the scent of their combined arousal lighting a fire within me. The female cried out her release, and the male followed with a groan so sensual, so fulfilled that my heart seized, sending a rush of blood into my shaft, regardless of my jealousy. I palmed my

swollen length through my jeans, squeezing away the need to spill my seed inside her.

My mate.

But she loved another.

I fought back my dragon jealousy and gave into the sudden weakness in my legs, sitting on a rock hidden by the growing darkness. Their murmurs reached my ears; however, their words remained indistinct as I fought to accept what I had stumbled upon, what fate had so cruelly dangled in front of me only to snatch away.

The male tossed back the top of their sleeping bag, and the images I’d seen through their combined scent I had tasted on the breeze came into view. Not just her with her blonde hair, large breasts, and lush curves, but his muscular, taller form topped by a mess of similar blond, longer hair, the top portion of which he had pulled back into a short ponytail.

A frown flitted over my brow, but dissipated as my treasure stood, drawing my attention once more. My mouth dried as she tugged on her clothes, hiding her perfect body from me, their joyous laughter reaching across the distance. She smiled at him, the adoration in her hazel-green gaze like a knife to my heart. He caressed her cheek, her hair, his touch gentle on the one I wanted to pamper.

She already belonged to him.

I wanted to race to her, claim my female, but would she want me? Would the bonding energy between mates I had only read about draw her to me, steal her from her male? Mostly human, would she even recognize the connection between us?

The fear of rejection, of being abandoned again sent a knife-like stab through my chest. I had barely survived my love leaving me ten years earlier—nearly burned my home in the mountains to mere ash. How much more pain would being denied my true mate inflict?

Torn, I sat still as the stone beneath me, unmoving and watching as the two lovers prepared a late dinner, their movements in sync as though they had spent centuries together rather than the twenty-something years they appeared to be. I listened to their murmurs, their shared laughter. I studied them as the man banked the fire, and they both crawled back inside their sleeping bag.

I swallowed back my pain and jealousy as they curled together, two warm bodies intertwined, sharing space as only lovers can do.

The long night passed, but I couldn’t bear to leave her. Every cell in my body longed for my mate, and had I been a younger, immature dragon, I would have claimed her without a care for her feelings or her lover’s.

But, how could I inflict on the human male the same pain I had lived with for close to ten years? The heartache, the loneliness of losing the

one you love? I hadn’t been given a choice—my love had left without an explanation.

I refused to inflict that on another, but by the time the sun rose, my tortured soul needed something. I needed resolution.

I would give her the chance to choose the mate she should be with or the one she had already attached herself to. It would be her choice—the male’s broken heart her doing, not mine.

My pulse raced and palms grew damp as I drew closer, the delicious aroma of ancient blood in the air flooding my mouth with saliva. I could taste her on my tongue from a hundred yards away. What would it be like once I closed the distance between us? Once I touched her skin? Would the energy crackle the distance between us or pull like a magnet enough to sway my mate into my arms?

Through all my years I never believe in any god, any higher being, but at that moment, I wished for nothing more than to trust in something bigger, something more than mere chance that my mostly-human mate would accept me. Want me.

The closer I drew, the less I cared about the male’s heartache should she choose the one she’d been destined for.

Shouldering a small pack I’d brought along to make it appear I, too, hiked the mountain trail, I moved into sight of the camp, every part of me, my dragon included, determined to have what belonged to me.

The male squatted beside the fire, putting a small pot over the coals.

“Hello,” I called out, not wanting to frighten him.

His blond head jerked up, and as he slowly stood, his blue-eyed gaze meeting mine, the energy I had hoped to share with my female expanded in waves across the short distance and wrapped around me in a connection stronger than I’d ever felt in my life.

I stumbled to a stop as my heart skipped a beat.

My mates. Both of them.

I fought to breathe, to accept what fate had given me. Two of the ancient blood. One male, one female, a bonded pair in need of their third—the necessary trio to create another dragon life.


© Lynn Burke 2018




Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.




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Chasing His Polar Bear

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Once upon a time, when she was betrothed and in love, Sheila Slater believed in fated mates, fairy tales, and happy endings. Now, one big heartbreak later, she’s a self-rescuing princess, kick-butt fighter, and undercover extraordinaire.
But to save the shifter world from the evil designs of Aiden Mansfield, she’ll be forced to reunite with her ex-fiance: Aiden’s twin brother, Eli.
And when Sheila appears in Eli’s office, as stunning as ever and with all of the information needed to take down Aiden, Eli can barely control himself. She’s gorgeous, determined, and deadly. Her very presence tempts his bear, and he can’t stop thinking about finally taking a big, sensuous bite out of her.
What happens when these two put aside their past for the benefit of everyone’s future?
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Coming May 16th! 


What happens when you stumble upon something you can’t turn a blind eye to?
In one shocking instant the life I know is turned upside down, and during all the chaos, my friendships are tested. Loyalties I thought were strong are broken. And the people I love are put in harm’s way.
I can only count on me.
Three men are in my life, but they each have their own motives. Which one can I trust?
My only goal is to make it out of this alive. I don’t even know if it’s in the cards for me.

My name is Alexis Storm, and my answer to the storm my life has become is to fight back at all costs.

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Should’ve Been Us

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Title: Should’ve Been Us
Author: Jess Bryant
Publisher: Blue Lemon Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Amanda Walker PA & Design Services
Release Date: March 20, 2019

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It’s a destination wedding, Fate, Texas style, and the thermostat isn’t the only thing about to hit its boiling point.

Lulu Nichols has lost the love of her life.

Her best friend, Derek, proposed to someone else. He’s marrying someone else. And oblivious to her feelings, he’s asked her to play best man at his wedding. She can’t say no, not without admitting her secret and ruining everything, so she pastes on a smile and heads to Mexico to watch the man of her dreams get his happily ever after, even if it isn’t with her.

Connor Shaw is finally ready to claim the love of his life.

He wants Lulu. He’s always wanted her. Even though she’s slightly crazy and seriously delusional about her relationship with Derek. Connor is the one that brings out her fire and matches it with his own. He’s the one that drives her just as crazy as she drives him and it’s way past time for her to admit that all their fighting is really just foreplay.

Together they’re like gasoline and a match; a powder keg destined to blow, but oh how satisfying an explosion it will be.

But is their spark the kind that burns fast and then out? Is the heat going to Lulu’s head or is there more to Connor than she’s ever realized? Could they possibly be meant for forever or are they destined to always be a should’ve been?

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Dear Sexy Swimmer



Life is not all pretty hearts and sweet candies for Maia Gamble.

Heartbreak led her to a new life in a new town. It also left her lonely enough to consider trying romance a new way.

Old fashioned matchmaking romance!

Matched with a sexy swimmer–training for the Olympics–they share letters that let them be themselves and has her wanting to take the plunge.

Pike Paine is known for one thing: his breast-stroke. Always chasing gold has lost its spark. He’s more than a golden boy. And Maia wants him for the man he is outside of the pool.

Will she still once she realizes they jumped right in to the deep end of a forbidden romance?

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