A slow, hard breath passed my lips and Logan’s grip eased as he spun me around to face him. A genuine smile lit his features and I couldn’t help but smile in return. His hands lifted to clasp around the same place Quinn’s hands had just been and his mouth hovered just inches from mine. “You know, he’s always going to make you fall, make you feel like you’re dying. But I’m always going to be there to pick you up and bring you back to life.” His lips met mine and everything seemed right with the world despite the fight that lay ahead of us.

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Stark’s slow movements were a direct conflict with the sweaty mass of bodies thrashing around us to the beat of the blaring techno music. His hands gripped my hips, moving them in time to his so that we moved as one and I noted that for as little as he was moving, there was nothing gentle about it.
His mouth fit over the flesh at my clavicle and I could feel his warm breath against my skin as he spoke. “I find I prefer this much more than spastically jumping around so much it’s nearly teeth jarring. Besides,” he said against my ear, drawing his mouth to the pulse point just under my earlobe, while his hands slid around to my lower back to rest lightly against the curve of my ass. “Should we choose to sweat from that much effort, I’d prefer you underneath me.”

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And thanks to everyone who participated in the Summer Solstice Blog Hop, I’ve already emailed the winner of the blog hop giveaway, but I did say I would do an extra drawing from the comments and give away either winner’s choice of my backlist or an ARC of Impulse Control. So, without further ado, the winners!

Sherry

Alix

Alianne

Angela S Stone

Congrats!! Give me a shout and let me know which book and eformat you’d like (tho I only have Impulse Control in PDF). I’ll follow up with an email in a few days if I haven’t heard from you.

“You wanted me to be louder,” I reminded him.
A chuckle resonated deeply in his chest. “What about now? Can you be as loud as I like to hear?” His fingers slid between my legs, and lost in his words, I willingly opened for his touch with a deep sigh of pleasure. “I have always loved the sound you make when you come.”

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…and nothing will ever be the same again.

Forever changed, Evande struggles to piece the remnants of her life together. Caught between the two very different men she loves, she fights for a balance. However, just as everything falls into place, the Elders viciously strike out, leveling everything around her.

Buy link: http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/forgedinfire.htm

Warning: This is a molten title. Contains elements some readers may find objectionable: Violence, blood, foul-language from a smartass Fae king, a newbie vampire unashamed of his kinks and a scintillating m/f/m bath scene that’s hot enough to steam mirrors

“I don’t care whose turn it is–”
“Remember you said that later,” Quinn stated as he palmed the back of my neck and captured my mouth for a searing kiss. My entire body, already on a precarious ledge after the slow orgasm Logan had just given me, screamed for more.
I sped past reason and logic.
Logan’s chest hitched behind me and his finger curved over the top of my thigh to move between my legs again. His finger pressed hard against already over-sensitized nerves and Quinn swallowed the sigh I gave in response.

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That’s…next Monday.

Time for a contest!

As vampire Evande Austin tries to adjust to her new found abilities, she can’t fight her new reality. She never intended to fall in love with two men. But she also never intended to take Fae blood to keep her alive either.

Trouble lurks in the shadows and Evande fears she will not be able to control the raging blood fever that burns through her because of Quinn. Thanks to Logan, the man who gives her anchor, Evande is able to maintain a thread of sanity in the blinding chaos.

When the Elders strike out and her future tumbles around her feet, Evande realizes the two men give her a bond she is unable to survive without. They need her just as much as she needs them. Giving into them both could just be the one thing that saves everyone.

But one thing remains clear—nothing comes without a cost.

Caught in the fires of passion and destruction, Evande struggles for a balance that could either burn or forge her anew.

Warning: Contains a smoking hot menage a trois

You can read the first chapter here: http://www.sarabrookes.net/rebirth-series/forged-in-fire/

Want to win a copy? Leave a comment on this post and I’ll draw a winner on Sunday, 4/8 at 9 pm (EST).

The whisper of steel against leather was unmistakable and I realized Quinn had pulled out a knife.
As he expertly flipped the blade around, he used his other hand to pull at the collar of his shirt. The first few buttons popped free as the fabric ripped and before I could blink, a line of bright red blood bloomed across one side of his chest.
“Drink,” he ordered firmly as he cupped his hand around the back of my head and pushed my face toward the slice.
Hunched over in order to block prying eyes, he turned me so my back was against the rough blocks and spoke forcefully into my ear. “Drink, God damn it, or all of those people out there are going to die by your hand.”

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I felt bad even though I didn’t know him. It didn’t take much to recognize a man in pain and Stark appeared to have had his heart crushed.
“You miss her, don’t you?”
His hands pressed into the steel table in front of him and he dipped his head. “With every breath I force from my lungs.”
If my heart hadn’t already been broken because of Quinn’s actions, it would have done so at the despair in Stark’s voice.

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1) pick a project – a current Work in Progress, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published

2) pick six sentences

3) post ‘em on Sunday

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