Breathless Press Releases – Romance/Erotic Romance #1
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Oh
Christmas Tree by SJ Thomas
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Blurb
A Christmas curse trapped him and a Christmas wish released
him, but will the passion that is ignited be strong enough to keep them
together? Cursed by the Spirit of Christmas, Scottish tree spirit Ghille Dhu
has been bound in his spirit form to the Christmas tree for over a hundred and
fifty years. He can only be freed by a woman with a true belief in Christmas.
Escaping the hurt of a recent breakup, Amanda Pearce has
come to Scotland for the holidays and she is stunned when her idle wish for
someone to share Christmas with conjures a fierce, wild looking male from her
Christmas tree.
Having been trapped for so long Ghille Dhu is gripped by an
overwhelming lust and desire for the woman who has freed him; a lust and desire
that Amanda returns. She wants this otherworldly male and, when his dominant
side is revealed, Amanda is surprised by her ready submission.
As Christmas approaches, Amanda submits to Ghille Dhu's wild
desires and firm control in ways she never has before, but will she give enough
of herself to break the curse forever?
Excerpt
What would it be like to decorate the tree with a lover? To
have someone's warm arms wrapped around her as they placed each decoration on
the tree. To playfully argue about where to put the little white doves or the
wooden rocking horse. To be distracted by hot, sweet kisses.
As the fantasy played out in her mind, Amanda's fingers
stroked one of the branches, the needles surprisingly soft as long as you went
away from the trunk. What she wouldn't give to have a man who really believed
in Christmas, who knew what made it important and why it should be celebrated. Oh
if only there was such a thing as the Spirit of Christmas and it granted
wishes.
Suddenly the tree came to life beneath her hands, its limbs
shaking violently, knocking loose the lights she'd placed on it. With a scream
Amanda leaped back, and spinning round she grabbed for her phone, her fingers
scrolling for Tony's number. When she glanced back at the tree the phone fell
forgotten to the floor.
In the middle of the room, in front of the tree, stood a
man. A wild, fierce looking man dressed in a strange hooded cloak and
loincloth, both of which looked like they were made from moss and leaves.
Beneath the hood she saw sharp elfin features, coal black hair plaited into
beaded braids, and piercing, otherworldly green eyes. He was almost as tall as
the Christmas tree, and because of how little he was wearing, she got an eyeful
of his sinful body. Every inch of him was ripped, with ropes of sinewy
lick-able muscles lacing his chest and stomach. At the back of her mind alarm
bells were ringing, but Amanda couldn't take her eyes off him, couldn't make
her body do anything other than ready itself for him.
His head jerked left then right, his wild gaze flitting
frantically around the room, before settling on her, and the heat and hunger
Amanda saw there sparked a hunger of her own. In that instant who and what he
was didn't matter. She only knew she wanted him.
With a graceful movement he stalked toward her, his cloak
disappearing as he moved. She knew she should run but rather than backing away
she actually stepped closer. His eyes widened and nostrils flared, that
animalistic response making her breath catch. Her body throbbed with sensation
and she could feel the wetness between her thighs already; he hadn't even
touched her and she was so ready.
Stopping only inches from her, his gaze roamed over her face
before dipping down to her cleavage, a deep growl emanating from his chest. The
sound made the hairs on her arms stand on end, set her heart thundering, but
Amanda could not draw herself away from the mesmerizing male who now stood
right in front of her. This close he was stunning, his elfin features utterly
flawless, yet still so very masculine. Unconsciously her body shifted forward,
her hands clenched into fists as she willed for him to touch her.
The next instance she got what she wanted as he jerked her
to him, one hand tangling in her hair, the other circling her to press against
her back. Amanda melded herself against him, clinging to his broad shoulders to
pull him closer, and their lips and tongues met in a fierce and wild battle. He
tasted like rich wine with a hint of spice, utterly delicious, and he smelled
amazing; like fresh air and mountain streams and pine trees. Sharp and fresh
and exhilarating.
Her body seemed to come to life in his arms and she began to
explore him, running her seeking fingers over the hard planes of his chest and
back, each touch sending sparks of electricity through her. She was so aroused
and she could feel his response in the firm grip of his hands, his hungry kiss,
and the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her belly. Amanda knew where
this was going and had no doubts it was what she wanted, when unexpectedly he
pulled back, holding her at arms' length, leaving her gasping from the intensity
of their encounter.
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Forbidden
Angel by Megan D. Martin
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When captured by the Nazis, Sarah finds herself in a
concentration camp that not only brings her closer to death...but closer to
love.
Sarah Brenner, a young Jewish woman, is terrified when she
finds herself in the heat of a railcar bound for a work camp in Nazi Germany.
For years she, along with her mother and sister, had hidden from the SS, but no
one could hide forever. Her hatred for those who have enslaved them is
ever-growing, especially when they arrive and she encounters the shockingly
handsome Nazi doctor who can't seem to keep his eyes—or hands—off her.
Aurel Rothstein is not your everyday concentration camp
physician. The endless prisoners and lack of care he's allowed to give have
made him numb to the work he so coveted. It isn't until he comes face to face
with a beautiful prisoner that his heart becomes involved with his job—a
forbidden and fatal move to any Nazi.
When a vile soldier takes direct interest in Sarah, she will
be forced to make a choice that will change her life forever: ignore the pull
toward the handsome doctor or give in to the forbidden passion he awakens with
only a look. Either way they both risk everything...
Excerpt
The doctor was kissing her. She was kissing him back. Sarah
had been afraid when he'd carried her to his office. The word
"experimentation" terrified her, but he did nothing of the sort. He'd
actually fed her and given her some water. He even made her something to take
back to her family. He was being so kind, and when his gaze smoldered and he
said something about inspecting her body, she'd easily melted for him.
There was something wrong with her. She shouldn't be feeling
this way, but the moment his rough hands caressed her achy back, she was lost
to her nerve endings. Never before had she felt such desire from the mere brush
of fingertips against her skin. The pain in her back immediately ceased, and
all she could feel was pleasure.
His kiss was soft and tentative at first, as if he was
afraid he'd scare her away, but she kissed him back and reveled in the groan of
defeat he gave. He ran his hands deliciously over her hardened nipples, teasing
them, tracing where his mouth had kissed just moments before.
He's a bad person, her mind kept trying to tell her,
but she ignored the warning. Something about this man just felt so right.
"What's your name, angel?" he asked as he broke
away from her lips. Did he just call her angel? She pondered this pet name for
a moment before he leaned in and nipped her neck.
"Mmm, I'm no angel." She truly wasn't. She was
selfish just like any other person.
"Yes, you are, angel. Your name?"
"Sarah," she murmured as he traced his tongue
along her sensitive collarbone. Never in her life had anything felt this good.
She'd been with one man before they stopped going into public. She didn't
dislike the sexual acts she explored with him, but they felt like nothing
compared to this.
"If I am an angel, then so are you." Sarah
temporarily forgot his actions outside of this room, the other things he did.
Only an angel could bring forth sensations this exquisite.
"No, that I am not." His voice rumbled like a
hurricane.
"Okay, a dark angel then, but still an angel."
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For
the Love of Mutt by Doris O'Connor
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A homeless shelter at Christmas may seem an odd place to
find one's soul mate, but love knows no boundaries—or does it?
Anja has grown fond of the wolf-like dog hanging around the
shelter. With her soon to be ex -boyfriend putting pressure on her, her canine
friend proves to be more reliable than any human could ever be. If only he were
more than just a dog.
Helping others is not always easy to do, unless Ethan can do
so undercover. However, hiding your true self brings problems of its own.
Finding a mate had not been in Ethan's plan of action, but Anja's easy
acceptance of Mutt breaks through all of his defenses.
The problem is he is not what he seems, and will his
deception by proxy prove the end of them before they even have a chance at
love?
Excerpt
"Shower, you say?"
Anja released the breath she'd been holding and nodded.
"I guess that would be a good idea."
"You think? What did you do? Roll in dung?" She
slammed her hand on her mouth in horror at her insensitivity, but he just
laughed, and murmured something she couldn't quite catch.
"Is everything all right, my dear?" Mary asked.
"Yes, fine. I was about to show him where the showers
are. So if you follow me..."
She weaved her way through the throng of people, out into
the corridor, and up the steep stairs leading up to the second floor. She
didn't need to look over her shoulder to know that he was following her, so
aware was she of his presence. The wooden stairs creaked under her feet, yet he
didn't make a sound despite his much heavier frame, his footfalls as light and
graceful as a predator's. She stopped at the top of the stairs and watched his
silent approach. Again she was struck by the contradiction between his
appearance and his commanding presence. A presence that had her leaning towards
him, even as her nose protested at the noxious fumes coming off his clothing.
She stepped to the side as he came close and gestured toward
the door to the shower units. "Showers are in there. I'll see whether I
can find you something fresh to wear. Mary just had a new batch of donated
clothes in."
She risked a peek at his face and promptly wished she
hadn't. The quiet intensity with which he was studying her did strange things
to her equilibrium. She leaned against the wall for some support and breathed a
sigh of relief when he smiled, turned, and walked through the open door towards
the showers all lined up against the wall. He shrugged out of his jacket as he
went and even though she knew he would see her staring if he turned around, she
couldn't quite get her feet to move. He discarded the jacket on the floor and
toed out of the sorry excuse for shoes he was wearing. The muscles in his back
bunched and moved as he made short work of his trousers and Anja barely
suppressed a gasp. He wasn't wearing any underwear and he had the most perfect
male ass she'd ever had the good fortune to ogle. And Anja was no stranger to
ogling. The internet was a wonderful thing, after all.
He was surprisingly clean under the clothes. She heard him
whistle as he turned the water on and stepped under the stream. Rivulets of
dirt created an intricate pattern on his broad back as the filth washed out of
his hair and ran down his torso, over the slim hips, trim ass, and powerful
thighs, then down toward the tiled flooring of the wet room. He reached for one
of the shower gels stacked along the wall and proceeded to lather up his hair.
When he turned around Anja prepared herself to flee, but his eyes were closed,
and she stood frozen to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away as he soaped up
his body. She followed the movement of his hands with her eyes, and bit her lip
when he reached his cock. Thick and long, it hung semi-erect between his legs
and hardened under his ministrations.
Groaning, he cupped his shaft. He spread his legs and
started pumping in earnest, putting one hand against the wall for support.
Faster and faster that hand moved and Anja rubbed her thighs together at the
answering ache in her pussy. Who'd have thought that watching a man jack
himself off would be such a turn-on? His face contorted as though in pain, his
balls drew up, and his thighs shook, until finally with a roar of completion he
shot his load into the streaming water and sagged back against the wall.
And still, she couldn't bring herself to move. Now that he
was washed free of the grime, she could admire the powerful angles of his face.
His shoulder-length hair stuck to his skin and his full lips, partially hidden
by his goatee, opened in a fanged smile. A smile she had seen countless times
in his other form.
The room spun and this time Anja couldn't hide her gasp when
he opened his eyes and he stared straight at her. Mutt's golden eyes glowed and
the man's growl traveled across the distance separating them, as he grabbed a
towel and stalked toward her.
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An
Angel for the Tree by Shelli Rosewarne
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Daniel is a modern day Scrooge, but when a beautiful angel
shows up on his doorstep can he believe in a Christmas miracle?
Daniel Everett is having a bad day. Firstly, it's almost
Christmas and he's convinced Scrooge had the right idea in the first place.
Secondly, his latest nanny has left him to cope alone with his five year old
daughter—and quite frankly he would rather deal with several cut-throat mergers
before breakfast than one small child.
When the beautiful Laurel shows up on his doorstep she's a
gift from heaven—literally! Unbeknown to him, Laurel is a real life angel and
his carefully ordered life is about to be turned upside down. She's determined
to help Daniel feel again and to reconnect with his daughter.
What neither of them bank on is the sparks that fly between
them. As Laurel starts to thaw Daniel's icy exterior. Can he learn to trust
again and start to believe in the impossible, and can they ever overcome the
obstacles of coming from two separate worlds?
Excerpt
He was aimlessly roaming round the kitchen when the doorbell
rang. Daniel froze. He wasn't expecting anyone, he never had business meetings
at the house and he sure as hell didn't have personal visitors here. A frown
crossed his face as he strode through the house, flung open the front door, and
felt his breath hitch.
The woman standing there was stunning. Her hair was
burnished gold, tumbling in thick curls. Her face had that rare kind of
classical beauty, and her eyes were an unusual deep violet that almost looked
like it couldn't be real. She was tiny and slender, but the belted coat she
wore against the now heavy snow hinted at lush curves. She smiled at him, and a
dimple peaked from her left cheek. Christ, she must be lost. Maybe a model.
He'd dated some models in his time and while she didn't have the stick-thin
figure that seemed to be in fashion at the moment, she put them all to shame.
"Daniel Everett?" Her voice was low, husky and
Daniel was shocked to feel a surge of desire shoot through him.
'That's me," he replied, brisker then he'd intended,
and the light in her eyes faded a little.
"I'm Laurel." She held out her hand and Daniel
took it before thinking better of it.
The minute their palms touched he felt a jolt of electricity
and jerked back as though she'd burnt him. He saw the brilliant eyes widen in
shock and for a moment she looked uncertain, biting down on her lower lip,
which only made his gaze attach to it more. He shook himself. Christ it must
have been a while since he'd got laid if he was reacting like this to some
random, albeit gorgeous, woman who showed up on his doorstep.
"So, what can I do for you?" He tried to make
himself sound casual, but was well aware it didn't seem to be working.
She started slightly, as though she'd needed to collect
herself, and those luminous eyes met his again. "I believe you need some
help with your daughter."
Complete relief flooded through him, and he almost sagged
from it. "You're from the agency? I thought they couldn't find anyone for
at least three days? You know what, never mind, come in, please."
Daniel was almost giddy. Now he didn't need to try and
negotiate the minefield that was his daughter—he could get back to work without
distractions. As that thought crossed his mind he paused and eyed the new
nanny. Was the cure going to be more of a distraction? He dismissed the
thought. While he might know nothing about kids, he knew lots about women. The
over-the-top reaction was just due to the stressful day and the fact he hadn't
had a woman for a while. It would surely be simple enough to avoid her anyway.
God knows he'd never had much to do with any of Rachel's nannies before.
"Come in," he repeated. "I'll introduce you
to Rachel."
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Tree
Change by Tea Cooper
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Forced to choose between the world she wants and the man she
loves, Cassia opts for fame and fortune. But it's not enough—one taste and
she's hooked again...
Despite her success in the Sydney art world, Cassia yearns
for the idyllic life she once lead with Jake in their shack overlooking the
Pacific Ocean. Seeking closure she falls, like an addict, straight back into
his arms, and out again equally quickly. Not only has he taken up with his
brother's wife, but it seems they have a child.
Truth is, Jake's living a lie, sworn to secrecy, and
hamstrung by the debt he owes his estranged family. But one glimpse of Cassia
and he knows he cannot live without her. Her fey, artistic character and
magical body possess his imagination and his heart. Can he convince her to
trust him long enough to save the crumbling remains of their relationship?
Excerpt
She dismissed his words with a wave of her hand, but her
eyes betrayed her. He knew her too well. The burn of hurt behind their velvety
depths had nothing to do with the here and now, but everything to do with what
had gone before. His fault. Lyle's fault. No one's fault. Just circumstance.
"No, no, I'm not. I need answers, and I need them now.
I can't go on like this. Either we are together or we are not. You have to make
a choice: Madeleine or me. I can't be a convenience you can pick up and put
down as the mood takes you."
"My feelings for you, Cass, are a million things, but
convenient isn't one of them." He shook his head in sorrowful disbelief.
How could she not recognize the bond they had?
"Madeleine?" Her raised eyebrows challenged him.
"Right now I can't explain what happened with
Madeleine, but her safety is paramount."
Her body shuddered as if she were trying to lift a great
weight. What was he doing to her? Madeleine, Madeleine, always Madeleine.
"I can't do this again, Jake. I need to go home."
Jake slipped her cardigan over her frail shoulders and then
stepped back to allow her to lead the way past the bar and up the narrow stairs
to street level.
He unlocked the car door and held it open. Her skirt caught
on the ribbons of her espadrille. As he leaned down to untangle them, she
flinched. He closed the car door with exaggerated care and walked around to the
driver's door and let himself in. He clicked his seat belt into its clasp
before he twisted the key in the ignition. The engine sprang to life, and he
pulled out into the darkened street.
"You have to trust me, Cass. I know it is difficult,
but you just have to trust me and wait. Everything will be sorted out
soon."
Her sigh filled the car. "Jake, I can't. How can I?
I've tried and look where we've ended up. Me in Sydney, and you living with
your brother's girlfriend."
"Wife," he corrected, regretting the word the
moment it left his lips.
