Fiona McGier, EroticRomance Author

August 23rd, the last day of the party, my 1st (of 4) Minnesota Romance is featured--the steamy romance one reviewer called "the best book of the year! For the Love of His Life is about a Hollywood action movie star, who is sent up to the remote Grand Marais, MN (my fave area to camp!) to be taught how to acclimate to nature by the director's cousin--a tall, blonde who taught her cousin what he now wants her to teach his newest star--if they can keep him off drugs and out of jail! Can he show he's really got acting ability, that even he doubts he has? And is there any hope for a relationship with the woman he insulted after she refused his initial clumsy pass at her, by calling her "fat?" Will she ever believe a man who "lies for a living?"
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/guest-blogs/lasr-anniversary-scavenger-hunt-for-the-love-of-his-life-by-fiona-mcgier/

And remember, you have to answer questions on the 2 Rafflecopters, to be entered into the contests to win $100 gift cards to either the big A or Barnes and Noble. You can buy a whole lotta eBooks with that much moola! Good luck everyone, and enjoy reading!

​http://www.longandshortreviews.com/guest-blogs/lasr-anniversary-scavenger-hunt-when-a-wolf-howls-by-fiona-mcgier/

​Today the first book of my Northwest Maine Academy series about a high school run by and for werewolves, is featured on the Anniversary site. When a Wolf Howls introduces the world of werewolves as I imagine them to be--which means there's a scientific cause for how they came to be--it's just a matter of finding it. Luckily the heroine, Saoirse McCall, is a biologist who becomes a science teacher at the academy. The principal who hires her is way more sexy than a boss should be--he's also a werewolf whose wolf has told him that she's their mate. How can he tell her how he feels without telling her about his dual nature? And will she accept him, or will the scientist in her run away from "the crazy man?"

Note that this book, as well as my other books published by Extasy, are all half-price for now, so you can get this one and the sequel, Worth the Wait,(with 4 steamy romances,) both sagas of over 300 pages, for only $2.50@!
https://www.extasybooks.com/when-a-wolf-howls

This month's Steam blog is from the second of my werewolf sagas, Worth the Wait. It's now half-price at my publisher's site only, but that means you get 4 steamy romances for only $2.50!

One of the romances involves Grant, a shifter from Canada, who was a bit-player toward the end of the first book, When a Wolf Howls--which is also only $2.50 now. In this book, Grant has taken a temporary position at the Northwest Maine Academy because his wolf told him when he was last there, that the beautiful black wolf he saw is their mate. But Grant has no idea what she looks like as a human. He discovers she's regal and gorgeous, but has three kids by her previous husband, who was the leader of a pack until he was killed in a challenge, and she had to run off with her kids to keep them safe. Now she's the number 2 security person, and has no interest in a new man. Her wolf, however, has other ideas. 

Once their wolves mate, Grant has to convince her that he's the right man for her also. He starts by easing her nerves with a backrub.
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"And now the man is hoping that he will be as able to please his human mate, as his wolf was able to please her wolf."
     Monique spoke quietly, the sharing of her inner fears easier when she wasn't looking into his eyes.
     "I'm worried that I might disappoint you because I've only been with one man. Tim and I learned together how to please each other. But my experience stopped abruptly five years ago. There has been no other man for me. Until now."
     Grant was quiet, not touching her. She feared that she'd ruined the moment.
     Then he spoke, gently but firmly. "There is no possible way that you could ever disappoint me. Just being able to touch you like this, is an honor."
     "Then if it's all right with you, I'd like to turn around now, and have you pay some attention to the front of me."
     As she rolled onto her back, she saw admiration and love in his eyes, and her fear melted away, along with the towel that she resolutely tossed onto the floor.
     He lay next to her, resting his head on his arm that was curled up and over them. His other hand began to explore her, touching her lightly, making her jump and twitch. He lowered his head to kiss her lips. His tongue traveled down to her neck, then to her left breast, which was closest to him. He began to lick at it, warm swirls of tongue massage that made her gasp with pleasure. His lips attached themselves to the wider areola and he created suction, while his tongue flicked repeatedly, making her begin to thrash her hips around. Then he moved to the other breast and repeated his pattern.
     "Please..." Monique whispered.
     He raised his head to stare at her, his hand now exploring lower, tickling her navel, before he rubbed some of her moisture forward, to bathe her nub in it, so that the friction he was creating became a pleasurable torture, as she jerked her hips forward, trying to get his fingers into just the right position.
     "Is this what you want, my love?" he asked as he moved his fingers ever so slightly. "Or is this?"
     He found the right spot and Monique raised her hips up off the bed as she came with a cry, shuddering and trembling. His fingers now entered her, as his thumb continued to tickle her clit. He brought her close to another climax, then pulled his thumb back.
     She reached one hand down to touch him, and was gratified by how hard he was, obviously as excited as she was. She explored the length of him, from the wide head, down the silky shaft, to the root of him. Her fingers touched his sac, fingering his balls, and with an unintelligible oath, he moved himself over her.
     "I won't last long, this first time. I've fantasized about this moment for far too long," he said as he rotated his hips to coat himself with a combination of their love juices.
     He pushed forward and the tip of his cock entered her.
     She gasped, the stretching sensation unfamiliar, yet pleasurable, as her hips began to move of their own accord. She rolled them, helping him to create room in her, for the rest of his hardness.
     With a groan, he pushed himself forward, not gently anymore, but forcefully. She moaned, as she felt her inner muscles react to him, clenching him, releasing him, only to squeeze tightly around him again.
     He pulled himself back and their hips began to move in tandem, as he pushed himself forward, and pulled back again. Monique stopped thinking about what she was doing, and lost herself in the sensations of pleasure that swept across her entire body. Her nipples were tight beads that reacted to the silky hair on his chest each time he slammed himself into her.
     Once again, she moved herself, to get him into just the right position. Just a little bit more to the right, just...just...there!
     With a scream, she came, the muscles of her inner wall closing around him like a fist, pushing him over the edge. With a growl worthy of the wolf inside of him, he pushed himself forward one last time, grabbed her hips tightly to hold her against him, and he came. She could feel every jerk, every spurt shooting out of him, as he twitched helplessly on top of her, his hips in spasms of ecstasy.
     She squeezed her eyes shut, watching star bursts on the inside of her eyelids as she came. But as she felt him begin to join her, she opened them briefly. As their eyes met, she saw into his soul. His wolf watched her also, and she knew hers was looking back at him. In that moment, they truly became one. That knowledge, along with his hips jerking madly, sent her off on another round of orgasms that took her breath away.
     With a huge gasp, Grant collapsed on top of her, crushing out what little air she had in her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, and she braced her elbows on the bed, to push him up a little bit.
     "I need--to--breathe,"
     "Sorry. Body--not--working. Can't move just yet."
     She breathed in tiny gasps until he rolled over to lie next to her again. He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head on the closer shoulder, while she idly fingered the long, blond chest hair that had provided her such unexpectedly pleasurable sensations.
     "I know we were mated before," he began, "But did you just feel what I did?"
     She raised her head to look into his eyes. "You mean when our eyes met as we were joined? And I could feel my wolf looking out of my eyes, at your wolf looking with you, out of yours?"
     He nodded.
     She smiled. "More than anything, that's proof that we are meant to be together."
     "You've felt that sensation before?"
     "Yes. But we don't need to keep talking about my late husband. I have a new mate now. And along with that, I have a new life to look forward to."
     "I don't want you to think that I'm threatened in any way, or jealous of him. I know he will always live in your heart, as your first, and the father of your children."
     "But he's gone. That door has closed. And a new future is in front of me. With you."
Copyright, 2020, Fiona McGier

Learn more and get reviews on the page tab above labeled Werewolves. 

Undercover Lovers is the 2nd of my female spy novels. It's widely available, but during the month of July, if you buy directly from Smashwords, it's free!
The characters from the first book, Secret Lover, make a reappearance in the 2nd half of the book. Ameena is the heroine here, an ex-agent who left when she was captured and tortured by a lunatic who was hunting, torturing and killing female agents. She still bears the scars, and the nightmares have never stopped--even two years later. When he escapes from a maximum security prison, her former handler brings 2 agents to meet her--both will be her "shadows" until the Executioner is stopped--one during the day, the other at night. The day man is a young, sexy, blond Hispanic man who pursues her ardently, but she repeatedly turns him down. The night man is the tech/planner, and he's her age, having been with the agency as long as she was. When she has to attend a weekend bash at a music video producer's estate, she chooses the dark-haired tech man to accompany her. This scene is where she reveals to him just why she chose him.
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Many hours later they were on the dance floor, swaying to the sound of an eighties love song, filled with sexual longing, being sung live.
   Adam had his arms around Ameena's waist, and she had her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands clasped together behind his neck. He lifted his head from inhaling the fragrance of her hair to incline his head towards the stage at the far end of the hall. "Is that really him?"
     Ameena smiled. "Who do you think got him his start, helping him along to pop stardom? Of course it's him. He's repaying Eddie-G by singing karaoke at his party."   
     "Is it still karaoke if you were the original artist who recorded the song?"        They smiled at one another.
      Ameena shrugged. "Who knows?"
     They went back to swaying, each lost in their own thoughts.
    Ameena took a deep breath and looked up and into Adam's eyes. They looked unfocused, as if his thoughts were far way. It's now or never. I have to tell him about it. I hope he's not upset. Ameena lifted her head up and gently kissed him on the chin. "There's something I have to tell you, Adam. I should have told you on the way, but I was waiting for a good time." She smiled nervously.
     Adam shook his head to clear it, so he could concentrate on her words. "What?"
     "You've seen all of the cameras all over the place, right?"
  Adam nodded. "You said he had twenty-four-seven surveillance everywhere."
     "Yes. But part of the reason he has cameras all over, is because he's a voyeur. He likes to watch his guests enjoying themselves."
     Adam nodded again. "Not surprised at that. He's made his living filming other people."
   Ameena took another deep breath. "I don't think you get the full implications here, Adam. He expects all of his guests to really give him something to watch. You know--to entertain him, even after you're gone. It's part of the gift that he requires from everyone. We all know what's expected."
     Comprehension was beginning to dawn on his face.
     Ameena continued talking quickly. "I got away without having to perform for him last year, because I came alone to the party. He offered me one of his boys. But when he wouldn't take no for an answer, I finally had to show him my scars. They were fresher and nastier-looking then. I explained them by saying that I had just recently ended a BDSM relationship that had gotten out of hand, and that I needed time to recover. I promised him I'd give him a show he'd never forget this year." She watched his eyes widen as he realized the full ramifications of her words.
     "But it was supposed to be Tomás that came with you here. Wasn't it?"
     Ameena shrugged, as she smiled seductively at him. "Remember I said there were a couple of reasons that I wanted it to be you?"
     He nodded. "Because I was the one who was used to being awake all night."
     She leaned in closer to him, to whisper into his ear. "The other reason was that I don't want him in my bed. I want you."
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Adam listened to the sound of the blood pulsing through his body, as it all rushed to stretch the skin of his already-hardened cock, to its breaking point. He wondered briefly if it was possible for it to explode from engorgement. He had stopped breathing--stopped dancing--stopped blinking. He was barely capable of thinking. Me? She wants me? Me!
     Ameena had begun loosening his tie, and her fingertips caressed the skin of his neck. She traced from his chin around to his ears, then pressed gently against the nape of his neck, to get him to lower his head enough for her to press her lips against his. They both leaned into the kiss, as every inch of their bodies pressed together. His hands kneaded the back of her hips, as he ground himself into her. He heard a low groan, and realized it had come from him. "When?"
     She looked into his eyes.
     He knew their clear blue would be cloudy with passion.
     Her lips curved into a smile. "Now is good for me!"
     He only nodded, having temporarily lost the ability to speak coherently.
   Ameena took his hand and led him out of the ballroom and into the hallway. 
Copyright 2020, Fiona McGier
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Learn more about this book and find links to reviews on the Spies tab above, and on the Smashwords page for this book. 
Undercover Lovers includes my first attempt at a menage scene, but I had to keep it true to the characters and how they would act. 
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3 other books are also free during the month of July. And if you want more of Tomás, the younger man in the triad of Undercover Lovers, you can read about his falling for the woman strong enough to capture him, in No More Secrets, book 4 of my Minnesota Romances--which is on sale during July for half-price, so only 99¢!

I'm sorry to have to report that I'm dealing with a medical problem that's been taking up much of my time. I've told a few authors who have become friends while we've been publishing and vying for the same readers, and have been gratified by the support. Romance-landia is a very accepting place, despite the stereotype of women not encouraging other women. Please know I will put some of my books on sale--some free--on Smashwords during their yearly July sale. This is my page, which will take you to the list of my books, so you can see which ones are on sale. ​https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/fionamcgier
Happy reading and enjoy your summer!

Welcome to our August edition of the MFRW Steam blog hop! This is where romance authors who write on the steamier side, share some of their hotter excerpts. This is my latest book, a paranormal suspense novel that also includes a steamy romance. But first the heroine and hero have to solve an old murder, and bring the guilty man to justice--as administered by the unseelie! 

Blurb: Naomi, a romance author with anxiety attacks, seeks help from an experimental dream therapy. The doctor's grad student assistant is a sexy Scotsman in a kilt. Their tentative relationship spirals out of control when they get close to the truth. Can their relationship survive? Will they?  

Set-up for excerpt: This is after they've discovered the incident that caused her anxiety. Will is no longer the grad student assistant for the analyst she was seeing. So finally, they can act on mutual desires they've both been keeping in check. They're going to her apartment after having had an excellent dinner. Now for the dessert!

Naomi’s nerves were thrumming with anticipation. She could feel her nipples beading against the dress, the silky feel of the fabric only enhancing their sensitivity. She could feel the moisture leaking between her legs. The ride to her floor seemed to take forever. Finally, they got off and walked quickly to her door.
     She fumbled with the lock but finally got the door open. She fell through it with Will right behind her. She turned to shut and lock the door.
     Will moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, “At last, Ah’ve got you to mysel’. Ah’ve been waiting for this since the first time Ah saw you.” His tongue explored the taste of her skin before he nipped at her earlobe.
     Naomi was trembling, shivering through arousal so intense she wasn’t sure she’d be able to speak. She drew in a long breath. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you in your kilt that first time.”
     Will backed off, and she turned to feel herself pressed against the door, Will’s arousal hard against her, as his lips crushed hers. He drew back to lick at her lips, and she opened for him with a sigh. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she reveled in the feeling of being consumed by him, as well as by her own passion. Their tongues dueled, caressing each other, exploring the taste of each other.
     Will ran his hands down from her waist to her hips, then pulled her even more tightly against his erection, causing her to rub herself against him and moan.
     Naomi’s hands were on his shoulders before moving up his neck to play with the hair on his nape. She tugged on it, and he groaned.
     Will drew his face back to rest his forehead against hers as he stared into her eyes.
     She felt a sudden terror when his eyes appeared to be black again. Then she looked more closely to see the corona of light blue that surrounded his hormonally-enlarged pupils.
     He looked drugged as he asked in a rasp, “Bedroom?”
     She smiled seductively. “Come with me.”
     “You first.” He smiled. “But aye, Ah was plannin’ on that, too.”
   She giggled, then took his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom.
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Note: If I get at least 10 comments (not counting my own replies), I'll raffle off a copy of the ebook of Gaelic Magic!

My first book that features a Scottish hero! (Sorry Dad!)

Yes readers, me late faither was from Glesga--crossed the pond to become a USA citizen, because he wanted to live more freely than he could under a monarchy. Plus he loved jazz and blues, and didn't like having to pay the import fees for his music! For years I refused to even read, let alone write, a romance with a Scottish hero--the accent says to me, "Hello, Dad." LOL!

But as many of my stories do, this one came to me in a dream. and I knew the hero had to be from Scotland--Glasgow to be exact, since that's the language and the slang I'm familiar with. So here it is!

Blurb: ​Naomi is a romance novelist. Her best-selling series is about a Scottish Thane from the past. Her other series is about a female spy. When Naomi has anxiety attacks, she seeks help from an experimental dream therapy. The doctor warns her she'll have him in her head, watching as she remembers scenes from her life. She laughs and warns him about the other voices who live in her head, always telling her their life stories. His assistant, Will, wears a kilt to meet her for the first time. They both fight their initial attraction, but it grows stronger. Finding out that Will is the seventh son of a seventh son is an amusing detail, until they discover that the unseelie have taken up residence in his head--but he has no idea why, or what they want him to do, to get them to leave. When Naomi and Will get close to the reason for her anxiety attacks, she realizes she could be in danger. Will their relationship survive? Will they? 
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Set-up for excerpt—Naomi is having coffee in a place on the campus, near where she’s been going for her dream therapy. When she sees Will, the sexy young Scotsman who is the grad student helping her doctor, she waves him over to sit with her as they drink their lattes. She wants to date him but knows they can’t—not until her therapy is over.    
“The kilt you were wearing the first time I met you didn’t look that heavy.”
“Ach, that’s true. But Ah was wearin’ what the website called an everyday kilt, made of a polyester and wool blend. So it wasnae as heavy as a traditional kilt. It also wasnae the Hamilton tartan neither.”
“Oh, that’s right. Every clan has a tartan of their own, right?”
“Aye, lassie. And some of the larger clans, like the Stewarts or the McDonalds, have more than one tartan, depending on which branch of the clan ye were descended from.”
“But your family, the Hamiltons, only has one tartan?”
He nodded. “Aye. It’s a red dominant, with three stripes o’blue close together and a thinner white stripe.”
“I’d love to see you in your full formal dress wearing your proper tartan kilt. I’ll bet you really look good in it.”
Will’s blush darkened, which was made all the more visible by his very pale skin.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Was that too personal of a comment to make to someone I’m just having coffee with? I told you I really loved the Scottish culture when I was there. That is, after all, how I got the ideas for my very first book I had published. And where I got the idea for Laird Duncan MacLeod.”
Will’s lips twitched again. “But, lassie, if it’s cold enough to be wearin’ the kilt, ye’d be a fool to go bare-chested, wouldn’t ye?”
Naomi smiled back at him. “I suppose so. But it’s a romance novel, dude. We women aren’t as visual as you men are, but we still like to look at a well-built man’s chest. In fact, that’s probably why your mom and sisters read my books. There’s always a sexy man on the cover. Gives them someone to fantasize about while they read.”
“And yer no embarrassed about the view into yer mind that ye give to yer readers?”
Naomi sat back, her eyes widening. “What do you mean?”
Will shifted around as if suddenly uncomfortable. “Well, Ah havenae read any of yer books, but Ah’ve paged through them when Ah found them lyin’ aroon the hoose. They’re, uh, explicit.”
Naomi felt her lips twitching now. “Of course they are! That’s what most romance readers want. They want to be swept off their feet by a romantic hero who falls so deeply in love with the heroine that he’ll do anything to protect her, or to win her love, if she’s hard to convince. And when they finally do get to fall into bed, the whole idea is to satisfy the readers as much as the characters.”
Warming to her topic, Naomi continued. “And what few men seem to realize is that they don’t have to ask that perennial question anymore about what it is that women want. All they have to do is pick up a romance novel, preferably one of mine, and read it. That will tell them all they need to know about how to satisfy a woman.”
Will blushed again, an even darker shade of red.

Available for a few days, only from my publisher: 
www.extasybooks.com/coming-soon/Gaelic-Magic

Soon to be out at all of the usual sites. Get your copy now, and heat up your summer!

Welcome to the July Steam blog hop put on by MFRW writers. These excerpts will all be extra-steamy, so have a fan and cold drink handy!

Since July is the month for the Smashwords summer sale, all of my self-pubbed books there are on sale. For the Love of His Life is the start of my Minnesota Romances, it's a FREE download this month. But the second story, Only One May Will Do is half-price, so only 99¢! Find more info on both books--www.fionamcgier.com/loveofhislifeonlyoneman.html

Blurb for Only One Man Will Do:
Alexandra is a businesswoman on weekdays, but on weekends she's a biker queen who has never been satisfied with just one man.  He's an ex-KGB agent not willing to share.  What starts as a fling gets serious quickly, before it turns deadly. How far is he willing to go to keep her to himself?

Excerpt set-up:
Dmitri is adding a new layer of seduction to further his goal of making Alexandra realize she doesn't need her other men anymore--he can be every man she needs. They were at her father's country club tonight, so both are very dressed up. She wants it hard and fast. But Dmitri wants to show her he can be gentle and loving as well. 
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Dmitri inclined his head towards her feet. "Your feet must be aching in those strappy stiletto heels. I wondered why you were almost taller than me while we were dancing. What are they? Three--four inches?"
   "Three and a half. And yes, my feet are killing me!"
   "Then why wear them?"
   She had moved slowly up to the headboard where Dmitri was leaning back against it, admiring the view. She stretched out one leg and the dress draped back along her thighs, showing him the garters that he already knew would be there, along with a glimpse of the expanse of very white skin that was her upper thighs.
   Dmitri sucked in a breath as he wrestled control away from his rigid cock.
  Trying to force his hand, Alexandra casually let one hand move up his thigh. He suddenly pushed himself up to stand, then moved to the end of the bed, to sit closer to her feet.
   As her face set into a pout, she answered him. "Why? So it will make my legs look sexy--duh! Why do I wear garters when they sometimes dig into my thighs? Same reason."
   "And you are so right, Sashka," Dmitri murmured softly, as he removed one of her shoes, tossing it to the floor, before he began to rub her foot. His fingers massaged her arches, then moved up to the front pad of her foot, then onto her toes, making her giggle. Then he moved back to the arch and concentrated on upwards movements that made her moan with pleasure.
   "I am?" She said in a dreamy voice. "That feels so good! The only way I ever get foot rubs is when I pay for a pedicure. And that's over too quickly. You're taking your time and rubbing right where it hurts--aaah. Don't stop."
   He continued to pamper her foot, slowly beginning to include her ankle and calf in the deep-muscle massage.
   "Yes," he continued in a low tone. "Your legs were the first things that made me realize I wouldn't be able to hurt you to get you to behave. They convinced me that I would have to use more--ah--gently persuasive methods with you. And that would have to involve getting you naked as soon as possible, so I could plunge my cock into you repeatedly until I'd had my fill. Which hasn't happened yet, by the way. It might not ever happen. Not when you show off your legs with garters that end in the creamy white thighs of a natural redhead. I can't resist you."
   Dmitri bent his head to gently kiss her knee as he undid the garters on that leg and rolled the stocking down to toss it aside to join her already discarded shoe. He traced a path with his tongue from her knee up the front of her thigh, then moved to the inside of her thigh and continued to kiss his way up. He inhaled deeply once he was near the furry juncture between her legs, and smiled at her as she looked down, regarding him from between half-closed eyelids.
   "You are beautiful to look at. Your smell is irresistible.  And your taste?" He shuddered, making it obvious that he was having difficulty keeping himself under control.
   "Then don't wait." Alexandra held out her arms in an invitation.
   Dmitri shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "You have another foot that needs my tender loving care." He moved back down to the foot of the bed again, removing her other shoe, to repeat the massage that had given her such exquisite relief on the first foot.
    Alexandra sighed with pleasure.
   "Yes," Dmitri continued. "I've always had a thing for redheads. And for women with gorgeous legs. Combine those two and I'm in deep trouble."
   Alexandra opened her eyes to watch him intently as he moved her up other leg.
    "So it was my legs you noticed first? Not my enormous tits? How? My girls are the first part of me that enters a room. I was self-conscious about them for years, until I realized just how easily I could get a man to do anything I wanted him to, if he thought I would let him grope them."
   Dmitri was already undoing the garters and kissing her second knee as he pulled the second stocking down. "Not me. I mean, I like tits. I'm a man. The nipples are the best part, and yours are almost more than a mouthful. They're also responsive as hell." He bent his head lower and inhaled again, this time pushing her dress up to her belly, so he could trace with both hands a path along her hips, while his thumbs massaged her inner thighs. He undie her garter belt, and it joined the other discarded clothing on the floor.  He gently nipped at the tender skin at the crease of her upper thigh, and her hips pushed forward as she jumped in surprise.
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Only 99¢ to read the many ways he uses to convince her he's the only man she will ever need from now on!

​www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/48042

My next book will be out on July 21st, but my publisher is offering pre-orders now! 
www.extasybooks.com/coming-soon/Gaelic-Magic

Blurb: When romance author Delu Morris is troubled with unexplained panic attacks, she seeks help from a doctor who’s researching dream-therapy. He explains that he’ll accompany her into her dreams to revisit her memories and to try to uncover if an event from her past is causing her trouble now.
His grad assistant is a handsome Scotsman who wears a kilt the first time he meets her. She’s intrigued, but they remain at arms’ distance while he’s a part of her therapy team. When she discovers that only he can make the machine work, he confesses that he’s the 7th son of a 7th son, and the Unseelie are using him for some unknown reason. When he touches the controls, he pushes a wee bit o’ magic into the machine to make it work.
Will they discover together what her long-lost memory is? Or will the guilty person manage to keep her from that discovery—for good?

Read an excerpt on my publisher's blog: 
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