Sneak Peek of Fighting for Brittney Tarpley VFD #5

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Tomorrow is the big day. All six of the Tarpley VFD books will be available for your reading pleasure. Trust me, you're going to want all six of them. Today however, I thought I would share a snippet from Fighting for Brittney. I think you're really going to enjoy it! And if you would like to have it in your hands by midnight tonight, click HERE!

Twice more she returned to the bar for a shot and a beer. Her heart pounded from dancing, and her skin had become slick with sweat. As she waited for her order to be filled, she spied a guy in a Navy uniform at the end of the bar with a group of guys. The width of his back leading to his tapered waist denoted the power hidden beneath the pressed tan dress shirt and dark brown slacks.

As if he felt her staring at him, he turned. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. All the spit in her mouth dried up. Her heart skipped a beat. The man was sex on a stick. His dark-brown eyes ate her up while the corner of his mouth kicked upward in a sinfully delicious smirk. He ran his tongue over his full bottom lip before pushing off the side of the bar and started for her.

Brittney's breath came in soft pants. Her skin heated as a tingle of arousal slid down her spine. This guy had danger written all over him. If she'd been smart, she'd have told the bartender to send her drinks over to the table and walked away. Instead, she stood there, watching the man she'd been ogling, close the distance between them. She glanced at the nameplate on his shirt. Walsh. Below it was several different colorful bars.

“Do you stare at every man as though you’re about to devour them?” He leaned against the polished teak, holding her gaze. “Or did you just happen to see something you liked?”

She giggled then slapped her hand over her mouth.

He snorted. “My names Dexter.” He held his hand out to her. “But, everyone calls me Dirty-D.”

She placed her hand in his. “Brittney. You can call me whatever you like.” Okay, maybe she didn’t need another beer or shot. She cleared her throat. “Why do they call you Dirty-D?”

He invaded her space. The scent of his spicy cologne left her a bit light-headed and off-balanced—maybe it was the alcohol. “Would you like to find out?”

The silkiness of his words sent a wave of pleasure through her. “You don’t know me.”

“You don’t know me either, princess,” he murmured. “That won’t stop you though.”

Cocky or maybe cocksure, she didn’t know, nor did she care. The way his gaze ate her up, turned her on. “Buy me a drink and maybe?”

He laughed. The deep, rich sound vibrated through her. She closed her eyes and swayed toward him. Did he even realize the potency of his sexual prowess? Did he care? “You’ve got it.”

When the bartender placed her drinks in front of her, Dexter paid. She downed the tequila then took a sip of her beer. He watched her. “So, what do you do?” She tipped her beer toward his uniform.

“Navy Corpsman,” he said. “I tend to the sick and injured.”

Somehow, she didn’t believe that was all he did. “Noble profession. Are you on leave?”

“Ship out tomorrow,” he said. “Going to Afghanistan for a tour.”

Brittney frowned. “Doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

Dexter rolled his shoulders. “Someone has to do it.”

True. She hated war. Hated seeing all the broken and battered soldiers who came home. “Sure.”

“Why are we talking about this shit?” he asked. “We should be having fun.”

New Release ~ Revenge on The Rocks by Jenna Jacobs

When Gina Scott kicks the town bully out of her bar, Nate Grayson glimpses the fragile woman under her tough façade. Though he wants her, she’s twelve years his senior. She’ll never take him seriously, right? Wrong. That night after closing, he loses his virginity—and his heart—to her. Since they live in a small town and tongues wag, Gina insists they keep their relationship a secret. He agrees…for a spell. But six months later, Nate is ready to tie the knot.

After an abusive marriage, Gina Scott diligently protected her jaded heart for a decade. But after just one night, Nate burrows under her defenses. He might be inexperienced, but he’s all Alpha and more than capable of turning her inside out. She aches to surrender her heart and say yes to their future…but she’s keeping a dark secret—one that would destroy the happily ever after Nate deserves. She resolves to enjoy their shared pleasure for as long as it lasts while bracing for the day he walks away.

But before he can convince Gina they belong together, an evil from her past unleashes his terrible revenge. Will she ever have the chance to tell Nate that she’s been in love with him all along?

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USA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.

A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her alpha-hunk husband live in Kansas. She loves reading, getting away from the city on the back of a Harley, music, camping, and cooking.

Meet her wild and wicked fictional family in Jenna’s sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Become spellbound by searing triple love connections in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts and heal their scars to discover unbridled love and devotion in her contemporary series: Passionate Hearts. Or laugh along as Jenna lets her zany sense of humor and lack of filter run free in the romantic comedy series: Hotties of Haven.

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Warning: This isn't your momma's vampire romance. It's not Twilight or the Shade, either. It's Blood Courtesans: Luxury, fast cars, adventure, whirlwind romance and cold, hard fangs. Got blood? 

REVEALED by Michelle Fox:  My target is a vampire with a name fit for a Greek God--Zopyros Persopoulos--and he looks the part too. He runs Datagenex and it's his DNA database that will reveal why my blood kills vampires. I just need to get him alone and not fall into that smoldering gaze of his that makes me feel like I'm on fire.

EXPOSED by Gwen Knight: Asher promises that he can help me bring justice to those responsible for my sister's murder. But in exchange, I need to become his courtesan.

COMPELLED by Rebecca Rivard: He's a vampire. She's a slayer. They can't fall in love, can they?

SACRIFICE by Kristen Strassel: Pierce ripped Olivia out of the arms of the coven's biggest enemy. To earn his trust, the newly-turned vampire must serve as his blood courtesan.

ETERNITY by Tami Lund: I was a Blood Courtesans, until my vampire ended our contract and swore to stay away from me forever more. Now I'm in trouble and he's the only one who can help, but will he come? 

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CONCEALED by Rosalie Redd: I'm a new blood courtesan and my first client is a vampire other courtesans avoid. Although Gavin Morris sends a chill down my spine, my shivers aren't from fear...

RELIC  by TL Reeve I never thought I would need a vampire. But, after my mom steals a priceless artifact from the New Orleans Coven, I become a pawn in their dirty game. In order to survive, I have to do the one thing I promised myself I'd never do.

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UNDONE by Skye Jones: I hate rich people and vampires, so when I meet a drop dead handsome man that is both, I want to despise him. But I need his help and put my principals to one side. What starts out as a way of securing my freedom becomes so much more, and soon I'm in too deep mind, body, and soul.

REFRAIN by Susan Griscom: My first Blood Courtesan client turns out to be the man of my dreams, the sexy-as-sin vampire rock star I've lusted after since I was a teen, but he wants nothing to do with me or what I have to offer, but making him accept me may be the only way for me to stay alive.

Excerpt:

I cupped her jaw and held her gaze. “Don’t tempt things.”

Her breath hitched and her pulse quivered under my fingertips. “Why are you trying to scare me?”

I massaged her supple skin, enjoying the way goosebumps spread outward from my touch. “I don't think I frighten you, Miss Young. I believe you're trying to figure out what you want from me.”

Before she can answer, I cover her mouth with mine. The aversion to my touch she'd had days ago, slipped away as she pressed into my body. Her warmth seeped into my cold body, heating me to the point of pain. I spent a lifetime as I am, and no human had ever caused this physical ache until now. She was meant for me and I would show her I was meant for her. I swiped my tongue across hers, addicted to the subtle sweetness of her taste. She moaned, twining her tongue with mine, trying to dictate the pacing.

I wanted to rip the clothes from both of us, take her to bed and swallow her screams. I wanted to drink down her blood and revel in it. I ripped my mouth from hers, then kissed a path down her neck to where her heartbeat throbbed against the thin strip of skin. I could hear the whoosh of her blood through her veins. It sang to me. Beckoned me to take from her. A sample of things to come, once Cyra agreed to more.

Her fingers curled into my hair. “Do it,” she muttered. “Please.”

Who was I to not give into her demands? “The next time I take from you, we'll be naked and I'll be deep inside you.”

She let out a startled whimper as I dragged my fangs across her neck. She sucked in a breath as I struck, puncturing her flesh. The intoxicating spill of her blood over my tongue would be one I crave for all eternity. She tasted of sin and decadence. Of sunshine and purity. Cyra shook against me, the feminine musk swirling around us grew thicker as she rubbed against me. My cock twitched, and I feared the sensations rolling through me, would lead to embarrassment. It took all of my willpower to not encourage her to continue that sensual glide across my body and to give over to the baser instincts fighting within me for domination. Yet, somehow, I held onto a bit of my humanity and forced down the ill-begotten intentions. I swallowed the sampling of her blood, then pulled back to lick the wound, aiding in her healing. When I glanced up, her eyes were heavy and a small smile formed on her lips. The bite of a vampire can be pleasurable or painful depending on the reasons why we drink. She'd never know pain from me.

I brushed a few strands of her wheat-blonde hair from her face as her eyes fluttered closed. “You are a treasure, Miss Young.”

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