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Captured Box Set, Day 4: The Jaguar’s Rule by T.J. Michaels

Quote+Card+-+TJ+MichaelsHello again Readers! There’s nothing like a sexy exotic adventure to take you away from the doldrums of the day-to-day, so let’s see what we’ve got on the paranormal side of things!

Today we’ll be looking at The Jaguar’s Rule by NYT & USAT bestselling author, T.J. Michaels!

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After an irresistible night of passion with Reya, Aaron James longs to hold her close forever. Little does he know that the tall, sleek beauty has a carnal secret—and he’s the one who needs protection.

Reya Daines has dedicated her life to the conservation of jaguars. With the only bed-and-breakfast at the entrance to Cockscomb Jaguar Sanctuary, she can keep an eye on poachers and still indulge her guests in her first love—scuba diving. But something unusual is happening on the reserve and the big cats are restless. Something has invaded their habitat. And that something wants Reya. Aaron James is a hard nut to crack. A shrewd businessman and always determined to see to his own affairs, he finds he can’t quite take care of things himself after his plane goes down in the jungles of Belize. The woman who rescues him is a loner just like him. But he finds he doesn’t want her to be a loner, unless she’s alone with him. When he learns she’s in danger from the same menace she’s saved him from twice, what’s a determined man to do with an equally stubborn woman?

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Excerpt from Jaguar’s Rule by NYT & USAT Bestselling author, T.J. Michaels

Reya followed Dr. Matons out of her bedroom and closed the door with a quiet snap. After brewing herself a cup of tea, she joined her old friend out on the screened veranda and plopped down in her favorite plastic patio chair. The smell of the passing storm was heavy in the air, along with the scent of charred wood and jet fuel. In spite of the evening’s hair-raising events, she was calm and determined.

Vanilla and clove scented smoke floated up from Dr. Matons’ pipe. She should have never asked her Aunt Sulu to send the stuff. Now the old curmudgeon would never again settle for the local tobaccos.

“Well, our little patient was lucky tonight,” Dr. Matons drawled around his pipe.

“Little patient?” Reya queried with amusement. She was sure she’d never met a man so long his feet practically hung off the edge of her bed, or a more muscularly perfect specimen as the one lying in her bedroom. She and Dr. Matons had spent the past several hours removing glass and plastic from various patches of skin. They’d stitched the deeper cuts across his back, wrapped his chest tightly and cleaned off all the blood. She’d seen every inch of his magnificent body and there was nothing, and she meant nothing, little about him.

“It’s a good thing you were out on patrol when his plane went down. I don’t know if he would have made it otherwise,” the doctor said, blowing out a ring of thick smoke. “He is certainly handsome, as men go.” His eyes crinkled at the sides as he watched her. The old matchmaker. Always looking for someone to pair her up with. Even an unconscious man in serious condition.

When she didn’t answer but stared out into the night, he continued. “I gave him a strong painkiller, but he’s not out of the woods. Do you mind if I sleep here so I can check on him during the night?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. Why don’t you take the office? The futon in there is pretty comfy. I’ll take the couch.” Her eyes hadn’t strayed from the tangle of ferns and vines leading into the dark canopy of jungle no more than a hundred yards from her back stairs.

“You’re not planning on going back out in this deluge, are you?”

“The storm is almost past. I’ll be fine. Besides, something weird happened out there tonight. If you’re still awake when I get back, I’ll tell you about it.”

The moon, pale and obscured by dark thunderheads, was the only light shining onto her second-story veranda. Reya unlaced her boots, toed them off and set them beside the screen door that led down the back stairs. Dr. Matons continued to puff on his pipe while she peeled off her tank top and blood-spattered pants, tossed them in a pile and loosely tied a small bundle around her neck.

“Be careful, my dear. Wake me when you return,” Dr. Matons called quietly. Extinguishing his pipe, he rose and slipped through the sliding glass door and into her living room. Reya watched his retreating back until the subtle snap of the office door told her she was alone. Shirt, pants and shoes in a neat pile on the floor, she dropped to her knees. Muscles rippled and bunched as raw power surged through her limbs—heady, thunderous power as her body shortened then stretched. Her tall frame shuddered as thick fur burst through her pores, replacing smooth skin. The cooling breeze ruffled the sleek fur on the tufts of the ears of a black jaguar as she stalked down the stairs and loped into the surrounding jungle.

Captured Box Set, Day 3: Accidental Abduction by Eve Langlais

Quote+Card+-+Eve+LanglaisHello readers and welcome to a story that’s out of this world! So put on your tinfoil hats and look to the skies for Accidental Abduction by NYT & USAT bestseller, Eve Langlais!

 

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Abducted by a space pirate, she fights the temptation to let him plunder her goods

 

A boyfriend’s attempted murder leaves Megan floundering in the ocean. Sinking without hope, the bright light she sees in the night sky isn’t her doorway to heaven, but rather the beginning of her accidental abduction by a space pirate. While thankful of his rescue, Megan stays true to form and just can’t keep her mouth shut, even when he keeps threatening to kill her–or auction her off to the highest bidder. Even odder, despite her decision to not get involved with her wickedly hot captor, she can’t help craving his touch.

 

Tren retired from his job as a mercenary so he could enjoy life, but he never counted on the boredom of normalcy. The acquisition of rare items has somewhat filled the void, but his accidental abduction of an outspoken earthling, who doesn’t know when to shut up, turns his life upside. Her fiery spirit draws him while at the same time drives him insane. Struggling with his urges, he must decide– throttle her barbarian neck or ravish her delectably lush body?

 

Despite what his heart tries to tell him, he’s determined to sell her to the highest bidder even as he seduces her body. However, despite his best intentions, he discovers he can’t let her go. And when a foe from his past thinks to steal her, he’ll do anything to get her back.

 

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Excerpt from Accidental Abduction by NYT & USAT Bestseller, Eve Langlais!

Whole in body, unsure of her spirit, and with more questions than a cop, Megan prowled around the edges of the room, running her hands along the surface looking for a seam or something to press that would allow her to exit. She also really wished she could find something to wear.

Somehow encountering alien life while in the buff didn’t seem like it would put her at an advantage, so when she heard a whisper of sound behind her, she whirled while slapping one hand over her crotch and flinging the other across her boobs.

Given her generous size, that didn’t accomplish much other than make her alien kidnapper open his eyes wide before laughing, an apparently universal sound. “I fail to see the humor,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate you turn around, or even better, run along to fetch me some clothes.”

That shut him up even if he remained facing her. “Xfinewfikagdolpa?” He spoke to her in a guttural tongue that sent shivers dancing along her skin.

She ignored how his voice affected her and concentrated on the fact she didn’t understand a damned thing he said. “I don’t know what the hell you just said, so do you want to try again in English instead of whatever alien language you’re using.” She tapped a bare foot as she glared at him imperiously—naked or not, she refused to show fear even if inside, she quivered at the situation.

He snarled some foreign words before throwing something at her and stalking out of the room.

Fabric hit her as she watched in stunned amazement how the previously unseen door just slid across the opening, leaving the wall seamless again.

Unsure of when the annoyed alien freak would return, she scrambled to get into the clothes, his she surmised judging by the size and style: a white tunic shirt that hung to her knees and pants that hugged her rounded ass but went well past her ankle. She sat down and rolled the bottoms until her feet peeked out. As attire went, she was well covered if braless.

As she waited for the Martian to return, her mind took the time to dissect his appearance properly. First, immense didn’t begin to describe him. The man had to tower over her by at least a foot or more, and at five foot eight, she wasn’t some dainty little flower. And talk about wide.

Holy freaking chest. She had only to look down at the shirt that draped her body to swallow in awe at the width of his torso.Big from muscle or fat? Or does he have like alien parts hidden under there?

She couldn’t deny a curiosity to find out. Ignoring his body for a minute, she thought on his face and the color of his skin. Purple, he’s freaking purple. Not a light pansy violet, but a deep rich mauve that made his almost opaque blue eyes pop. His dark hair, with its slight wave, hung almost to his shoulders, the color matching the neatly trimmed goatee on his square chin. He wore a silver ring in one nostril and another in his arched brow. His lips appeared black, but his teeth gleamed brightly—and pointed. Definitely a carnivore with chompers like that. And when he spoke in that strange gibberish, he’d rumbled low and sexy, a gruff voice to go with his tough ass look. She vaguely recalled calling him Han Solo on crack, but she revised that to

Johnny Depp in his pirate role commuted to space. Dark, dangerous, and wickedly hot looking.

Given his alien characteristics, she had to wonder just what other surprises he hid other than his skin color and teeth, like maybe a forked dick or acidic jizz. She slapped a hand over her mouth before she could giggle aloud, not sure if he or some other E.T. watched her from some hidden camera.

Good looks aside, she wasn’t here on an intergalactic cruise to pick up sexy aliens—even if she couldn’t deny curiosity. She’d narrowly escaped her last lover, and now that she had a second chance at life, she needed to swear off men—even hot space ones—for a while. A long while. Hell, maybe I’ll check out what it’s like on the other side. Maybe I’d have better luck with another woman. The idea didn’t enthuse her. A carpet muncher she was not.

With no warning, the wall slid open again and her dark pirate stepped in, his clear eyes glittering.

He tossed something small at her and she lifted her hands to catch it—and missed. She’d never excelled at sports, outside the bedroom that was. Naked, she could keep up with any skinny bitch.

The little black object clattered to the floor and she heard an exasperated sigh. “Well, excuse me for not being Miss Agile. You try getting almost drowned by your boyfriend, sucked into some spaceship by a tractor beam, and then having some weird machine experiment on you. I guarantee your reflexes would suck, too.”

He didn’t reply, just crossed his arms across his massive chest and inclined his head at the object on the floor. She stooped to pick it up and turned it in her hand, not recognizing the item at all.

“What is it?”

Another sigh sounded followed by movement. She flicked her gaze at him and sucked in a breath as she discovered him coming at her, almost seven feet of bristling, purple alien pirate. In a disgustingly girly reaction, she backed up. He growled, and in reflex, she growled back. Her response made his brows shoot up. She couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face as she threw him off balance.

In a lightning quick move, his hand shot out toward her and she squeaked before she dashed behind the table she’d woken up on.

“Don’t come near me,” she yelled. “You—you giant, purple weirdo.”

“Kddwolsgewo.” He spoke gibberish again and motioned her forward with his hand.

She snorted. Not likely. He snarled, baring his pointed teeth. With nothing to protect herself, she threw the black thing at him. He caught it with a blurring movement of his hand and she gulped.

He displayed remarkable reflexes. He moved around the table, and she shuffled her feet, keeping herself away.

It wasn’t like her to act so cowardly, but truly, the guy—if an alien could be called a guy—was freaking huge, and he didn’t look happy. She screamed when he leapt over the table and snagged an arm around her waist. She continued to shriek and thrash as he whirled her around. He yanked her back into his hard chest, his one arm an immovable anchor around her waist. His other hand fiddled at her ear, and she screamed. “Let go of me you freakish brute.”

“Would you shut up, you annoying female, before I give into my first impulse to kill you.”

As his words penetrated her panic, she stilled, her chest heaving. “I understood you,” she whispered.

“Of course you did, silly human. If you hadn’t panicked, like your kind are wont to do, I would have shown you how to insert the translator yourself.”

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?” she snapped back. “It’s not like I’ve ever met an alien before. In my world, we don’t shove things in people’s ears when we meet them for the first time.”

“Yes, I am well aware of your planet’s barbarian status,” he retorted with a disgusted snort.

“What?” she sputtered. “Look who’s calling the kettle black. I’d say you aren’t that far from caveman status yourself.”

“I knew I should have killed you,” he grumbled from behind her.

It occurred to Megan that perhaps she should shut up for a moment before he acted on his words. The silence, though, made her aware of where she stood, more against whom. Pressed against her back, the alien heated her even through the fabric separating them. The palm pressed against her stomach branded her through the thin linen shirt and held her firmly against him. She wiggled in a sudden attempt to get away, but this served only to have him bring her closer and her eyes widened as she felt something poking her in the back. That better not be what I think it is.

Instead of smartly shutting up, she took in a breath. “Oh, no fucking way. If you think I’m going to service you sexually, you are out of your mind. I don’t bang guys I don’t know, and that goes double for aliens. I don’t care if you accidentally rescued me.”

He thrust her from him and snorted. “You think highly of yourself, female, if you think I would stoop to copulating with your pale form. Your mouth alone is enough to shrivel any man’s cock.”

Megan whirled and planted her hands on her hip. “Pale? I’m the one with some normal color here instead of freaking purple. And I’ll have you know, my mouth has never received any complaints; on the contrary, my oral techniques are well known among my lovers.” When his lips twitched into a partial grin, she grasped what she’d said and red heat rose up her neck to color her cheeks. However, she didn’t cower or run. She stood straighter and faced him with a glare.

“Thank you for advising me of your aptitude. I shall be sure to add it to your list of skills when I auction you off at the first available port.”

And with those words, he whirled on his heel and began walking away.

Auction? Oh, hell no. She steeled herself for battle and took off after him.

*

Tren bristled with anger, not at the Earthling who’d amused him with her brave posturing and inane chattering, but at himself for his interest in finding out just how good her oral skills were.

He had no interest in the barbarian creature. Although, shoving his cock into her chatterbox would at least muffle the sound of her complaining for a while, something his turgid shaft urged him to try.

And there lay another issue—his attraction to her. It didn’t help she’d gone from drowned, wretched looking sea creature to feisty and surprisingly attractive female. Dry, her hair was streaked yellow and brown in a strangely attractive manner and curled slightly. Her backside, which he’d not noticed previously, was round and inviting. As for her two breasted shape, he enjoyed the way her round breasts filled out the fabric of his shirt and how her nipples protruded through the fabric, begging for a mouth to suck them.

No. We do not play with the merchandise. Wait, that applied to virgin stock. From the way this one spoke, she was far from that state. Although, she might end up as frozen food if she keeps haranguing me. She followed close on his heels as he strode away in an attempt to escape her tirade.

“There will be no selling of me and my services,” she screeched from behind him.

Tren ignored her and kept walking. What she wanted didn’t even factor into his decisions.

“Ooh.” Exasperation colored her exclamation, and a moment later, she attacked him, pummeling his back in a fury with her fists.

Seriously? He turned and her blows rained on his rock hard abdomen. He stared down at her while she vented her wrath and only when she slowed did he drawl. “Done yet?”

She raised sparking brown eyes to his, and he couldn’t help notice the pink flush on her cheeks.

He found himself captivated by the redness of her lips, their natural color, he assumed, now that she’d warmed up. He missed seeing her knee, though, which connected with his cock with unerring accuracy.

“Now I am,” she sassed, sounding all too pleased with herself.

Tren gritted his teeth through the burning pain, and before she could inflict more damage, he grabbed her and upended her over his shoulder.

The Captured Box Set, Day 1: Debt of Honor by Opal Carew

Day 1 Opal Carew Hello Readers! For the next 9 days we’ll be showing off the individual stories and works by the authors of the new Captured Box set!

 

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Today we will be looking at Debt of Honour, by the NYT & USAT bestselling author, Opal Carew!

 

Detained by a domineering sheikh for a crime she did not commit…

 

Angelica couldn’t believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to so much trouble. Now she is detained in an exotic country by a devastatingly handsome sheikh… and ends up in his harem.

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Excerpt from Debt of Honor, by NYT & USAT Bestselling Author, Opal Carew

Angelica glanced down at the costume again. It was stunning in royal blue and gold with a gorgeous design formed by the intricate beadwork. The bottom of the bra and the hip band were dripping with beaded fringe. It cascaded from the bra and caressed her bare midriff. She had taken belly dance classes over the past couple of years and had eyed the instructors’ costumes, wishing she could afford one for herself, yet this was more exquisite than any she’d ever seen.

“You like it, yes?” one of the women asked. She seemed to be the one in charge.

“It’s … beautiful.”

The woman took her hand and drew her forward. “Wonderful. The master will be pleased.”

Angelica’s eyes widened. They were taking her to him in this?

When she slowed down, the women gathered around her and kept her moving forward.

“Stop it. I won’t go dressed like this.”

“You must. The master has ordered it.”

They quickly approached the door. Panic flooded through her. She couldn’t.

“I won’t wear this!” She reached behind her back and tried to unfasten the bra, but the unfamiliar closure and the fussing hands of the women prevented her from succeeding. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and tried to pull it forward.

“No, miss. You might rip it,” one panicked woman insisted.

Rip it. That’s exactly what she’d do. She tugged at the straps but they were securely fastened on. She switched to the belt and tugged hard. Despite the women pulling at her arms, she found where it fastened. She realized they had stopped their forward momentum as they struggled with her. She jerked several times until finally, she heard the belt tear, then it fell from her hips.

The women spoke frantically in their own language. Next, she tore at the shimmering, diaphanous fabric of the skirt, ripping it from her body. She shoved her fingertips under the bra beside her left breast and pulled hard. The elastic gave a little and she tried to pull it upwards.

“Stop! You will ruin it.”

She felt fingers working at the fastening, then the bra loosened. One of her captors took it, scowling at Angelica.

The woman in charge stepped in front of Angelica, her hands on her hips.

“The master will be very angry.”

“Then don’t tell him.”

“His orders were for you to be brought to him in that outfit.”

Angelica placed her hands on her own hips, extremely conscious of her nudity but ignoring it.

“Well, maybe it’s time for him to learn that not all his orders will be followed.”

One of the women gasped. Angelica suspected the only reason the other woman didn’t seem surprised was because she didn’t speak English.

She marched away from them, snatched the silk coverlet from the bed and wrapped it around herself. She sat down, her arms crossed over her chest as she held the coverlet firmly around herself.

She had shown them she wouldn’t be pushed around, she thought smugly. But Angelica’s smugness faded quickly when the women simply dragged her from the bed and led her through the hallways totally naked except for the cover she clung to.

They stopped in front of a heavy wooden door in a tall, arched doorway. The head woman knocked and the door pulled open. A tall guard greeted her and waved them inside. The women led Angelica into a large, sumptuous room filled with plush, upholstered couches and chairs piled high with silk and velvet cushions, all in rich jewel tones, and ornately carved, ebony furniture. They prodded her to the middle of the room and stood behind her. The guard left, but she was certain he would be standing right outside, ensuring she didn’t run for it.

“What is this?” a familiar, masculine voice demanded.

She glanced around and saw Kadin, the sinfully gorgeous man who’d insisted she owed him a debt, and demanded she pay with her body. She opened her mouth to voice a protest at her treatment, but his dark, penetrating eyes stole her breath away.

His stormy gaze drifted over the blue silk coverlet cloaking her.

She straightened her shoulders, but tightened her hold on the fabric.

“They refused to provide me with decent clothes.”

His eyebrows raised and he stepped toward her. She could read nothing in his coal-black eyes. His mood, whether foul or fair, was a mystery to her. His presence filled the room and, as he approached, she had to force herself not to cringe. Yet at the same time, her body buzzed with an alarming excitement.

Her body reacted to him far too easily. She reminded herself what might happen here tonight.

Unfortunately, that kicked the excitement up several notches making her insides quiver.

“I see. So you decided to cover yourself with this.” His tone, low and dangerous, sent alarm skittering through her.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it from her grasp.

Wild Ride, Available Now!

WildRideWild Ride releases today! This part of the Invitation to Eden series, launching alongside Pleasure Point by Eden Bradley, as well as the second book in the Ready to Ride series!

Her friend told her dreams come true at Eden, but this is more like a nightmare. 

Marissa is shaken when her bad-assed biker ex-boyfriend
begins to stalk her. After receiving an invitation to an exclusive resort
called Eden, she jumps at the chance to get away.
But even in paradise, she can’t escape the man from her
past. As he’s closing in on her, a passing stranger on a motorcycle pulls up
and orders her onto his bike. Frightened and willing to take any chance to flee
her dangerous ex, she does as he says.

Her knight in supple leather manages to lose her ex and take
her to a secret hideaway, but now she finds herself overwhelmed by his potent
masculinity and submitting completely to his authoritative commands.

Killer didn’t want to be her saviour. He had problems of his
own. But once Marissa’s under his protection, he will do whatever he can to
keep her safe. Even force her to face her deepest fears.

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Excerpt from Wild Ride

The next morning, Marissa decided to leave the castle and go into the little town nearby.

Apparently, there was a marketplace where she could buy souvenirs and postcards, have her

fortune told, buy some unique artwork, and enjoy some quaint little cafes and restaurants.

She wore a short denim skirt and blouse over her bikini, intending to take a walk along the

beach near the town in the afternoon and go for a swim. She finished her lemonade in the little

café overlooking the ocean, having just finished a lunch salad. After paying her bill, she left the

restaurant, and headed toward the fortune teller’s she’d seen earlier.

“Marissa.”

As the sound of that voice, her blood ran cold. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Rip,

big as life in his faded jeans and black T-shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arms,

standing about thirty yards behind her. Her eyes widened as she stood frozen to the spot.

Then he stepped toward her. Her heart lurched and she raced forward, running past the

booths and heading toward the street. Traffic passed by ahead and all she could think of was

finding a policeman to protect her.

But when she reached the road, she gazed around, searching, but could see no one in uniform

anywhere. Her heart pounded as she glanced behind her at Rip closing the distance between

them. She raced along the street, then around a corner.

A big black motorcycle pulled in front of her. The driver glanced her way, his eyes hidden by

dark, reflective aviator shades.

“Get on the bike,” he said in a hard, commanding voice.

She glanced over her shoulder at Rip heading her way.

“Now,” the biker demanded.

Automatically obeying his authoritative tone, she hopped on the bike behind him, then

wrapped her arms around his waist as the bike lurched forward. She glanced at Rip’s face as he

raced toward her, the expression on his face one of shock.

“No, Marissa. Don’t trust him,” he shouted after them.

At least, that’s what she thought he’d said. Not that she had any reason to believe Rip. He

was merely trying to frighten her.

As the bike dodged between the traffic and it started to sink in that she was sitting on the back

of a speeding motorcycle, clinging to a man she didn’t even know, it occurred to her that maybe

she’d just jumped from the frying pan into the fire.