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Off the coast of Florida,
surrounded by sand and sea, there lies a secluded island that has a very
interesting history and an even more intriguing present…
Sunset Point
Island is a tropical Mecca, consisting of a quaint town, a lavish
resort area and a top-grade security force that keeps its wealthy inhabitants
safe. But there is more to Sunset Point that first meets the eye. Founded by
those seeking a haven for their unusual lifestyles, this island is a place
where ménage relationships are cherished and protected. Closed off from the
outside world, Sunset Point is a place of fantasies…won’t you come join us?
Tattoos
and Cupcakes Blurb:
Being sequestered on Sunset Point
Island is the least of
Lane Erikson’s worries. Being a witness to a murder may be her demise. What
does one do when a network of FBI wanted criminals are looking to kill you? You
run like hell, even it’s to a place you’ve never heard of.
Dane Hutchinson, local tattoo
artist, sets his sights on winning Lane’s affection and sharing her with
Bannock Garrison, Sunset Point police officer. Bannock never wanted a ménage
relationship, even though his parents have lived a happy life in one. The idea
of sharing a woman bothers him, but losing Dane’s friendship bothers him more.
As the relationship begins to
soar with possibilities, Lane is faced with her world crashing down again and
her life hangs in the balance. Can Bannock and his colleagues save the day?
More importantly, can Bannock overcome his distrust for women and allow Lane
into his heart and share her with his best friend?
Story
Excerpt:
The rush of the waves
crashing in filled the silence between them. Dane wasn’t sure how to proceed
from there. Seeing how she worked at avoiding his questions and sounded almost
insincere when answering, Dane knew that Bannock was correct in one aspect.
Reece was in fact hiding something. Now whether or not it was worth hiding, he
couldn’t be sure, but he doubted she was a criminal or anything. How he’d
really like to know what brought her here. All he could come up with was
serendipity.
They sipped their wine and
together looked out to the ocean, mesmerized by the moonlight playing on the
water. Reece’s glass was almost empty, so Dane refilled it and his own as well.
“When you were little, what
did you want to be when you grew up?” She asked as she scanned the view before
them.
Dane chuckled, amused at his
dream from so long ago. “I wanted to be a rock star.”
Reece laughed with a cute,
infectious tone that made him smile. “What about you?”
“Well, as young girl, I wasn’t
much to look at. I hated my hair and my freckles. A geek, I was quite a case,
all gangly, tall and thin, towering well above most all in my class, even the
boys.” She smiled and shook her head. “I always dreamt of growing up, growing
out of the goofy stage. I’ve had just one goal my entire life.”
“And what’s that?”
“I wanted to be that ugly
duckling that became a swan. I wanted to see myself gracing the spread of a
high fashion magazine as a model. I yearned to prove I was worthy, capable.”
She seemed to be reminiscing.
“And what about now?”
“I find that I still seek
that validation, but the importance is not as much now, since I’ve been here.”
Dane listened, knowing that
concealed in her words was the story he wanted to know. If she was just there
on vacation, she was taking quite an extended one. On the other hand, if she
was there to sort out her life, she seemed well on her way to accomplishing the
task. What happened back in Kansas? He wondered, but refused to ask. Under the
cover of her long black lashes, he could see pain in her eyes, although she
tried hard to cover it. “You’re gorgeous whether or not you’re in a magazine.
Seeking approval from others is a tough business. I’ve been there.”
“Yes it is a tough business.”
She looked down into her wine glass for a moment. “It’s okay to change my mind
about what I want to be when I grow up, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is.” Dane
scooted closer to her and lifted her chin with his finger so she was forced to
look at him. “You can change your mind a thousand times if you’d like.
Happiness is the key. As long as you’re happy, the world can go to hell.”
She smiled and it reached her
eyes this time. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then. He also
wanted to kiss away the pain he sensed inside her. He wanted to hold her and
assure that no matter what was going on, she’d be okay and he’d be there if she
needed him.
“I’ve never been this close
to an angel.”
Reece’s smile faded and she
blinked her eyes as if she didn’t believe him. A serious expression replaced
it.
“Kiss me, please.”
Reece moved swiftly, throwing
her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He could feel the urgency
in her kiss and it matched his own. The kiss deepened, her mouth sweet with the
flavor of the wine. Their tongues swept together, finding harmony, and a
sensual rhythm. Her innocent scent enveloped his senses, pulling him in. His
hand ran through her thick, fire red hair, so soft on his skin. He missed this,
the feel of a woman, the scent of a woman. His hand grazed her bare shoulder
with his other hand, loving the smooth, satiny feel of her skin. He wanted to
caress her all over and get lost in the curves of her body, explore her soft
flesh while finding all the little areas that drove her wild.
The kiss heightened Dane’s arousal. He wanted
her, right there on the soft grass with the waves singing their sensual song,
serenading them under the moonlight. By her response, she wanted it too, but Dane
couldn’t, and wouldn’t go any further. Pure emotion and sexual tension was
pushing him and he decided he couldn’t allow his cock to lead, not yet anyway.
He worked to slow it down, his hormones raged against him while he fought for
control.
They regained coherent
thoughts not affected by lust, placing their lips together one last time before
awkwardly backing away.
Reece blushed and flipped her
hair back. “Sorry, that probably wasn’t the kind of kiss you were expecting.”
Dane was astonished. “No, it was
much better.”
Breaking
Point Blurb:
Lexa Fox lost her childhood
the day her mother took her and fled Sunset Point. Twenty-three years later,
she’s returning to claim her inheritance from a father she barely remembers, in
a place she doesn’t belong.
Detectives Beau Rivers and
Diego Mendez grew up in ménage families and always knew they’d be a trio if
they could find the right woman. They’d found her once, but fate took her out
of their lives long before they were old enough to stake their claim. No woman
since has ever managed to live up to their memories of Lexa, so when fate
brings their childhood sweetheart back into their lives, they do everything
they can to convince their gray-eyed, world-weary beauty to stay.
There are dangers to be faced
and enemies to overcome, but in the end it’s up to her men to show her that
some hearts never give up hope, and some loves have no Breaking Point.
Breaking
Point Story Excerpt:
Lexa turned around and opened her mouth
to say hello, only to find herself caught up in a powerful hug that lifted her
off her feet. Her arms were trapped at her side and all she could do was laugh
as Diego spun her around and then handed her off to Beau, who nearly crushed
her to his chest with the force of his embrace.
“Hi,” she managed to squeak out as she
stared up into a pair of aquamarine eyes. “Beau?”
“You do remember us!” Those beautiful
eyes lit up as he gave her a lopsided grin. “I was starting to worry.” He
lowered her slowly to her feet, and tried to squelch a gasp as she slid down
his body and felt nothing but hard planes and solid muscle. Her pussy tingled
and her entire body heated up a few degrees, then combusted into open flame as
she lifted her head and found him staring down at her, his eyes sparkling with
desire.
“I forgot some things I shouldn’t have,”
Lexa whispered. “But I’m remembering it all now.”
“Good.” Diego laid a hand on her shoulder
and gently spun her back in his direction. “Because we never forgot you.”
Lexa found herself mesmerized by a pair
of dark eyes and a smile that made her panties damp. “Outside. Air,” she
muttered, her brain only partially working.
“I think that might be a good idea, we
seem to be holding up the auction.” Beau laughed and Lexa glanced around to see
everyone was watching their reunion.
“Shit,” she breathed. “Just great. I so
love being the center of attention.”
Diego slid an arm around her shoulders
and Beau’s hand landed in the small of her back and Lexa found herself being
escorted to the nearest exit caught between two handsome men who towered over
her. They guided her out into the hotel lobby and headed away from the main
doors, leaving Lexa confused as to their destination.
“Uh, guys? Where are we going?” she
asked, struggling to keep up to their much longer strides, no easy feat when
she was the only one of the three wearing heels.
“We know a place.” Beau glanced down and
winked at her. “Nice and private. We can catch up and play hooky from what would
have been an incredibly boring evening.”
“But I—dinner—we can’t just leave and not
come back.” Lexa looked from Beau to Diego and back again. “Can we? I mean
Simon brought me, I shouldn’t leave him sitting there for very long.”
“Would you rather go back to Simon than
talk to us?” Diego asked, his voice dropping to a low rumble.
“Well, no. I was going to try and track
you guys down soon anyway so of course I want to talk to you.” She tossed a
look over her shoulder as the lobby disappeared from sight. “But I was thinking
five minutes out front, not—where the fuck are you two taking me anyway?”
“Did you just curse at us?” Beau’s
delectable mouth was quirked up into a grin that made it hard for Lexa to
remember she had asked a question.
“Yes, I cursed at you. I do that a lot
when I’m annoyed. And right now I’m getting very fucking annoyed. You two lugs
can’t just swan in and whisk me away like that. It’s rude!” Lexa dug her heels
in and forced the men to stop. “I’m not going another damned step until you two
tell me where we are going.”
“I don’t remember her being this
stubborn,” Diego said.
“Then your memory is faulty, she was
always this bloody minded.” Beau ran his hand slowly up Lexa’s spine, leaving a
path of tingly heat in his wake. “She wasn’t this gorgeous though.”
“I’m right here. You can stop referring
to me in the third person, Beau,” Lexa grumped and tried not to quiver as his
fingers reversed course.
“Believe me, we know you’re here.” Diego
moved so he was facing her, his fingertips brushing over the bare skin at the
nape of her neck. “We’re very happy about that. You have no idea how happy.”
Lexa looked up into Diego’s chocolate
brown eyes and was amazed at the heat burning in their depths. “Guys? We’re in
the middle of a hotel. Whatever you think is going to happen, is not happening,
and it is especially not happening out here in public.”
“Just a taste, please?” Diego murmured
and lowered his head until their breath mingled and she could feel the heat of
his skin shimmering against hers.
“Whoa, Dig! What the hell do you think
you’re doing?” Diego’s childhood nickname tumbled out of Lexa’s mouth as she
tugged her head back and away from him. She tried to move away but Diego’s hand
spanned the back of her neck, making it impossible to step backward more than a
few inches.
“I’m saying hello to an old friend,”
Diego stated and then kissed her, his lips gentle as they lingered over hers.
Before she could muster the brainpower to react he withdrew, leaving her heart
pounding and her legs shaking in response to his touch.
“Hell, if you get to say hello with a
kiss, so do I,” Beau said and moved in behind her so that her small body was
tucked up against his. She could feel every hard inch of him as Beau leaned in
and kissed her cheek. “We missed you,” he whispered against her skin and then
moved back just enough to nuzzle her ear. “Can you tell?” Lexa’s insides turned
to liquid heat and a shiver of eager need raced through her, obliterating every
thought and instinct but an overwhelming urge to throw herself at one or both
of the breath-stealing hunks currently touching her.
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