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Run With Me

 Anna and Xavier

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“Learn from yesterday, Live for today, and Hope for tomorrow.” - Albert Einstein

When you run, timing is everything.
Coincidences are more reliable than a rising sun. 
And a heart can bear a thousand more nails than a coffin.

A scream tore through the crowd from the west end of the market, and we both froze with fear. I recognized the danger instantly. The heavy thumps and cries of terror that reached us nearly stopped my heart, yet I didn’t move. We remained in the same spot, my body slowly sliding down his to the ground. And while we should have run, we didn’t. Our heads turned in slow motion. Watching the dust rise in the distance, getting closer and closer, was like watching a tsunami. I’d never seen one in my life, but that’s the way I imagined it would seem. It would be impossible to stop and just as difficult to outrun.

A table five stations further flipped, acting like a catapult for the stacked tomatoes. The fruit flew in all directions, splattering on the walls and ground as well as people’s heads and bodies. There was red everywhere. I dropped the sunflowers I was holding.

Mikey! I screamed, then realized that I’d done so in my mind. That’s when instinct finally kicked in and I screamed for our son.

“Mikey!”


Barely alive, I placed my life in the hands of the handsome and mysterious bounty hunter Xavier Black.


He gave me everything and asked for nothing.

He helped me live again and now he’s forced to run with me.

We can each choose to stop the hunt, but if one of us chooses wrong, that extra nail won’t be driven into our hearts but straight into our coffins.


Sin With Me

 Father Cameron and Kate

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He’s a priest.

I repeat those words daily, hoping they’ll erase the picture of a perfect man from my mind. I don’t want to look at him intimately, but I can’t stop. Could any woman? I’ve seen the way they ogle him, and I’ve heard the whispers in town; the ones about committing the unforgivable sin with the new addition to our parish.

He traced the neatly tucked fabric underneath his Adam’s apple and I felt my heart drum more quickly. He slowly removed the white clerical collar from around his neck and set it on a table beside him. Then, one after another, he proceeded with the buttons to unfasten his shirt.

I should leave.

Yet my legs didn’t move. I watched his fingers slowly dance along the line of his partially open shirt, releasing the buttons, one by one, each movement more lazy than the last. When the final one popped open and the shirt spread apart, I gasped, and then held my breath. A perfectly tanned body with dark sprinkles of hair on his chest and above his belt buckle appeared. Flashbacks of seeing him like this in my office when he first came to town, drowned out the sounds of the forest. Not expecting such a beautiful sight this evening, I felt delectable shivers run through my body. When his fingers reached for the belt and he unclasped the buckle, my thighs clenched. It seemed as if he were removing the leather strap in slow motion, so tantalizingly slow that I thought he was doing it on purpose.

Holy shit!

Once he grasped the top of his pants and pulled them down over his muscular thighs, it was too late for me and any morals I’d once had. Warmth swooshed around my throat. Before my desire traveled down between my thighs, something swirled inside my stomach, tingling and arousing, and once it reached the apex of my being, that core of my existence which used to be satisfied every few days, I was in full heat, throbbing.

Leave. I should leave. I panted.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two hours since my last confession.”

Waiting to hear these words each time she stepped into the confessional was like testing a man’s patience in the last seconds of an orgasm. Her smell infiltrated the space as soon as she entered, and my blood flow took its usual path south, down to my groin. I lowered my head in defeat. The next three to four minutes would be torturous.

“These are my sins…”

My attempts to block out her captivating voice failed, just like they had each time she spoke. Listening to her sins wasn’t fair to her or her faith, but a man like me had no choice. A man like me was forced to sacrifice his own needs. I wouldn’t betray her trust. I would keep her sins inside of me, as my own, and hope that one day I’d be forgiven for doing so. As I sat in the dark confessional, the nagging pain in my chest didn’t matter, and neither did the nuisance of a hard dick. Maybe if I stashed my desires for this woman deeper… Would that help? I doubted it.

“I had lustful thoughts about someone I shouldn’t, Father.” The words hit my ears like a two-ton wrecking ball, drawing my attention back to the woman on the other side of the latticed opening. Alarm bells went off in my head and I couldn’t shut her confession out any longer. 

Damn it, Kate!

“I want to stop these thoughts, but I can’t. I… I think I love him.” She continued.

What?

My ears perked up with jealousy. Who was the lucky man on the receiving end of Kate’s infatuation? Pace was a small town, and rumors of a new romance should have reached me within hours. Could he be the answer I’d been looking for, to stop my longing for her? As I heard a tremble in her voice, which my ears had translated into a soft moan, I pictured them together. The image of her bending over in front of him, with her ass high up in the air turned my dick from hard, to pure steel. The idea of walking out of the church to find him and strangle him, grew sweeter. 

“How long has this been going on?” This was not a standard question by any means. It wasn’t what I’d been trained to say, but at this point, I couldn’t help it. Especially not after what happened between us. I needed to know more. 

“Six months, Father. I’ve been hiding my feelings for this man for six months.”

At the declaration of her time frame, something stirred within me. I reached to between my legs and adjusted my crotch. I was wrong when I thought that I couldn’t get any harder. The tightness beneath my zipper intensified at my touch, and I almost cursed under my breath. At this moment, I doubted that any sins I committed would ever be forgiven. Just my thoughts alone would buy me a one way express ticket straight to Hell, right down a slide called I fucked a woman.

“And he doesn’t reciprocate them?” I asked.

“He can’t and he never will. He loves someone else.”

Thank God! I saved the sigh of relief for when we were finished.

“So this man is married?” A sudden need to meet him and assess him to see whether he was even worthy of this woman grew in my chest. I wanted to run out of that confessional, take her in my arms, and spin her around, grateful that he couldn’t love her back— at least not the way she deserved to be loved. My eagerness to hold her as she cried on my shoulder, grew. Then just as quickly, the realization that she wasn’t making sense, had set in. I would have known if there was another man. The only notable man in Kate’s life was…

“Yes, he is, Father. He’s married to the church. He serves God.”

I took in a sharp inhale, somewhat expecting her next words.

“It’s you, Father.”


Play With Me

 Brook and Lola

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I'm a father.

She hates kids.

And the three of us are going on an adventure with "my niece". 


Brook

The only woman who can call me “Daddy” is my little girl.  I always thought it would be just the two of us – and it was – until I met Lola Lowes. 

That crazy, spirited woman drives me nuts. 

She keeps me on my toes.

She’s also the reason my hair is short and my balls are empty and if she ever finds out about my lies, they will remain empty FOREVER.


Lola

I didn't need help. At least I thought I didn't until I met Brook Madden. He was supposed to be a distraction but had become the pulse in my heart.

For the first time in years, I can breathe. For the first time in years, when his niece takes my hand, I feel hope.

But life keeps throwing us curveballs and when he finds out how broken I am, he’ll disappear along with all that love I never knew I could have again.

“Is your daddy Willy Wonka?” I asked.

The woman set the glass aside and turned in her seat to face me. I usually judged well from behind, but I wasn’t prepared to be stunned. Few women in my life shocked me. 

“Excuse me?”

“I asked whether your daddy is Willy Wonka, because you look delicious.” The words didn’t come out as funny as they’d sounded in my mind. It was that damn Twizzler in her drink. Who mixes alcohol and candy? 

“Actually, my dad’s dead,” she replied, her voice void of any emotion.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I never met him. Use another one.”

“Use another one what?”

Her request threw me off guard, and I wondered how much she’d had to drink. Judging from the clear liquid in her glass, not much.

“Another pick-up line. The way I’m feeling tonight, it might work.”

“Kids are like roses.”

“Not exactly what I would compare a child to. You’re going to have to explain that one a bit more, Lola.”

“Well, roses are all pretty and delicate when they begin growing, like kids, but then those thorns get stronger and longer and pierce right into your heart when you least expect them.”

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Baby Me

Cameron and Kate

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Falling in love with Cameron Madden was the easy part.

Keeping that love… well, that’s been a challenge.

See, everything was taken away from me. 

My faith has been tested. 

I’ve grieved, I’ve cried, and I’ve screamed in anger and Cameron was there by my side. He kept me safe and sane.


Now that I’ve healed, it’s time for me to give him all that love back. It’s time to find firm ground I can stand on, because in spite of Cameron’s love, the past still haunts me.


It gives me nightmares.

It sends fear coursing through my veins.

It lurks and waits for the right time to strike.

And I know I’ll have to face my past and fix my future because if I don’t succeed,

 I’ll lose everything all over again.

There’s no sound more gut-wrenching than the sound of your bones breaking. It’s somewhere between the grinding of stone against stone and scratching your nails over a chalkboard, but a lot more painful. It’s the kind of sound that draws out every last goosebump on your arms and makes you want to vomit at the same time. Except add to that pain. A lot of pain. A pain that’s not quite explicable to someone who’s never had a broken bone. Imagine peeing acid for the rest of your life. Every single time you let go of your bladder, your urethra burns like you’ve eaten a gallon or so of ghost peppers. That’s pretty much what breaking three bones at the same time felt like, and well, it was pretty fucking painful. One crack after another, crack…

Crack…

Crack…


From step-fathers to Holy Fathers and single fathers, the men in this series will steal your hearts from the first page and won't give them back until the last. The With Me series follows family secrets that span generations. The men are hot off the skillet and the women know exactly how to handle them. Funny sidekicks, swoon-worthy moments, danger and unexpected twists that carry from one novel to the next.

“When I finish a book and have this overwhelming tightness in my chest, it tells me the book touched me on a deeper level than is sometimes comfortable yet....I wouldn't change a thing.” ★★★★★ from Haunted one, Reviewer

“This book has made a sinner out of me, and a strong fighter, because it can and it will! It made me laugh, cry, swoon (a lot), drool (buckets), and scared and anxious, I swear I won't be able to get down from all those emotional highs!” ★★★★★ from Kaye, Reviewer

“A devilishly smoking hot romance and intense adventure all rolled into one! 5 Holy-Moly-What's-Going-On stars for "Sin With Me".” ★★★★★ from Pauline, Reviewer

Indulge in these forbidden love stories as your favourite heroines and alpha-all-the-way heroes fight for love at every turn.