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A Good Day

By D.L. McCleary

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Lieutenant Colonel David “Deuce” Wilcox’s last mission began the same any as other, until a fierce battle in the badlands of Afghanistan left him badly wounded. Awakening in a hospital in Germany, Deuce realizes his life is about to change in ways he cannot begin to understand. While healing from his wounds, his wife Isabel, the love of his life, joins him in Germany. Now a civilian, he is offered a job running a very successful black ops organization funded by back channels of the U.S. Government. 
  
Isabel is introduced into a sexual explosion of wealth and privilege funded by the new direction her husband is taking. Drawn by sheer stimulation and sexual energy, she begins to visit exclusive BDSM clubs. Eager to move from voyeur to participant, she must find a way to convince Deuce to accept this new and exciting chapter in her life. How can she convince Deuce this is the correct path for them both? 
  
Deuce will have to figure out how to handle an international black ops firm during the upcoming war with the Republic of Iran all while trying to understand his wife’s new and exciting sexual desires. To succeed, he will have to re-invent himself throughout this thrilling and sexually explicit story. 

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D.L. McCleary is a freshman author who writes erotic and BDSM based military fiction. D.L. lives with his wife in the northern Maryland area. Although he was never in the military the action scenes as part of the military fiction are breathtaking and the BDSM scenes are true to life. D.L. left the busy business world to write full time and is working on several books in multiple genres. He is also attending University Of Maryland pursuing a degree in Cyber Security.

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Title: Prick Tease

Author: Misti Murphy 

Genre : Erotic Romance

Claire Hadley shouldn’t even be on my radar.

There are a million damn reasons why I shouldn’t touch her.

Her brothers are my best friends. We grew up together, under the same roof.

I’m supposed to think of her like a little sister.

I won’t break my loyalty for a f*ck.

Razer Bennington forgot me when he joined the marines.

One kiss. Seven years. I can’t get the taste of him out of my mouth.

I’m meant to be the good girl. A virgin. A role model.

I’m supposed to live up to their expectations.

Screw that…

I’m going to get what I want.

I should be careful what I wish for.

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Claire Hadley was about to check the perfect fiancé off her checklist.

Until she found him underneath a hooker.

Running home to her brother, she doesn’t expect to be rescued by Razer Bennington.

Seven years ago he left her behind.

But she hasn’t forgotten their last night together. Or the kiss they shared.

Tired of living up to the expectations of others, she throws caution to the wind.

This time she’ll get what she wants.

Even if getting what she wants could destroy him.

Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed.

She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.

When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.  

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Title: House Of Payne: Rude

Series: House of Payne #4

Author: Stacy Gail

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: September 21, 2015

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The Last Thing She Wanted…

From the moment Sass Stone overheard her social worker call her “broken,” she’s been hell-bent on proving her wrong. A broken woman doesn't have a posse of kickass friends, a foodie lover’s dream job and a string of pretty boys she enjoys playing with. Sure, she has scars, but they’re buried so far down no one even knows they’re there. Certainly her former foster brother, Rudolfo Panuzzi doesn’t know about them. The man she’d dubbed “Rude” could sniff around all he wanted, but it wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He’d never get inside—her pants, or her heart.

…Was The One Thing She Needed

A dozen years and several combat tours in the Marines has a way of maturing a man, and Rude is no exception. His last mission killed his closest friends and almost killed him, leaving him with wounds on both body and soul. When he looks in the mirror, the haunted eyes staring back remind him far too much of his sexy little foster sister, Sass. That’s when he knows there’s more to her than he ever imagined… and he’s imagined one hell of a lot.

When Want And Need Collide
 
One by one, Rude destroys the defenses that have kept Sass locked inside herself. But even as she reluctantly allows him to coax her out of her shell, a dark cloud casts its shadow on their world. Is it something from his past… or hers?

***This is the fourth book in the House Of Payne series, but each book can be read as a standalone. Not intended for readers under the age of 18 due to adult language and sexual content***

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The upside for Sass in throwing down the gauntlet was watching the surprise bloom in Rude’s eyes.

The downside was watching him pick it up.

“About time you gave me some kind of response.” The satisfaction in his tone unnerved her far more than any hostility ever could. “I was beginning to think you were slow on the uptake.”

“So you admit it. You admit to fucking with me. Good for you.” She nodded, a mocking tilt of her head designed to piss off a saint. “At least you’ve got the balls to own up to it. The question is why.”

He slow-blinked. “Why am I fucking with you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh shit, my bad. You are slow on the uptake.” With a sigh that held a world of patience, Rude pushed to his feet. “Okay, fair enough. I guess I’ll have to show you. Get up for a second.”

Confused all over again and not sure what he could possibly show her to make his motives clear, she did as he asked, setting aside her napkin and rising from her chair just as he came around to her side of the table. Before she was prepared for it, his arms closed around her and his lips descended to cover hers.

Oh…God.

That was the last conscious thought she had before the world as she knew it went up in flames.

His arms were like a cage around her, holding her as if he expected her to make a break for it. The logical side of her brain insisted that was exactly what she should do, but Rude’s lips on hers negated all logic.

It negated it because he felt so unbelievably good.

The best part about his kiss was that he wasn’t at all shy about it. His mouth boldly took possession of hers as if he’d waited his whole life to do it. No, the best part about his kiss was the way he slanted his mouth against hers in search of the perfect fit.

Then his lips opened hers, and she decided then that the caress of his tongue was the absolute best part. He was openly seductive in how he invaded her mouth, as if he wanted to woo and dazzle her with every stroke. It had to be working, because she was pushing feverishly against him without conscious thought. But she couldn’t help herself. If he’d wanted to woo and dazzle her, he had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.

A big hand slid under her hair to cradle the back of her head. He held her in place as he deepened the pressure, and the barely contained passion in his intensity became the best part. She stood on her tiptoes in response, a mindless move to lose herself in the heat of him while her fingers dug into the fabric covering his back.

If he’d been naked, her fingernails would have left marks.

 

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A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail wrote stories between events to pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a skating coach who was also a romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from PNR and cyberpunk to contemporary romance at night, both dreams have come true.

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