SEALS INC Blog Tour with Author, Mia Dymond

SEALS INC Blog Tour 

with Author, Mia Dymond

Introducing Mia Dymond, the author of the SEALS INC series!

I write contemporary romance novels with sexy, alpha males and females with attitude to boot. I live in a zoo,hold down a full time job, and am trying to coax my creative muse from her cage. So BEWARE, the madness may rub off on you!

Leather, Lace  Rock-N-Roll (SEALs, Inc.Book 1)

Brains before Beauty, that's Rachel Newberry's motto, especially when her quiet, orderly life is interrupted by international rock star, Jaydon Hawke. And true to her word, brains take center stage when she discovers Hawke has a lot more on his mind than beautiful music. Targeted by a madman, Rachel puts her trust in Hawke, a move that may cost both their lives.

Outspoken Angel (SEALs, Inc., Book 2)

Handbags, stilettos, and spa dates -- not retired SEAL Max Sterling's usual m.o. Until Cameron Tremaine. Duty bound, Max tolerates her sass and smart mouth until she pushes too far.

Cameron doesn't need a bald, bossy bodyguard, thank you very much. Especially one oh, so delectable as Max. Except, when someone decides to silence her for good, Cameron realizes bold and brassy go hand in hand.

Freaky By Nature (SEALs, Inc. Book 3)

Former Navy SEAL and private investigator Brett Steele didn't realize there was a politically correct term for stripping until he met Holly London. Initially drawn to her long legs and curvy, toned body, Brett soon learns there is more to the "sensual dance" instructor than he thought.

Holly has a colorful secret: psychic ability allows her to read aura through color. Believing she is a freak of nature, Holly avoids personal relationships and ignores her curse, rendering it a nuisance. Until the atmosphere warns her she has become the target of a madman.

Faced with exposing her secret, Holly must risk trusting Brett in order to stay alive.

Tightly Wound (SEALs, Inc. Book 4)

Claire Steele has spent her whole life dodging shadows. Psychic since birth, she uses her talent to chase the evil lurking in the recesses of her mind.

For years, Lt. Malcolm "Shadow" Windsor has walked the fragile boundary of friendship, silently waiting for Claire to acknowledge her love for him. An ex-Navy SEAL and expert tracker, he knows patience is the key to her surrender. Until sinister forces threaten to eliminate her.

Caught between love and death, Claire and Shadow must combine both talent and skill to survive.

The Cat’s Meow (SEALs, Inc. Book 5)

Tess Michaels, bookkeeper and human calculator, keeps business at The Cathouse clearly profitable - until the numbers begin to fade. Matt Brooks, former Army Ranger and newest member of SEALS, Inc., agrees to investigate, immediately intrigued and aroused by her numerical ability. Yet when Tess becomes his prime suspect, he must do calculations of his own to prove her innocence.

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Blind Influence Exclusive Excerpt **Blog Tour**

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Blind Influence

Successful, sexy attorney Nicole Charbonneau feels content with her life and career as a star at a powerful law firm in Washington, DC. She is blind, however, to the circumstances that will put her at the center of a web of deceit, murder, power plays and conspiracies. Across the ocean, British MI-6 Agent Sean Adkins is tracking a cold-blooded assassin known as the Serpent, who’s been hired to kill President Andrews. The Serpent cares only for the millions he’ll get, not why the powerful group of men wants Andrews killed.

The Serpent, a master of disguise, completes his job, but will it be his last? Sean will stop at nothing to get revenge, which includes setting a trap. Nicole, through her work and her connection with Robert Jenkins, a powerful young senator who happens to head the Intelligence Committee, pieces together who hired the assassin. Will the senator reveal to the public all he knows, or will revealing the identities of the powerful businessmen, politicians and government officials be too much for a country already in a fragile state?

Blind Influence, set in 1979 when the United States was on the brink of its second oil crisis, takes readers on a wild ride of political intrigue and personal discovery.

Blind Influence Excerpt

Paris, France

The alley was dark and littered with trash from the overflowing waste cans and with drunken, unconscious patrons of the saloon located at its end. The amber light, which seeped from the cracks in the door and boarded-up windows of the dilapidated building, provided enough light for passersby to avoid stepping on any undesirable objects. Noise from the saloon was muffled, but still audible, as it drifted down the alley to one of the many streets of Paris.

A man, whose face was still handsome though hiding the youth that had been beaten from him by the life he had chosen, prepared to tiptoe his way through the maze to the saloon door. His short dark hair blended with the misty night. The collar of his raincoat flipped up, its belt tightly securing the taut raincoat around his sinuous body to protect the clothes beneath it. He stood at the corner of the street and alley, surveying them both. Had he been followed? Who was waiting for him in that dark alley or in that raucous saloon? Did he have his gun loaded? He withdrew the firearm, a Beretta, checking it and his surroundings. It was now ready in case he needed it. He glanced up and down the main thoroughfare before sliding around the corner into the misty darkness of the alley, toward the amber light that betrayed the presence of some of the lowest life of Paris.

As he tiptoed to the door, he heard a screech. He didn’t bother to look. He had heard those types of screeches before. It was a rat, something he despised intensely and saw far too often. It was beyond this well-educated, well-dressed man why Jacques preferred to squander his life in such vile places. In this man’s estimation, Jacques was paid rather handsomely for his information.

Another screech caught the man’s attention and pulled him from his thoughts. He paused as he waited to hear additional steps on the wet pavement. There were none, only the snorts and swat of a man awakened by the vile, dirty creature trying to steal a breadcrumb from the drunk’s shirt. The man again started for the door of the saloon.

He reached the door and breathed a quick sigh of relief. Just before placing his hand on the doorknob to enter the raunchy establishment, he took in a very deep breath. He winced from the stench, which made him wish he hadn’t done that. He opened the door slowly, trying not to attract any attention with swift movements. He entered the room cautiously but calmly. He stood momentarily in a darkened corner at the entry of the room, surveying it and all the chaos. No one was the least bit interested in him. The room was lit with sconces and lamps, all draped with red and orange chiffon-like material. The man wasn’t sure what kind of effect the owner was going for, but he was quite sure he had walked into a badly reproduced opera.

The amber light danced with the smoke created by just about any type of smoking device he could think of, all being used by various patrons of the bar. In one corner of the room was a very badly abused grand piano, which was annoyingly out of tune. Most of the patrons were around this piano, while a sloppily dressed overweight woman sang as if she were an opera diva, complete with fan and headdress, screeching a very bad rendition of the Casta Diva aria, which sprang from her heavily red lipstick laden mouth. Like fingernails scratching down a chalkboard, the woman’s attempt at singing grated on the man’s nerves. As the shrill sound of a high note accosted the man’s ears, he turned his head to see a darker area, far from the offending racket of the opera impersonators who, he surmised, were pretending to be performing at Covent Garden.

As the man reached the darkened corner booth, he untied his coat and slid onto the stained and tattered velvet bench, his back to the wall, facing the door to the saloon. His form seemed to disappear in the darkness, his hands seen only as he called the bartender over to the booth. He thought of ordering gin when the bartender arrived but somehow felt whiskey was more appropriate. He found that thought strangely odd, but it didn’t matter anyway. He had no intention of drinking it.

Shortly after the bartender returned with his shot, a short Frenchman, complete with at least a three-day growth on his face and the body odor to match, slid into the bench across from the smartly dressed man. The Frenchman’s smile wrinkled the skin around his eyes and revealed missing teeth.

“Monsieur Adkins,” the Frenchman greeted the man, eyeing the shot of whiskey.

“Jacques.” Adkins adjusted the collar of his coat as he watched Jacques begin to salivate. Jacques’s eyes never strayed from the whiskey. “Consider it an advance,” Sean Adkins added in his proper English accent, a stark conflict to Jacques’s very common and broken English.

“Some advance!” Jacques retorted, grabbing the shot. “You no like whiskey anyway.” He threw his head back as he downed the shot.

Sean smiled. “What do you have for me?”

“I have some information on your blue-eyed friend, monsieur.” Jacques paused as the bartender arrived to take a drink order from Jacques “Bring two more whiskeys,” Jacques instructed the bartender. “Bring the bottle,” Sean corrected.

The bartender left to retrieve the bottle. “You are very good to me. That is why I work so hard for you, no?” Jacques said.

“You have been very helpful in the past. I’ve yet to hear what you have for me today.”

AUTHOR BIO

When Linda Riesenberg Fisler isn’t working on her next book she is painting in her studio or riding her Trek bicycle along the many bike trails of Ohio. The former Fortune 500 consumer products manager explores art through her worldwide Internet radio show, “Art Chats with Linda Fisler”. Linda has been creative since childhood, writing stories and scripts of movies and TV shows to entertain friends. She discovered oil painting in the 1990s and began trying to express words visually.

Writing Blind Influence helped Linda realize she had been blind to letting others run her life, so she began to transition to the more artistic life she has today. In addition to The Blind series of books, Linda has created a fantasy book based on her exploration of spirituality. She hopes readers will learn how to open their own eyes instead of blindly following the expectations of those around them.

Teaser:

Then it started. The siren was the first thing to warn him something was

wrong. The golden light turned dark. The bittersweet taste of adrenaline

began in his mouth, and he swallowed, trying to quell it. A red flashing

light accosted his eyes, and he could see himself running to his home—

their home. He ran into the house, unable to catch his breath. He tried to

wake himself from the nightmare. He didn’t want to live this again.

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Who would you cast to play the Characters in Blind Influence?

If you are like me, when I read a book I end up casting an actor or actress in the part.  So let’s do this too.   

Who would you cast to play Nicole Charbonneau?

Who would you cast to play Sean Adkins?

Who would you cast to play Robert Jenkins?

Who would you cast to play the assassin—the Serpent?

Who would you cast to play Tony Shafer?

Who would you cast to play Carol Gartner?

Who would you cast to play Ahnah?

Who would you cast to play Jerome Bailey?

Who would you cast to play Kevin Thompson?

Who would you cast to play Norman Sipes?

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Rated R Excerpt 18+ - The Para-Portage of Emily **Book Blitz**

Rated R Excerpt 18+ - 

The Para-Portage of Emily 

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The Para-Portage of Emily

The Shadow Seduction Series

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Muffy Wilson

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Emily Macque, a young, beautiful junior partner in her father’s law firm, is but a heartbeat away from love or destiny. Duty brings Emily to a frozen Island estate two hundred and fifty miles north of Chicago. Devotion requires she delve into the property history to settle an estate probate. Death lures her into the arms of the shadows seduction created by the flickering light and dark shadows.

What flames the timeless passions spanning the decades? Love, desire or obsession?

Colin Jorgenson, once a Great Lakes mariner, is a strong man haunted by love and loss. How long will he return each night, gripped by desire, hoping to find the woman he has loved for a century?

Beneath the pristine Island beauty, passions hungered, lingered in the ardent darkness. His passions, fueled by decades of loneliness and longing, could no longer be denied. Will they face eternity together or love in secret as dark things are to be loved between the shadows and the soul?

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I just finished The Para-Portage of Emily. Quite the page-turner!! 

I was gifted a free copy by the author and found it to be a cleverly woven plot with descriptive characters you won’t soon forget. I’m not one to give out spoilers, 

but if you like paranormal intrigue, hot romance, and mystery, you will love it. Looking forward to more works by Muffy Wilson as I’m sure they will be just as brilliant. 

~ By Love To Read

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Rated R Excerpt 18+ - The Para-Portage of Emily “Private Abundance”

She whispered his name on the cusp of a plea for him to fill her, fulfill her, complete her as she rode the ribbons of heated release in his embrace. If not for him, she would never know the pleasure of such love, to be loved and adored, revered and honored by his love. Colin slipped fully between the legs of his ladylove and ran his hands full on the length of her sides, under her full and quivering buttocks allowing his fingertips to slip delicately trickling one by one into the crack that separated the alabaster orbs until they dabbled in the warm wetness of her welcome.

He changed position of his hands and raised the soft wet mound where her legs joined and put the treasure to his mouth as he parted the velveteen petals of her pride with his thumbs. He watched as she squirmed at the open display of her womanhood. He pulled the hood back from her erect and engorged clit then sucked it into his mouth as he rolled it between his teeth lightly, but insistently. He held her up to his face and mouth preventing her from any movement of her own.

Amalya’s whispers became moans which increased in volume and frequency until she was begging Colin to fuck her with all his might. She rode his face and pumped his head with her iron-fisted grasp of his hair, but he would not relent. He sucked and probed her pussy with his tongue and fingers until she was screaming with the same frequency as her breasts flagged her waves of response.

“Let go, my love. Let me taste your love and bounty. Let me drink from your fountain of life and only then will I give you what you want.”

Amalya rose up on her shoulders, unable to resist the flicking and pressure from his skillful tongue, his beard framing her most private abundance and she lost her control completely, screaming her release and requited passions into his mouth. Colin buried his face hard against her pussy as his mouth openly kissed her full flared lips and she came in waves of pure gold come as she emptied her love into his waiting lips. When the last wave left her body limp, Colin slid up her body, her legs caught on his chest by his arms and he kissed her deeply, lovingly as he slid easily past her heightened button and into her eagerly awaiting vulva so warm and wet.

Amalya felt Colin go into her deeply, so deep she felt the head of his cock slam the top of her vagina. He stopped, fully in her, filling her completely with his manhood and passion and she felt the pounding of his heartbeat, the pulse of his life, in the head of his cock buried inside her. It was like a fuse that touched off a series of explosions and contractions that sent her totally over the top, panting, begging, pleading, promising, praying for relief. And when it came, it was in uncontrollable gripping torrents of searing volcanic eruptions that scorched and ignited his response. Tonight, she would not taste of him; tonight she would feel him fill her with his molten seed. Tonight she would feel the head of his cock twitch against the heart of her soul with each spurt of his fervor, filling her with his need and sated passions. Tonight, he would warm her for hours—he would stay with her, heating her from the inside as their passions ebbed to embers.

Oh, how she loved this man! What pleasure he brought her. And to think, she fell in love with him when she was a child, the moment she saw him. She could never have known, when she was but a slip of a girl of ten, what this man who shipped for her father would do to her a decade later. She could never know what was in store for her body, for her life, for her heart with this wonderful man who had waited for her to grow into a woman. It was not until she was fifteen that she learned from her father that he promised her to Colin when she was twelve. When she turned sixteen, Colin started to ‘court’ her on his trips up the Saint Lawrence Seaway when he stopped at the Port of Montreal, where she lived, to pick up goods from Europe his clients arranged for him to transport on his ship.

She could never have known what awaited her in his arms. But, she did find out, with eager regularity. And she reveled in her journey into his life and his bed. The first time she ever saw him, he was talking to her father on their warehouse dock, which was a bustle of maritime activity between deck hands, dock men and crates, goods, food and bundles carts and angle irons and donkeys,. She ducked behind a bale where she would watch him unnoticed. Her heart fluttered whenever she was in his presence or he was near. He was much older by a dozen or so years, but it had not mattered to her—Amalya was in love.

And she loved him more now, more than ever. Her heart seemed to grow and swell every time he kissed her. It had been ten years since they wed and while their lovemaking never diminished, she felt a shallow longing for the child they had not yet conceived. But, every time it was like this with him, just like this, Amalya thought. This is the time our love was too strong and powerful this time.

She lay, now in his arms, her head on his broad, clean chest and sighed, thinking the same thing she always thought after their beautifully satisfying lovemaking waned. She would live to love him no matter if there be children or not. Whatever was God’s will Amalya did not question, because she was otherwise completely fulfilled and happy beyond all measure.

She sighed in his arms as he held her close, whispering her name into the flickering shadows created by the dancing flames of light and dark. The beard on his chin brushed against her forehead as he spoke of his love for her.

“This time, my beloved, this time. I know we have created a son to share our love with and bring into this world of ours. You need not ever worry that you will not realize your destiny, because tonight my love, tonight you have. I know it.”

Fall in Love with the Island and Mariner's Maiden

This is a story to savor. Ms. Wilson's descriptions are poetic and enthralling, 

placing the reader in the midst of the story, and the relaxed pace of the story does not lessen the power of suspense. Shrouded in mystery, romance, and eroticism, "The Para-Portage of Emily" is a treat for the senses, 

a haunting indulgence. Despite hints throughout, the ending still surprised me, and though satisfied, 

I regretted the literary journey's end. Highly recommended. I look forward to more from this promising series. ~ By Jordan Stringfellow

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Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. 

Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy novels and sensual romantic literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

                  I really enjoyed the Para-Portage of Emily

I really enjoyed the Para-Portage of Emily... a skillfully and imaginatively told tale of love, lost and found. Mysterious twists kept me turning the pages until the end. 

Love conquers all, AND it was hot! 

~ By Barbara A. Lyle

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Cross Genre Paranormal Erotic Mystery

Should John Grisham and EL James have a secret love child, she would no doubt pen legal thrillers with a luscious layer of the erotic. They would name their child Muffy Wilson and send her to Stephen King for some pointers in the paranormal.

Wilson, in the obliquely titled "The Para-Portage of Emily", interweaves these three diverse genres into a compelling, magic carpet of a novel that takes Emily Macque from Chicago to a bitter island estate two hundred miles north in the frozen sea. Emily is the striking junior partner in her father’s law firm, her mission, to settle the probate on an estate, her destiny to fall into the arms of Colin Jorgenson, a seaman haunted by a past love that torments his life.

Intelligent, well-written, with fully fleshed out characters and a story with more twists than a spiral staircase, "The Para-Portage of Emily" had me gripped until the very last page. 

~ By Chloe

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Playing by His Rules - Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ Series **COVER REVEAL**

Playing by His Rules - 

Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ Series 

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Playing by His Rules - Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ series will be released on 7th April 2015.

  

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 He pointed to the floor between himself and the spanking stool. “On your knees.” 

 She folded herself gracefully into position and he clenched his teeth as he struggled to contain his impulse to haul her onto his lap and impale her on his erection. 

His cock surged, the blood pounding through him in strong steady beats, as he surveyed her down bent head. He needed to maintain control; he had to think of something other than enveloping himself inside her. His mind scrabbled to come up with anything other than her, and then he remembered her curiosity at the cabinet. 

“You were looking in the cabinet.” He reached out and wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. “Which of my toys did you like best?” His voice was no louder than a harsh whisper and he mentally berated himself for letting her get to him. 

 “I didn’t really choose a favorite.” Her words were stilted and low. “But something in the cabinet interested you.” He watched as her shoulders tensed. 

“What was it?” 

 “I wouldn’t say it interested me.” She lifted her head and looked warily at him. “I just wasn’t sure what it was.” 

 “Describe it to me.” She briefly described the shape and color of the object that had drawn her attention, and he smiled inwardly. “Do you know which toy I mean?” 

 “I do.” He smiled broadly, as he relished the prospect of introducing her to the toy. “I think you’ll enjoy it.” 

 “But what is it for?” 

 “I think perhaps it is better that I show you.” She tensed and looked slightly apprehensive, but did not object. “Now, however, it is time for your punishment.” He indicated the sloping stool in front of her. “Climb aboard.” When she didn’t move, he repeated his command. “Now, Chloe! I do not want to have to repeat myself again tonight. Is that clear?” 

 “Yes, sir.” She gingerly moved toward the stool. He snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the stool shaped in an inverted ‘v’ position. Her top half lay on the cushion-padded slope and she had to stretch out her arms to reach the handholds at the bottom of the slope to help her maintain her balance. Her legs relaxed against the opposite slope as her behind rested on the well-padded apex. He bent and swiftly cuffed her ankles to the sides of the stool and awaited her objections. When none were forthcoming, he walked around and manacled her wrists to the front of the frame. He ran his fingers around and under the restraints. 

“Comfortable?” 

 “Yes, sir.” She sounded excited and he struggled to contain his moan of arousal. He adjusted a lever and the stool position altered slightly. It didn’t move far, but it was enough to stretch her legs and have her standing on the tips of her toes. The position would allow her little advantage against him. She would have no choice but to submit to his mastery of her body. She gave a small whimper and he stroked her back gently. 

“It’s alright. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” He continued to caress down her back and across her buttocks in a very non-sexual way as he waited for her to calm down. “Do you remember your safe word?” 

 “Yes, sir.” His heart lurched at her continued use of the phrase and he wondered if she was truly coming to accept him as her master. “Good girl.” He had to remind himself that she was new to all of this and to slow things down. He crouched at the front of the stool and lifted her head in order that he could look into her eyes. 

“The lesson I was aiming to teach this morning was about control. As your Dom it is my right to grant or deny your pleasure.” 

 Her eyes widened as if he had shocked her, but she didn’t say a word. “When I tell you to close your eyes, I don’t expect to see you gazing at me. When I demand silence, I don’t want to hear a word. When I ask you not to move, I expect you to keep still. In here, you call me Master. Do you understand?” 

 “Yes. But--” 

 “No buts, Chloe. Those are the rules of this game.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with her before, but he wanted to make sure that she understood his intent. “What I demand, you give. Unless of course,” he quantified his statement, “you decide to safe word.” He held his breath as he awaited her response. 

When she said nothing he released his hold and stood up moving out of her line of vision. He continued to talk to her as he wandered over to his cabinet to withdraw several of his favorite toys. “We’re going to have a little session where you will practice self-control.” He ran the anal beads that had so fascinated her, through his fingers. “I am going to teach you some new pleasures, sweetheart. You can move as much as the stool allows. You can scream as loud as you want, this room is soundproof.” He had returned to her side in time to hear her gasp aloud and he bent and whispered in her ear, “The one thing you are not allowed to do is cum.” 

 She turned her head and looked him straight in the eye. “That’s cruel!” 

 “Wrong, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “It’s control. Its pleasure beyond what you can currently imagine. It’s an exquisite form of torture.” 

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 Glenda Horsfall was born and brought up in the beautiful city of Edinburgh. From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own. Glenda is now living the dream… and enjoying every minute of it. She writes romantic tales with light BDSM overtones. They may be tales of Domination and submission, but you are guaranteed a romance with a Happy Ever After ending! Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and four beautiful grand-daughters – the fourth born in last month. Having worked for many years as an Accountant, she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy. 

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Aurora Snow: Book One of the Willowmere Hall Chronicles ***COVER REVEAL***

Aurora Snow: 

Book One of the Willowmere Hall Chronicles 

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Welcome to Willowmere Hall, a luxurious establishment where the elite meet, and the inhabitants all have their own...companions. Discover the sexy lifestyle of voluntary sex slaves in this steamy new series.

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Exclusive Excerpt from Chapter One!

A smile was brought to Aurora's sun-kissed face as the warm, sweet breeze blew at her cheeks. She closed her eyes and stuck her head even further out the limo's window as she beheld the glory of the Willowmere Hall grounds. 

Manicured daily, the grounds were lush and green with all manors of flowers perfectly placed on either side of the long driveway that led from the private roads, through the silver gates, and towards the main building that sat pristine just beyond the pond.

She'd never been in a limousine before. Twenty-two and as giddy as a girl free from her childhood home for the first time. One might wonder why she was so excited. It was because this was her first time free from her overbearing family. Aurora had been home schooled by Aunt Bridgette, and college was never an option. 

Aurora had something more powerful to offer. Her beauty.

It had always been known that she would be the one to upgrade the families status.

Her seat in the back of the limo was every bit as glamorous as she had dreamed. The means of transportation was appropriate for their destination. Willowmere Hall was going to be everything the letter from Claire Willowmere claimed.

Her claims had been swimming around in Aurora's dreams for days now. Hundreds of rooms, servants, elaborate furnishings, and no shortage of attractive and wealthy suitors men for Aurora to learn from.

A ringlet of dark brown hair flew onto Aurora's long lashes. She pulled it free and tucked it behind her ear. She felt a tug on her lavender skirts and glanced over her shoulder.

"Sit," Aunt Bridgette chided. She gave Aurora a stern look, but remained as composed and lady-like as ever. With her ivory hands folded on her lap, she nodded towards the seat across from her. Sometimes Aurora was too afraid to look at her. She looked too much like her mother.

Aurora shook her head. She would not allow herself to think about her dead mother. Not on this day. She could not afford to have her happiness spoiled by poisonous thoughts of her mother's awful death.

Aurora did as her aunt ordered, but the smile remained glued to her face. They were so close to their destination.

"Just because you are free from our household does not mean that you can act like a wild forest creature."

"Pardon me, ma'am. I'm just terribly excited."

"I understand your excitement, Willowmere Hall is a glorious place. You are lucky to have been accepted. But Aurora, please remember that you are always being watched. Do not shame your uncle and I. Remember that we have been planning for this for the last two years when Lord Willowmere chose you out of all of those girls at that ceremony."

"I know," Aurora rolled her eyes. They were a soft hazel, like her father's had been. "I was there."

The ceremony had been beautiful. Like a fairy tale they'd been sent official invitations to a ballroom in one of the hotels in London. All of the girls in attendance, including Aurora's two cousins, had been there in their fancy gowns. Their hair had been perfected by the best stylists in all of England. Out of all of the girls at the manor, Aurora had been chosen to come and live in the most magical of places. 

Willowmere Hall.

She beamed with pride as she remembered that magical moment. The next year had been a series of preparations. Aurora began her training. At times it was difficult. She still remembered the initial pain. But eventually, Aurora adjusted to what her new life would soon entail. 

Only when the limousine stopped inside the cobblestone courtyard did the nerves start to set in.

Her face flushed when the driver opened her door. She didn't even glance at him as he held his gloved hand out to help her from the limo. Butterflies filled her stomach and her mind raced with all of her excitement and doubts.

Her high heeled shoes clinked onto the cobblestone as she stepped out and into the fresh Yorkshire air.

Aunt Bridgette didn't exit the limo. Instead she simply gave Aurora a blue-eyed glance and nodded.

"Do us proud, Aurora."

The door was closed by the driver, and he got inside and drove away.

Wind swept through her hair and her eyes looked up to the white doors at the top of the stone steps. A woman with her blonde hair worn in a top bun and a simple black sundress smiled down at Aurora. She was stunning, like a model in a high-fashion magazine. Her eyes were large and blue, and her skin was the perfect shade of cream.

Aurora was transfixed by her.

At the top of the stairs, stood Lysett Willowmere, the person that had told her father to choose her out of all the girls at the ceremony.

Aurora smiled at her. There she was.

Her new master.

"Stayed tuned for the release of Aurora Snow, the first installment in the deliciously naughty Willowmere Hall series." -Lady Emmi Rue

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