Series: 300 Moons *can be read as a standalone
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Publication Date: March 7, 2016
Praise for Burn This! 5 Star rating on Amazon
“Burn This!” is the fantastic 2nd book in the new series, “300 Moons”! I don’t know how, but each new book by this author somehow tops the one before! Contemporary fiction with a fresh story-line and well developed characters, entertaining dialogue and some hot & steamy scenes that will keep the reader engaged & the pages turning!- Deb_Loves2read
This is why I say Ms. Black has the Golden Touch, yep she did it again. This is the second book of A 300 Moons Series. I love it. If you thought book one was good oh my gosh book 2 is phenomenal. – Ingrid Stephanie Jordan
Another grand slam for Tasha! I could not put this book down! Wonderfully developed characters, which is an absolute MUST for me! Plenty of plot twists, beautifully described scenery! – Angel33eyes
In this scene, Johnny has just performed in front of an audience of 40,000 screaming fans. At the end of the performance there was a pyrotechnic accident that should have killed him, but the fire didn’t harm him (because of the type of shifter he is). He’s just arrived at an after party and he’s trying to escape the wrong kind of questions…
It was time to get his mind straight and play rock star for a little while.
Before the wrong person could approach him and start asking about the fire, he scanned the room.
In the sea of punk and goth, his eye was drawn to the light brown hair of a sweet young thing perching on the edge of a couch, clutching the neck of a hard lemonade. On closer inspection, he could see that she had a ton of eye make-up and even a tiny nose ring. But she was about as close to normal as he was going to find in here, and normal was what he was after on a night like this one.
He pointed at her and nodded toward the bedroom.
In this moment, he often wished his intended fuck would give him a little trouble. Shake her head no, or pretend not to understand.
But they always understood. And they always said yes.
This one was no different. Just like that, she practically leaped up, spilling her friend’s drink in the process.
The friend yelped a perfect C and Johnny eyed her up. Not bad – dyed black hair like the chick from every nineties movie, long legs.
Should he indulge himself with both?
A voice in his head instantly said, no. Not tonight. He didn’t feel like sharing.
Minutes later they were alone in his room.
The room itself was simple: beige carpet, beige walls, beige ceiling. But the view was spectacular.
Panoramic windows laid the stars at the girl’s feet.
He watched as she scanned the room.
She didn’t even notice the view.
The movement of her head stopped to take in the location of the bed, and paused again before the floor length mirror.
She turned to him, but at the last moment couldn’t look up into his eyes.
The same. They were all the same.
He could tell her he loved fishing and she would proclaim to love it too.
He could tell her he hated dolphins and she would promise to dedicate her life to polluting the oceans.
She would reflect back whatever he tossed to her like it was a goddamned acting exercise.
And it was because she wasn’t here, not really.
She was already deep in her own head, taking notes, crafting the narrative, for her diary and her best friend. And when he reminded her to come back to him in the present, she would only be sucking in her stomach and trying to catch a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror. Exerting herself to provide a sexual encounter that might make him remember her, and worrying about how to ask him for a selfie when it was done so she’d have proof.
For her, the good part wouldn’t be until it was over, until it had really happened and she hadn’t fucked it up. She didn’t know that, but Johnny did.
It was this type of knowledge that sometimes made him miss picking up chicks after a gig as the lead singer of a nobody cover band. At least it was a challenge. At least they had to actually find him appealing. At least they demanded satisfaction for themselves.
What the hell was wrong with him tonight?
He had been silent too long now, and the girl found the courage to look up.
Her eyes were a light hazel.
Was it him, or was there a sweetness to her that he hadn’t noticed before?
She studied him as if trying to determine what he might want.
“You, baby, I want what you have,” he murmured to her, answering the question she hadn’t voiced.
“It’s yours, whatever you want,” she whispered immediately, flowing into his arms.
She felt good, if a little slim for his taste. And if she looked innocent it was only happenstance. Her hands were already sliding down to his belt buckle.
He spun her against a wall and pinned those sneaky hands up, caging her head between his arms so he could look into her eyes again.
She gazed up at him, it was meant to be a sexy look but he found it adorable.
Instead of releasing her hands and letting her go back to the pursuit of his ever ready cock, he leaned down to nuzzle at her breasts.
She froze under the unexpected attention.
God, he could smell that hot female scent on her through the perfume.
Suddenly his hands were on her hips.
And instead of her at his knees, he was at hers.
She trembled in his hold.
They were off-script and she knew it.
Suddenly she was there, really present, waiting to see what he would do next.
The authenticity excited him and he had to remind himself to be gentle as he worked her jeans down to reveal the tiny silken scrap of her underwear.
Her scent was thick in the air now.
He lowered his nose to her and inhaled.
Her intake of breath echoed in his ears.
The sound unhinged him and he wrenched her jeans down to her ankles, his desire too similar to rage.
He pressed his tongue against her, lapping at her sex through the triangle of satin.
She cried out and her hands were in his hair.
Something awoke inside him.
Suddenly, he was lifting her up, carrying her to the bed.
She kicked off her jeans and lay before him, her legs spread slightly. Enough for him to see she wanted to spread them wide for him. Her hair was tousled, her eyes wide.
She reached her arms out to him.
The room clicked into focus for him.
She was beautiful, not just pretty. How had he not noticed this before?
The softness of her hair echoed through the perfect roundness of her breasts, and he forgave her the concave belly because soon he would swell it with his child.
He saw her pregnant, nursing a dark haired baby, her face softened by the candlelight of anniversary dinners, wrinkled by happy years.
He had only to claim her.
Scales slid sinuously in his head, drawn to her heat.
Fuck, no, no, no.
But the instant he fought it, his arm started burning again.
The angel in his bed asked what was the matter and he heard every hidden harmonic in her voice as if the sound were a rainbow.
“Get out!” he bellowed, his head in his hands.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she whispered, approaching him timidly.
He held his breath and averted his eyes until he heard the door click shut behind her.
He opened his eyes.
The room was the same.
He glanced in the mirror.
He was still Johnny Lazarus.
But just below the surface, something that wasn’t Johnny seethed and coiled.
From his position on the bed, he sneered at the bible on the table, forcing a half-assed laugh. The book cruelly reminded him that he had no right to ask for retribution from anyone. He was the last man to redeem himself. Trix was dead because of him. Was this punishment for choosing Terra over her? Spencer did the one thing he’d vowed he would never do: kill an agent’s loved one. For his act of treason, Seth was expecting some sort of rebuttal, but not this. The hotel room door opened and Terra entered, cradling a paper bag of groceries against her chest.
“Are you still nursing that bottle? Why don’t you take a shower? It will make you feel better.”
He snorted a response.
“Come on,” she cajoled. “You’ve always told me to move on. I’ m sorry about Trix but maybe it was for the —”
He was out of the chair and in her face so fast the paper bag slipped from her fingers and spewed its contents onto the carpet.
“You don’t get to say shit about Trix!” he yelled, shoving a finger in her face. “You didn’t
know her at all. If I never listened to the fucking voice in my head and saved you, she might be still alive.”
“You can’t blame me for that,” Terra shot back, gathering the fallen items back into the bag. “I’m sorry for her death, but you saved me for a reason. That little voice in your head decided to make a decision that ultimately changed your life. You’re a good man, Seth, and for what it’ s worth, I trust you. Somewhere deep inside me, I know I’m safe around you.”
He had no response.
“When I lost my father, I didn’t understand the pain I was feeling. He and I never got along when I was growing up, we were polar opposites. As a teenager, I made his life hell and my mother was at her wit’s end. When I turned sixteen, I moved out and never looked back. I did love him, of course, and it hurts that we never got to resolve our issues. I moved on.”
“Your father was a criminal,” he sneered.
Her lips formed a thin line and she turned her back on him. “You’ re hurting so I’ m going to let that one slide. I knew my dad. He was a good man, despite our history.”
“I knew who he was.”
Terra ripped the empty vodka bottle from his grip. “Shut up, Seth. You just want revenge.”
“Of course I do.”
She came up close, pressing her breasts against his chest, breathing hot air onto his neck.
“The best revenge is to live, Seth. Spencer hasn’t tracked us down yet. We left the park before his men could find us. Would Trix want you to cower in fear all your life?”
He gazed into her azure blue eyes and saw something he thought he’ d never find again: redemption. He wanted to kiss her, to taste her, but the memory of Trix’s head exploding into million pieces expelled the desire.
“Do you remember their faces?” Terra asked, unmoving, still close to him. “The men and women you killed over the years.”
“There’s too many of them.”
She drew lazy circles in his shirt, her eyes burrowing into his. “You need to relax and let loose. You’re too uptight. We sat in that stinky state train for two days to Richmond and you of all people need to unwind. I know a place.”
I sip my decaf coffee—which totally defeats the purpose of coffee, I understand that, but regular coffee gives me worse migraines than I already get—and stare a hole into my monitor. Yeah, I’m still one of those people who have a monitor. I have a desktop, a keyboard, a computer chair, and the whole mid-2000s thing going on in my bedroom/office. It’s the one room in the apartment where I can get away from everything. My place to shut the door, turn up the music, and dance if I want to dance. And I do want to dance. Nineties’ music is my specialty, and I use that word very loosely.
My room is my place to shut out the world. To stay awake and not sleep. To hide from my nightmares. To hide from Hart.
Every morning for the past week, it’s the same routine. I get up and rub my throat, because it hurts like a mother from all the screaming I apparently do in my sleep. As a side note, this is why I try not to sleep now when Sam’s here. Which means I don’t get a whole lot of sleep, but what’s sleep when you are eighteen? Eighteen year olds don’t need sleep. We need parties and friends and boyfriends to not think we are crazy.
The Bet by J.D. Hawkins
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What would you do if a famous producer approached you at a club and told you he wants to make you a star? Would you take the leap?
Brando Nash is a bad boy with a wall of platinum records and a line of girls just begging to work with him–and under him. And he wants to make me famous. Who could say no? But I’m not in this for cheap thrills, no matter how hard his body is, or how good he is at charming my panties off.
When we start working together, I fight to keep my heart in check. He’s unbelievably hot, a musical genius and a dirty talking, arrogant playboy. There’s no way I can resist.
But when I find out he’s just in this for a bet, everything changes. I’m not just a dirty game. With my heart and career on the line, I have too much at stake. Can I risk it all and give him a second chance?
*** The Bet is a full length, stand-alone romance starring a dirty talking alpha male. If over the top sexual fantasy and out of control chemistry offend you, don’t buy this bestselling book.
This was previously published as Brando 1 and Brando 2 and contains additional scenes.
Emily Davis has a secret … or two. Even her best friend, Cori, is none the wiser. You see, Em is a part-time sexter and makes a living fooling men into believing whatever it is she wants them to believe. And she’s not ashamed about it. Not in the slightest. Yet, those around her could be, which is why she has kept it a secret … until now. Until a sun-tanned, male revue performer by the name of Brad surfed into her life.
Cori walked into the bathroom and leaned over the basin to get close to the mirror. “On’t be ’upid,” she mumbled while meticulously applying her red lipstick.
“I’m not. I want tits. Big, round, perky tits.”
She turned toward me and eyed my beestings. “No, you don’t.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You have tits.”
“So do you!”
“Lies. All lies. Best friends are not supposed to lie to one another,” I huffed, lifting my arms and applying deodorant.
“Fine. You belong to the Itty Bitty Titty committee. Big deal. At least you don’t have an arse the size of a small swimming pool.” She twisted and assessed her butt.
“Pah-lease! You’ve got to be kidding. There’s nothing wrong with your arse.”
“Says you!” she mocked, pressing her lips together and blotting her lipstick. “Seriously though, listen to us. We females are never entirely happy with our appearance. Always nit-picking. Always finding faults. We’re our own worst enemies and biggest critics. And for what reason other than to highlight our flaws and feel inadequate? It’s just stupid.”
I stared down at my little breasticles with sorrow. They deserved love. It wasn’t their fault they were smaller than most. I really should treat them better. “You’re right,” I said, looking back up. “They’re underdogs, and everyone should love underdogs.”
She blotted her lips together once more. “They should.”
“In fact, I will parade my teeny puppies tonight. I will wear them with pride.”
She nodded. “Good girl.”
I hiked them in my cupped hands, feeling empowered. “I know! Let’s start a revolution.”
Cori laughed. “Let’s not. I know what your revolutions entail.”
Fresh out of film school at UCLA, Sydney Andrews is on her way to living her dreams. A job with one of the top five film production companies in the world seems almost too good to be true. On her very first day of the job… she realizes it probably is.
Enter Simon Mulroney, the handsome and cocky CEO, who uses people as if they’re extras in his life. With his careless attitude, he treats everyone like they’re beneath them… until his new assistant walks in and gives as good as she gets.
The chemistry between Sydney and Simon is undeniable, but so is the mutual distaste. Determined not to back down, Sydney digs in her heels and fights back. And in doing so, may be the only person capable of breaking her beautiful bastard of a boss. If he doesn’t break her first.
Jessica Blake is the author of the hot alpha billionaire romance series, The Billionaire Prisoner, along with her friend Alice Ward.
Since she was a young college girl reading and writing romance was what she loved the most and she enjoys entertaining her fans through her books.
Living in Miami, she likes to sit by the pool with her laptop and write her next hot romance.
However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family.
GENRE: Erotic PNR
When I stepped into the dank depths of the Egyptian ruins, I didn’t expect to find something I’d been searching for my entire adult life—the tomb of the mysterious pharaoh, Nebtawyre Mentuhotep IV.
And, I certainly didn’t expect the sexy pharaoh to step out of his sarcophagus very much alive. Lust soon overpowers reason as I fall down the rabbit hole with Wyre. He claims me completely—my mind, body, and soul. We only have three days to break a 4,000 year-old curse placed on him by his crazy ex. If we don’t, he’ll return to his tomb and take my heart with him.
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“Scorching HOT, incredibly SEXY, FUN, laugh-out-loud riot of a book!” – Amazon Reviewer
Thinking with the wrong head can certainly get a man in trouble, but for me, it could mean an end worse than my curse.
A Midwest girl living in Las Vegas with her husband and two dogs, D.P. Payne is a lover of all things kinky, romantic, and quirky. In addition to her love for writing, she is a voracious reader, avid watcher and critic of movies and television, and devourer of music like it is oxygen.
D.P. tries not to take herself too seriously; her prior career as an attorney was serious enough. In that vein, her series, Supernatural Love Stories in the Absurd, contains plots that are a bit over-the-top, and laugh-out-loud funny at moments.
D.P. loves hearing from fans. She can be contacted at email@example.com or on social media.
Author: Stephie Walls
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: January 23, 2015
Author: Stephie Walls
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: February 16, 2015
Author: Stephie Walls
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: March 17, 2015
Author: Stephie Walls
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: August 26, 2015
|I’ve lived all over the country but have made Greenville, South Carolina my home for the last 20 of my 37 years. I have a serious addiction to anything Coach and would live on Starbucks if I could get away with it. If you follow me on Facebook you’ll also find that I’m slightly enamored with Charlie Hunnam. I’m an avid reader (literary whore to be more precise) averaging around 300 novels a year. I have a penchant for great love stories, sensual poetry and am a romantic at heart.
I currently work full-time in the Greenville area and fill my “extra” time with writing contemporary romance novels with a hint of erotica. I couldn’t do it without the support of my family and friends who push me to keep going when I don’t have the confidence or patience.
Touch the Sky
Free Fall, Book 1
Christina Lee & Nyrae Dawn
New Adult M/M Romance
COVER DESIGN: Natasha Snow
PHOTOGRAPHY: Giovanni Dall’Orto
RELEASE DATE: 03.28.16
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Lucas Barnett and Gabriel Stewart didn’t have it easy as kids. They were only trying to deal with bad situations at home when they became lifelines for each other. Their pipe dream was to someday meet in LA, where Lucas would design skyscrapers, and Gabriel would learn to fly. But then Gabriel disappeared without so much as a goodbye, and Lucas got himself in trouble with the law.
Five years later, both men are at a loss when they run into each other at a Hollywood bar. Lucas is still angry, but it’s not as if Gabriel could control how his mind and body had betrayed him. Being found on the ledge of that bridge had changed everything.
The attraction is immediate, but it’s more than their inability to keep their hands off each other. Neither man expects the fierce connection pulling them together. Unfortunately, ignoring their problems doesn’t make them disappear. Gabriel’s internal struggles are serious…dangerous. And no matter how much Lucas wants it to be true, saving Gabriel won’t make up for not being able to save his mom. If they don’t find the strength to face their own demons before the darkness takes hold, they risk more than just losing each other forever.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak for you. If you want to—”
“I don’t,” I say, finally meeting his gaze. “I only want you too.”
His eyes soften and he exhales a hard breath as if we’re finally on level ground. I feel giddy with relief and contentment as I clutch at his hand and drag him to the dance floor. At first he protests about his drink but then he places it in an empty spot on a ledge.
It’s a pulsing rap beat and my body feels like a live wire. My hips start swaying, my hands rise in the air, and the vibration of the music takes over. Lucas has no trouble keeping up with me, though not with as much enthusiasm.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he rumbles in my ear. I feel his hips gyrating as he grasps my waist and slides up behind me. His hard length is digging into my ass and that only spurs me on more.
After a few numbers, I follow Lucas to the back wall where we find a spot to rest between other couples swaying to the music. He pins my shoulders against the column, his breath heavy, eyes glazed over with lust, as his lips crash against mine.
My fingers reach for his waist but he grabs hold of them and raises my hands above my head as he bites my lips, licks into my mouth and then sucks on my tongue. Holy fuck, if we weren’t in a public place I’d ask him to pound me straight into oblivion.
“I didn’t know you could dance like that,” he rasps against my cheek as he releases his grip on my hands.
His fingers connect with my neck and he hauls my lips to his again. His tongue digs deep in my mouth and I groan shamelessly as I grab on to his hair and pull him flush against me. I’m so thoroughly turned on that my eyes practically roll to the back of my head.
He drags his mouth away and licks along my jawline up to my ear as he arches his hips into my groin. “You’ve got me so goddamn hard.”
“Yeah?” I ask, gasping against his neck. “Well, I know how to take care of that. Remember, you’ll need to beg.”
He laughs and kisses the side of my head. “Not here. I’d rather have you in my bed tonight.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Nyrae Dawn can almost always be found with a book in her hand or an open document on her laptop. She couldn’t live without books—reading or writing them. Oh, and chocolate. She’s slightly addicted.
She gravitates toward character-driven stories. Whether reading or writing, she loves emotional journeys. It’s icing on the cake when she really feels something, but is able to laugh too. She’s a proud romantic, who has a soft spot for flawed characters, who make mistakes, but also have big hearts.
Whether she’s writing young adult, new adult, or adult you can always count on a healthy dose of romance from her books. She likes to tackle tough subjects, and believes everyone needs to see themselves in the stories they read.
Nyrae is living her very own happily ever after in California with her gorgeous husband (who still makes her swoon) and her two incredibly awesome kids.
Once upon a time, I lived in New York City and was a wardrobe stylist. I spent my days shopping for photo shoots, getting into cabs, eating amazing food, and drinking coffee at my favorite hangouts.
Now I live in the Midwest with my husband and son—my two favorite guys. I’ve been a clinical social worker and a special education teacher. But it wasn’t until I wrote a weekly column for the local newspaper that I realized I could turn the fairytales inside my head into the reality of writing fiction.
I write Adult, New Adult, and M/M Contemporary Romance. I’m addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel everything. I believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels has become a dream job.