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Topaz (The Silvia Saga #2) by #Jenna Lee

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Topaz (The Silvia Saga #2)

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TOPAZ ~ The Silvia Saga Book Two

Author ~ Jenna Lee
Designer ~ Sly Fox Designs
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Release date ~ June 2018

The world of magic is beautiful and enchanting, but there is darkness here too.

Dara has been to hell and back trying to discover her destiny. Thrown into a world she didn’t know she belonged to, she’s completed the first task of claiming Emerald, but lost someone she cares about in the process.

She finds her thoughts divided between finding the second stone—Topaz—and rescuing one of her warriors who was captured in battle. More now than ever, she’s determined to put her power-hungry uncle and his plans for complete domination down once and for all.

Intensifying relationships with her other three warriors test her as they prepare for their most important mission yet. The one thing they don’t count on is their enemy becoming stronger than ever before.

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Independent Brake

Independent Brake
by Sarah Cass
The Dominion Falls Series Prequel
Newly Revised Edition
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*~*This is a prequel novella. The HEA is ambiguous and meant to lead into the Dominion Falls Series*~*
 
Katherine Daugherty will do anything to avoid an arranged marriage at the tender age of fifteen. Running away from Dominion Falls, the only home she’s ever known, seems her only hope. She enlists the help of the one man she knows will never tell her parents the truth—the town’s nefarious brothel owner, Cole Mitchell. 
 
She makes her escape and winds up in Chicago. For three years she keeps her head down, but when she turns eighteen she steps into the world ready to take it by storm. 
 
Katherine takes a chance and asks a well-known rake to help her learn a few indecent things. Little does she know, life itself is about to teach her more than she ever expected.
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ABOUT SARAH CASS
 
Sarah Cass’ world is
regularly turned upside down by her three special needs kids and loving mate,
so she breaks genre barriers; dabbling in horror, straight fiction and urban
fantasy.  She loves historicals and
romance, and characters who are real and flawed, so she writes to understand
what makes her fictional people tick.
And she lives for a happy ending – eventually. And enough twists to make
it look like she enjoys her title of Queen of Trauma Drama a little too much.
 
An ADD tendency leaves
her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking,
and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing
the battles are her crucible; she may emerge scarred, but always stronger.  The rhythms to her activities drive her words
forward, pushing her through the labyrinths of the heart and the nightmares of
the mind, driving her to find resolutions to her characters’ problems.
While busy creating
worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active
online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes
raw glimpse into her life and art.  You
can most often find her popping out her 140 characters in Twitter speak, and on
Facebook.
  
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Trapped With Tommy (Royally Gay Book 3) by #AliceBoyce

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Trapped With Tommy (Royally Gay Book 3)

Publication Date: April 17, 2018
#KU #GAY

Two sworn enemies stranded in a mountain cabin face the blizzard of the century.‎

‎ ‎
Tommy

I’m Prince Thomas to the world, but Tommy to my friends. As an artist, I travel constantly so I’ve got ‎friends here in Raplen and in America. I adore everyone.‎
Except for one person. One man who stole my heart, broke it into a million pieces and walked away without a backward glance. ‎
The thorn in my side. The eternal pain in my buttocks.‎
Evan f*cking Spencer.‎
If I never see his face again, it will be too soon.‎

‎ ‎
Evan

Tommy was my first love. And my first mortal enemy. We’re competing for a spot in a highly competitive art ‎show in New York. ‎
What do I need? To win, of course. To beat Tommy. The gorgeous nutcase. The heartless bastard.‎
But first I need to paint a landscape to complete my collection. I don’t want just any landscape painting. I ‎want to capture the beauty of the little cabin in Raplen, the cabin where Tommy and I first touched and ‎kissed.‎
When I’m granted permission from the Queen to use the royal cabin, I set off for a week of painting in ‎paradise.
All I know is Prince Crazy A*s can’t find out I’m here. And that blizzard forecasted for the ‎mountain area… I need it to stay far away from me too.‎

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Rider by #LynnHagen

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Kenny is terrified when a creature breaks into his house. The only thought on his mind is protecting his grandfather, then two men show up and kill the thing. Kenny threatens to call the police, but instead, he’s whisked away to the mountains.

Rider is shocked when he discovers his mate in Howling Cavern, and being attacked by a feeder no less. What stuns him further is the fact Kenny is so accepting of everything. But a rumor going around has the shifters investigating a possible land sale right next to their territory. Jesse and the sheriff are shot at, men are coming into their woods, and what the pack finds out about the rumor goes deeper than they thought.

All Rider wants to do is protect his mate and unborn child, and if starting a war accomplishes that, then he’ll go up against a militia of humans to keep them safe.

 

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Darkness is Coming

Darkness is Coming
by Charles W. Jones
Genre: Horror
When Jess buys the house on Scarlet Lane, she quickly learns there’s
more inside the house than the walls. A strange clicking fills the
house at night, terrifying her children, ghosts reveal themselves,
and she discovers a dark entity frightened a young girl, causing her
to fall down the stairs to her death.
After Mason is released from prison, he is lucky to find a job and a place
to live in his hometown. When he meets Jess, he discovers she bought
his childhood home on Scarlet Lane, but he doesn’t know anything
about the dark things that reside there, and has been sent on a
mission by his employer to find something, though he isn’t given
any details of what he’s looking for.
Only a few know what happened in the old mining at the base of the
mountain when the beast made itself known over two hundred years ago.
Throughout the years it toys with the residents, possessing them,
tormenting them, killing them. An unexpected hero tells Jess and
Mason the town’s history, and about the beast trapped in the house
on Scarlet Lane, sharing the plan to end its reign of terror before
it takes more lives.
Charles W. Jones grew up in the small town Shoshoni, WY, and he managed to
break free from its grasp with his soul intact. Growing up in a small
town scared him to death most of the time. It’s very dark at night –
really dark. To top it off, it is full of ghosts; well, that’s what
Charles thought when he was kid. Turns out it was just the constant
wind blowing dirt and tumbleweeds. Two of Charles’ novels are set in
Shoshoni, Dreamwalker: The Second Plain and HOME A Novel.
There isn’t a part of the horror genre Charles doesn’t like. He likes it
creepy, filled with suspense, or even brutal with intense torture
scenes. His favorite horror movies have always been the slasher
movies; give him the gore. Clive Barker is Charles’ greatest
influence, but is also inspired by Lewis Carroll, Stephen King, and
Frank Beddor. Real life is a large contributor to his writing, where
he finds beauty in the most unexpected places.
Music has always been a great contributor to Charles’ life, by means of not
only entertainment, but personal soundtrack. When he writes, he
listens to different types of music to set the mood of the scene he
is writing. Eurythmics will always be at the top of his playlist, but
many other bands and genres occupy his mind.
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Jigsaw

Title: Jigsaw
Series: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Publication Date: April 22, 2018

Two Books in One: Jigsaw and Rusty

Jigsaw:
When you’re fighting for your life, with your Harley lying on your broken body, on an embankment twenty feet below the road, there is no time to think… “What the hell happened” and “Who was responsible?”
Someone, somewhere, must hold the missing pieces of the puzzle.
Jigsaw had one thing on his mind… survival, until he looked up into the eyes of an angel, minutes before another woman aimed a shotgun at his head.
He was alive at least… what else could go wrong?

Rusty:
When Rusty Daniels dumped his Harley in front of a group of boys who thought he was a hero, the former football superstar couldn’t walk away from them. 
They gave him no option. 
It was their way, or trouble would soon be headed his way… in a BIG way.

Reluctantly he headed in a new direction in his life… a direction that would lead him to a dying man called Saint, who would teach him more about living than he could have ever hoped for.

This is the 10th book in the Southside Skulls MC Series. It is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from the previous novels, DAX, CODY, GUNNER, ZACK, LEVI, KAT, HUNTER, GARRETT & WHEELIE are included in this story too. 
HEA and No cliffhanger. 
Intended for Mature Readers.

* * *

The Southside Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, and their friends and associates. 
Each story, while focused around one or more main characters, is not necessarily about a Southside Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.

 

He was freezing, and his clothes were wet. He could feel his hair sticking to his face, frozen to it. He shivered, and a ripple of pain tore through his body. It took a crazy amount of effort, but he was finally able to open his eyes. When he finally got them open, he was frustrated to realize that hadn’t done him much good. He was surrounded by darkness, and quiet. The only sound he could hear was the stridor of his own breathing inside his head. He had the eerie feeling that he was trapped in some kind of void…but where? Where the fuck was he?
He could feel that he was lying on his back and whatever was underneath him was wet and spongy and colder than hell. There was something heavy laying on top of his right leg. He reached down to push it off, but his hand slapped against something cold and hard, like metal. He managed to get a weak grip on it with his aching hand and he used it to help himself struggle upright. As soon as he did, a wave of dizziness and nausea assaulted him. Everything was spinning, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He closed his eyes and fought it, and when he opened them again the dizziness had receded, slightly. He sat very still, listening for sounds and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The shape of what was laying on his leg began to emerge at last. It was a motorcycle, the back end of a Harley. At least he thought it was the back end. The metal and chrome were so mangled that it was hard to tell. He’d been in an accident, that much was apparent. Maybe someone was looking for him, or someone had called an ambulance?
Just as he entertained that thought, a flash of light in the sky caught his eye. He looked up toward it and when he did, the quiet and stillness of the night was broken by the sound of a car approaching. There was a road above him and as the car came around a sharp bend, the guardrail alongside it came into view. It was split wide open like something had barreled through it. That something must have been him. It was nothing short of a miracle that he was even still alive. As the sound of the car disappeared and the eerie quiet returned he felt even more discouraged. There was no way that someone in a car could see him from up there, even if it were daylight, and the road was at least twenty feet above him. A steep, rocky embankment and at least an acre of trees stood between him and it. Even without a crushed leg and in the daylight, that would be one hell of a climb.
He looked around and tried to see through the trees on the other side wondering if there was anything beyond the them. The icy wind felt like tiny needles piercing his face and arms and his ears and head were throbbing. He could feel soft tufts of snow fluttering around his head and now that his eyes were used to the dark, he could see it sticking to the trees around him. He might not have known much at that point, but he did know he’d never survive a night in the woods in below freezing temperatures, a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Where the hell was his coat, anyways? Who rides a motorcycle, at night, in the snow, without a coat? And, why wasn’t he wearing gloves? Had he left wherever he came from so quickly that he hadn’t had time to grab them? He wished that he could remember, but he didn’t have time for all that right then. He had to get this damned motorcycle off his leg and go find help. The rest, he could figure out later, if he survived.
He wrapped his cold hands around an icy steel piece of the motorcycle, flinching when he felt it press down harder against his leg. His jeans were soaked with blood and his leg lay at an odd angle from the knee down. He tried to block that out while he pushed, pulled and tried to lift the heavy steel up so that he could pull his leg out. It was taking so long, and he was working so hard that he was covered with sweat and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold or if he was choking on his own frustration. At one point he yelled out angrily into the trees, howling almost like a wounded animal. All that did was make the throbbing in his head worse.
He almost gave up more than once, but at last he felt the excruciating pain shoot all the way up into his groin as he was able to move his leg enough to get it out from under the bike. The pain brought back the nausea and he felt like he was going to black out. He reached up and slapped at his own face, he’d be damned if he was going to pass out now that he was finally free. Now came the nasty business of trying to stand up on a leg that was twisted sideways. He had to roll onto his stomach and the cold penetrated his shirt and gripped his chest tightly as he pushed up on his sore arms, He almost collapsed, laughing like a lunatic what seemed like hours later when he was still doing push-ups and hadn’t made any fucking headway. He finally crawled to the nearest tree, dragging that worthless leg behind him. The bark scratched and tore at his flesh as he held on tightly and shimmied himself up until he was standing on his one good leg. He was so proud of himself for being upright that he almost forgot about his injury. He took a step and his leg gave out…right after a bolt of pain threatened to knock him out and then he went down on his face. He lay there and felt like he might cry. The process of getting back up just seemed just too daunting to face, so he began to crawl.
He crawled until his palms bled and then he’d find a tree, get up on his one good leg and he’d hop and hobble for a while. The pain was excruciating and the cold even worse, but his only other option was to lay down and die and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He pushed on and when the faint little light came into view, he wondered if he was imagining it. He stood still, gripping onto a tree and staring at it for a long time, waiting for it to disappear. When it didn’t, he pushed forward again, this time with something to focus on and a tickle of hope.
He couldn’t have said how much time passed, but finally a house began to take shape in front of him. He had to duck through a barbed-wire fence to get to it and the wire left deep scratches on the exposed parts of his body that weren’t already open and bleeding. Still, he kept going. He could see the light up close now. It was a lamp in a small window on the bottom story, and it seemed to be the only light on in the house. There were six windows, and a balcony on the side of the house facing him and in the center of the bottom windows was a narrow door, painted bright red.
He hobbled up to the cement steps and standing at the bottom, he leaned his head into the door and slowly raised his fist. He let it drop into the door a few times…and it barely made a sound. His muscles were so sore and tired and cold that they all wanted to refuse to work. He couldn’t give up now though and freeze to death on someone’s back porch. He raised up his head and raised his fist again, this time giving it everything he had as he slammed it into the wood. After four or five knocks the door was pulled open. At first glance he wondered if he had died along the way and this was heaven. The woman that stood at the door had on a nightshirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. Her long, thick brown hair hung disheveled around her face and her lips and cheeks were flushed like she’d been sleeping…or having sex. He almost laughed at himself. He was all fucked up, but still happy that part of his anatomy seemed to be working.
“Who are you?” she said, as another woman appeared behind her in the doorway. That one was hot too…but, she had a gun. He opened his mouth to try to say something when the one with the gun yelled over her shoulder,
“Kimber. Call Dax.” He was still trying to form words with his cold lips when a gray curtain seemed to descend all at once and the last thing he heard as he fell forward was the sound of a woman’s screams.
* * *
When he woke up again, his first thought was that at least he was a hell of a lot more comfortable…and warm. He was still in pain, but his leg was wrapped tightly in something and the pressure helped. It was also propped up on something soft and his aching head was laying against a pillow. He pulled open his eyes and found himself looking up into the most intense blue ones that he’d ever seen.  
The eyes were looking out at him from the face of a man that didn’t look happy about being pulled out of bed at whatever the fuck time it was. There was a deep crease between his brows and the man in the bed had to wonder if they would have cleaned him up and made him so comfortable if they planned on killing him.
“You awake?” The man with the blue eyes asked. He opened his mouth to talk again, this time nothing came out because it was just so damned dry. The big, blond man nodded at the angel who had answered the door. She had on a robe now, but she still looked just as hot. She held a cup near his lips with a straw sticking out of it and the big, blue-eyed man slipped a hand under his neck and lifted him up off the pillow. The woman put the straw to his lips and he sucked the cool, refreshing water into his mouth. It soothed his tongue and throat and he was disappointed when she pulled it away. The blue-eyed man seemed to still be waiting for an answer to his question and although it was obvious, the man in the bed said,
“Yeah.”  
“Where did you come from?”
“I-I walked…”
“From?”
“I think—I was in an accident, I think…”
“You think?”
“I was—there was—a lot of trees, and a road way up over my head…the guardrail was broken…”
The man with the blue eyes suddenly had a look of disbelief on his face. “I-95?” he asked. He may as well have been speaking a different language as far as the man in the bed was concerned. He didn’t know what, or where I-95 was.
“I-I don’t know. There were…a lot of trees.”
“You walked, here?”
“Yeah, sometimes I crawled,” he said, miraculously cracking a smile. So his dick and his smile still both worked. His mental checklist put that down as good news.
“That’s almost four miles from here, through the woods.”
“Seemed—it seemed like ten,” he said with another smile that hurt his face.
“I’ll bet. Do you know where you are?”
“No.”
“You’re on the Southside Skulls ranch.” Again, Chinese…it meant nothing to him, but the man seemed to think it should.
“I’m sorry, I-I don’t know who…” His voice was cracking and the pretty girl gave him another drink of water.
“What’s your name?”
It was the question the man had been dreading the most. On his long trek there he’d mulled that one over. Of course he had a name, and it was probably on an ID in his back pocket. But it had been too cold and he’d hurt too bad to try to find a wallet, or anything. Sadly though, he was going to need it, because he had no idea who he was. “I don’t know,” he said, at last. When the blue-eyed man looked at him like he was nuts he said, “I think I hit my head.”
The other man smiled. “Considering the drop from that guardrail to the ground below is about thirty feet, I’d say you hit it more than once.”
“Dax? Should I call the ambulance now?”
The sound of the woman’s voice was pretty but it struck a fear through him that cut like a knife. He wasn’t sure if it was her voice, or the idea of an ambulance that terrified him. “No,” he said, quickly. He couldn’t see the woman but the man she’d called Dax looked down at him thoughtfully and said,
“Let’s wait a bit.” Looking back at the man he said, “Call Doc instead.” Dax looked down at the man and said, “We’ll have our doctor check you out, see what he has to say and go from there. Maybe the pieces will start coming back after you’ve gotten some rest.”
“My wallet?”
“You didn’t have anything on you. I’ll send someone out to the crash site and see what we can find.”
“Thank you.”
“Doc says he’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.” That voice again. He still couldn’t see her but that tremble of fear accosted him once more. He knew the voice, and for some reason it frightened him. But why? Maybe she knew him, and she would have the answer to that.
“Okay Kimber, thanks.” Kimber…He heard that name before, recently. He closed his eyes and the memory of the two pretty girls in the doorway came back. The one with the gun had called out to Kimber to call Dax. Opening his eyes again, he fought back the remnants of fear that still surrounded him and said,
“That girl, does she know me?”
Dax raised an eyebrow and said, “Kimber?”
“Yeah, the one that was just talking to you.”
“Kimber!” Dax called out.
“Yes Dax?” Her voice was beautiful, soft, gentle, and it sent goosebumps racing down both of his arms and around back to his spine.
“Come here a minute, darlin’.”
The man in the bed actually shuddered when she approached. It was crazy, because there was nothing threatening about her at all. She was tiny, maybe five two at most, blonde hair that framed her face and touched her shoulders, and big, beautiful dark eyes. She had on a nightshirt that fell down to her knees and hid her figure but she couldn’t have weighed more than one hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet. Still, something about her caused his anxiety level to shoot through the roof. He could feel his pulse begin to pound and his breathing became more rapid. The woman was looking down at him with a blank look on her face and Dax was once again watching him like he might be a crazy.
“Do you know me?” he finally asked the woman.
“No…should I?” She looked and sounded so sincere, but she was so familiar. Why would she lie? Dax let them stare at each other for what seemed like several long minutes and then he finally told Kimber,
“You can go back to bed darlin’, thanks.” The man in the bed watched her go and while he did, he had the strange feeling that his past was leaving with her. He struggled to sit up, compelled to go after this tiny little nymph that seemed to scare him to death and beg her to tell him the truth. “Hey there Jigsaw…take it easy now, okay?”
* * *
He opened his eyes and he knew before he looked over at the clock that it was going to be exactly midnight. It always was. He had the dream at least once a week for the past six months. It wasn’t really a dream, but a memory and at first it pissed him off that he couldn’t remember anything else but he had to re-live that memory over and over again. But eventually it had just become a part of his life, like the ranch, the club, and the gorgeous woman laying next to him in the bed. He supposed his mind wanted to cling to that memory because it was the night that his life started over. Six months later he’d done a lot of moving forward, and a little bit of recovering his past, but that part was slow going and you could drive a train through the holes in his memory.
He was grateful that Dax let him stay on the ranch. He’d even done everything he could to help him find out who he was. Angel’s brother had run his fingerprints, but they were nowhere in the system, not even in the motor vehicle department. He checked with missing persons and no one matching his description had been reported missing. No one had reported an accident that night. It was almost as if he had never existed before. But, he had kept moving forward and it was almost eight months later now, and he was as happy as a guy without a past could be. Dax let him become a prospect a few months in and later that very night there was going to be a big patching in ceremony where he would be one of the guests of honor.
“You okay baby?” He smiled as she cuddled deeper into his side. The sound of Kimber’s sweet voice didn’t frighten him any longer. It had the opposite effect on him now. It made him feel like he was home. He’d fallen for her hard and fast and if he had to roll thirty feet down an embankment and forget his entire life to end up right here in her arms, he’d probably agree to do it all over again.
“I’m okay,” he whispered. “Horny though,”
She giggled. “What else is new?”

Jigsaw smiled again, but he was thinking, Pretty much everything, I guess.


Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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Edge of Retribution

Title: Edge of Retribution
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 10, 2018

 

Blurb
Landing my dream job has me eagerly looking
toward the future. But when I see Nash Garrison after six long years, my world
is thrown completely off its axis. 
He was my only friend
and confidant during the worst days of my life, and I fell hopelessly in love
with him. No eighteen year old girl could resist his protective nature and
charming grin. I was no exception.
Now, together, we’re
about to bring down the man responsible for my parents’ deaths. Revenge has
been the driving force fueling every decision I’ve ever made – except for
Nash. 
What is it about him
that sends the most rational parts of my brain into a tailspin? And how do I
balance on the edge of retribution without tumbling into heartbreak once more?

 

 

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Jacob
Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial
artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.



A writer of
sports romcoms and romantic suspense, Jacob plans on providing you with many
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Owned by the Sea

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Book Title: Owned by the Sea

Author: L M Somerton

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis, @studioenp

Genre/s: contemporary gay romance, BDSM

Length: 60869 words/164 pages

General Release Date: May 8, 2018

It is a standalone story.

Blurb

Storms pass and, in their wake, new beginnings can be found.

Talented young artist Jonty Trelawn paints the sea as self-inflicted punishment. For almost a year he has hidden away from life, survivor’s guilt consuming him, but the time has come to move on. He conceives the idea of a charity art auction in support of the local lifeboat station and the men and women who saved his life. He hopes the tribute to his family will release him from the sea’s invisible chains.

Carpenter Jed Curnow is bound to the water in a different way. As deputy coxswain of the Govenek, the local lifeboat, his world revolves around the close-knit crew. He thinks nothing of risking his life to save others. Saving Jonty is less dangerous but just as important to him. He wants nothing more than to give Jonty the love and security he needs.

Jed’s dominant personality calls to Jonty’s more submissive nature but will he ever allow himself to be happy? It’s up to Jed and his best friend Marmite to help Jonty put his tragic past behind him and live for the future.

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Jonty stood on the swaying deck and took a last, longing glance at the shore. His stomach was already heaving and the Caroline, named after his mother, had only just left the shelter of the bay. The next three days at sea were going to be torment. He hated the annual family ritual that took him away from his painting, but his father insisted on it and, at twenty-five, Jonty still hadn’t found the courage to refuse him. Rex Trelawn, who headed a private bank when he wasn’t torturing his son, had given up on Jonty ever being a ‘proper’ sailor, so Jonty was consigned to the galley with orders to keep the rest of the family fed and watered. He dealt with supplies, stocked the cupboards and made sure the boat was ready for a short sea voyage. He was also responsible for reporting their position to the coastguard at regular intervals, which he managed between visits to the head where his stomach contents insisted on making unwelcome reappearances.

The Caroline was a forty-six footer and manageable with a crew of four. She was just big enough that Jonty could avoid his father for some, if not all, of the trip. Rex always took the wheel while Jonty’s mother and younger sister, Evie, managed ropes and sails with ease. Evie had a sturdy build and relished the challenges of sailing while Jonty favored his recently deceased grandfather, being slight and less than average height. They were a small family, just the four of them, and Jonty found it impossible to refuse the one outing of the year that brought them all together, much as he wanted to. Three days battling his father’s disappointment was not his idea of a fun time.

Jonty slipped below deck to the narrow, claustrophobic galley and began preparations for a light supper. Soup and bread, fruitcake and hot chocolate would suffice—not that he’d be able to eat any of it himself. Just the idea of food made his stomach flip over. The four of them would take breaks and sleep in shifts, sailing out past Land’s End and into the Atlantic during the night. It would be something of an endurance test but Jonty could cope with that. He kept strange hours when he painted, sometimes forgetting to sleep.

His father was first to descend into the cabin, brushing a hand through his windswept silver hair. He shed his waterproofs, hanging them on a peg before taking a seat at the table.

“Wind’s getting up, Jonathon. Be sure to check the shipping forecast later.”

“Yes, sir.” Jonty didn’t need the reminder, but said nothing. He ladled soup into a bowl then placed it in front of his father.

“Not eating?” The usual note of disapproval colored Rex Trelawn’s tone.

“No.” Jonty didn’t expand. His father knew full well that Jonty got seasick every time he sailed.

“Come and join me.”

Jonty held back a sigh. He wasn’t feeling up to defending himself yet again.

“Shaw tells me your earnings are exceptional for such a young artist. He wants more work from you.”

The sigh escaped. “Shaw has no business discussing my finances with you. He’s my agent, not yours.”

“I hope you’re investing well?” Rex waved a soup spoon at him, ignoring Jonty’s objection. “I’ll have to put the rent up on Cliff House.”

Jonty’s family, including his sister who was studying at King’s College, resided in London. Jonty chose to live at the family’s second home in Cornwall where the pure light was perfect for painting. He needed a place of his own where he could cut another tie to his domineering father but somehow he’d never gotten around to house hunting. He didn’t rise to Rex’s taunt. Housing discussions were preferable to those that questioned his ‘dubious lifestyle choices’. Rex Trelawn had never quite accepted his son’s sexual orientation and it was a topic best avoided. When Jonty came out at eighteen, Evie had shrugged, his mother had wept for a while then refreshed her makeup, hugged him then commenced trawling her copious address book for prospective boyfriends. Rex had given him the silent treatment for months until Jonty’s first gallery showing had sold out. He’d proved to have some worth, so they’d reached a truce of sorts.

“It’s time I found a place of my own,” he said. “Property is a good investment these days, isn’t it?”

Rex grunted. Checkmate had been reached. Rex wanted his son as a live-in caretaker for Cliff House, a place where he had a hold on him. Rex knew it and so did Jonty. “It’s time for the shipping forecast.”

Jonty switched on the radio then relaxed into the familiar litany of strange names and wind speeds, paying particular attention to Lundy and Sole.

“It’s brisker than I expected,” Rex muttered. “Bloody weather changes on the toss of a coin. We could be in for a bumpy ride.” He cut himself a slice of fruitcake, grinning.

Jonty’s stomach did a jig. He just made it to the head in time.

An unpleasant five minutes later, Jonty returned to the cabin to find Evie swapping places with their father at the table.

“Have you been worshiping the porcelain god again, big brother?”

“The boy has a weak constitution,” Rex grumbled, disappearing up the steps to the deck.

“And he could eat roadkill on a rollercoaster without retching,” Jonty sniped. “You want soup, sis?”

“Only if you haven’t thrown up in it.” Despite her words, Evie’s smile was sympathetic.

“There’s nothing left in my stomach. Besides, you’re like Dad. You’ll eat anything.” Jonty did his duty with the soup then watched as Evie demolished the entire bowl and two sizeable chunks of bread.

“Hungry work out there.” She grinned. “Dad been giving you grief again?”

“Same as usual.” Jonty shrugged. “He won’t change.”

“Next year when he proposes this trip, tell him to go take a running jump off the nearest pier.”

“So says the favored child.”

“I’m straight, gorgeous, I love sport and will provide him with grandchildren. You are not straight, far too pretty for a man, refuse to cut your hair, you hate sport and you have a talent he doesn’t, which will no doubt make you richer than him. Of course he loves me best.” She raised her mug of hot chocolate in a toast.

About the Author

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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