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Diamond in the Rough by Danielle James

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A diamond in the rough…

The family diamond business is all Ethan Withers has, and for the last seven years, it’s been everything to him. Inherited at only 18, his father’s passion has become his life’s work.

A hidden gem…

Christina McAlister was smart, funny, sexy, and everything he never knew he wanted. She hides her sparkle behind her drive to finish her law degree. Having been hurt before, she doesn’t have time or the desire for love.

Just the right amount of friction, and a chance encounter, and a lot of heat sparks will change them both. Will they be able see past their individual goals in order to claim a once in a lifetime prize?

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Ethan tipped his hat, bowing to her. “Thank you for the dance,” he rumbled.

“Yeah! Whoohoo! That’s what I’m talking about!” Dana shouted from the sidelines.

“Oh, my god,” Christina said on a laugh, bending at the waist, feeling slightly embarrassed.

She’s Everything, by Brad Paisley, started playing and couples moved their way back onto the dance floor. “May I have another?” he asked her, holding out his hand.

“If you don’t dance with him, I will!” Dana shouted again. Christina waved at her friend, then took Ethan’s hand.

He pulled her in close, so close that their bodies were touching. Her hands automatically went to his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist. He moved slowly, looking down at her the entire time. His stare was so intense that Christina couldn’t hold it, so she laid her head on his chest. Even though she’d only just met him, she was comfortable being this close to him. Right then, he wasn’t a complete stranger, but someone she’d known forever. She knew all she needed to know about him. She could hear him singing low, the timbre rumbling in his chest. She could hear his heart beating and she could smell him. Lord, she could smell him. Soap and man. Her insides turned to mush and really, she just wanted to take him in the back and jump his bones.

Why couldn’t she? Christina was leaving the next day. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again. Ignoring the pang in her heart, she lifted her head to look up at him. He was still staring down at her. His full lips curled into a small smile, exposing a dimple in his left cheek. She rose up on her toes, pulling his head down. Ethan tipped his hat, covering both of their faces, and then he kissed her.

His lips touched hers and a slow burn spread throughout her body. Every nerve ending in was alive and firing at the same time. His kiss was soft and gentle, teasing her until she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. He moaned softly, cupped her cheek in his hand, and then pushed his tongue into her mouth. Christina could taste the faint hint of whiskey on him, but more than that was his taste. She twisted her fingers in the back of his too-long hair, holding him closer to her. When he broke the kiss, she wanted to scream, but she realized the song had ended. She knew what she was thinking was a bad idea, yet she was going to do it anyway.

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Ethan could have kissed her forever, he decided as he looked down into her stormy grey eyes. “Thank you,” he said.

Christina smiled mischievously at him and took his hand. “Come with me,” she commanded.

He would have followed her anywhere.

She led him toward the back, past the restrooms and into a darkened hallway. “Where are we going?” he asked.

“Right here,” she said, pushing him against the wall. She grabbed his face and pulled him down for another kiss. Ethan was all too happy to oblige.

She tasted of lemon but underneath that was the sweetest wine. Sucking on her tongue, he savored her taste, holding her hips still. She broke the kiss and began kissing his neck. Ethan’s head tipped back and a moan escaped him. She was going to kill him. He knew it. She continued her sweet torture and he knew he would never survive it.

Unable to take it anymore, he switched their positions so she was against the wall. She looked up at him with fire in her eyes and he knew he was right. Her lips were swollen and wet and he couldn’t resist another taste. But this time, he didn’t stay there. He kissed his way along her jaw to her neck, sucking and nibbling down to her collar bone.

“Not here,” she said.

Ethan realized that they were getting into it pretty heavy and even though they were hidden, anyone could come walking by. They were in public. In a bar. Which brought on another thought. “How much have you had to drink?” he asked.

She raised a brow at him. “Seriously?”

Ethan shook his head. “Look, there’s nothing I want more than to throw you in my truck, take you back to my hotel, and make you scream my name all night. But I can’t if you’re drunk. So please, tell me; how much have you had to drink?”

“What makes you think I want to go with you?” she asked, straightening her spine and brushing her skirt down. “Just so you know, I’ve had one shot and a half a beer. But no worries, this was a bad idea anyway.”

“Wait,” he said when she turned to walk away. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to regret it in the morning.”

“I don’t do regrets.” She put her hands on her hips. “Now, are you gonna throw me in that truck or not?”

Ethan didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned down and scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder then walked out of the bar caveman style.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

I’m a smart-mouthed, KY girl who loves to read and write. I have more than twenty titles to date and many more to come. I write primarily in paranormal romance with a flair for the steam, but I also dabble in suspense, thriller and contemporary.

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Spotlight on Keep You Safe by C.R. Moss (@CRMoss @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty

by Lucy Felthouse | Apr 23, 2018 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Down and Dirty

Coming May 22!!

Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing

Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs

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Keep You Safe by CR Moss

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I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Kian Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.

Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that’d brought us together could also tear us apart…and possibly claim my life.

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Kian sat back and rubbed his chin. “He’s still bothering you?”

Nodding, I continued to breathe deep to allay my anxiety. “Kind of.”

“He sounds like a jerk. If you were mine, I’d treat you like a queen. I’d do anything I could to keep you safe and free from harm.”

“If I were yours?” God, how I wanted to believe that a man would do that. Be a true gentleman, someone who would treat me right, someone I could trust not turn into a pig. Even if Kian spoke the truth, there were other factors to consider. “You do remember there’s an age gap between us, right? That I’m older than you?”

He lifted a shoulder again. “So? We’re both adults. ‘Consenting’ adults. I hated that my family moved, and I couldn’t see you anymore. That I only had you in my fantasies.”

“Wait. What?” This time I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. “You fantasized about me?”

“All the time.” He chuckled, and pink tinged his cheeks. “I thought you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen, and I was a hormonal teen. I wasn’t joking before when I said you’re beautiful.”

Compliments. Wants. Desires. The claims coming from him made my breath catch on such an intense wave of yearning it almost hurt.

‘Oh, Lord, what kind of spell is this man weaving over me?’

“I appreciate the sentiment, but like I’d said, you could have your pick. Why would you want an older lady with ten to twenty extra pounds on her frame?” Under my breath, I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “Chad used to say no man wanted a chubby-wubby.”

Kian pursed his lips. “We’ve already established that Chad’s a tool. Me? I think you’re perfect the way you are. You don’t need to lose a pound.” He smiled. His gaze softened. “God, I really want to kiss you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Before I knew it, he leaned across the table, gently palmed my cheek and placed his lips on mine. Hungry desire flooded me. I couldn’t deny my body’s response or the fact that I was seriously attracted to Kian. I wanted the kiss to deepen, but luckily, I had enough wits about me to not go crazy with the public display of affection.

Then, as quick as it started, it ended. He sat back, taking any decisions I might have had to make out of my hands.

“Thank you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”

More heat blossomed in my face. I couldn’t believe how much I’d been blushing. His attentions and presence made me feel like a silly, teenager in the throes of my first crush.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Hi everyone, my name is Casey, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy) and sometimes the stories have an erotic flare to them. My professional bio for C.R.: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

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Spotlight on Heat Sink by Cecile Tellier (@CeecTellier @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty

by Lucy Felthouse | Apr 21, 2018 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Down and Dirty

Coming May 22!!

Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing

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Heat Sink by Cecile Tellier

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Christian Harrington went to work every day as a steamfitter at the local nuclear energy plant with some expectation of danger. When Christian meets fiery bartender Roxy McVee he quickly realizes he may have met his match. Unfortunately, Christian is not the only person with their sights set on Roxy.

Roxy McVee had wanted a fresh start. Slinging drinks and telling jokes at the local bar in Upstate NY seemed like a great way to go. Her decision is rewarded when serious but sexy as hell Christian Harrington walked into the bar with his friends after work. Roxy’s immediate reaction to him leads her to become comfortable around him. Unfortunately, the reason for Roxy’s move proves that the saying that the things one resist, persist is true. Roxy and Christian must navigate a potentially deadly landmine in the form of one very dangerous visitor from her past.

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“I actually love most food, and I’m not a vegetarian. Do you cook for ladies often? Never mind. You don’t have to answer that. I don’t even know why I asked.” Shaking her head, Roxy could feel her face flush. Why did she asked such a personal question?

“I don’t mind answering. You’re the first non-relative female I’ve cooked for, or invited over for that matter. I work a lot. It doesn’t leave me a lot of time to host get-togethers with the fairer sex.” His wry expression caused goosebumps to rise over her arms.

“Well, I’m glad I happened to meet you at the right time, then.” Roxy was unused to the butterflies floating around in her stomach at his response.

“What about you? I know what Manny said, but I’m assuming you’ve got a pretty steady stream of date offers.” Christian plate before putting a bite in his mouth.

“I do, but you’re actually the first I’ve accepted in a few years.” She followed suit by eating some of her lasagna.

“Why did you accept mine?” His voice was soft, and he was no longer eating but watching her closely.

“I…it’s hard to explain. You felt right. I don’t mean in the literal sense. You just weren’t someone I wanted to say no to.” She took another bite out of nervousness, but closed her eyes at the taste of melted ricotta and paremsian cheese blending with the perfectly cooked lasagna noodles and a red sauce she would bet was home made.

“This is amazing by the way.” Changing the subject seemed like the best choice at the time. Roxy wasn’t comfortable with spilling her guts on the first date, even if she meant everything she’d said.

“Thank you, I watched a video on how to make my own sauce. The rest is pretty easy.” He shrugged but took another bite.

They ate the rest of their meal, talking about their respective work.

“Do you get a lot of Homer Simpson jokes when you tell people you work at nuclear reactors?” Roxy helped him load the dishwasher and accepted the cold beer he offered.

“No, mainly because I don’t actually work in the operation of it. I’m there to make sure their systems that create and carry the steam power through the reactor stay safe and functional. Most of the time, I’m in there is for planned maintenance or during shutdowns for renovations.”

“Well, that makes sense then. Do you like donuts, though?” Roxy couldn’t resist.

Christian laughed and nodded. “I do, in fact like donuts, but I don’t eat them much. Want to see something great?”

Before Roxy could agree, he was leading her upstairs to an open loft area that led to one of the wraparound deck doors. Once outside, they were treated to a full view of the moon and stars in the night sky.

“Wow, that’s beautiful. Do you spend a lot of time out here?” Roxy leaned against the railing and inhaled the smell of lilacs growing around the property.

Christian put his hands on either side of her on the deck and spoke from behind her. “I do, it’s where I recalibrate myself.”

“Oh, talk steamfitter to me.” Roxy shivered but pressed back so that her back was flush against his chest and pressed against him rather than just caged by his arms.

“Hmm, fire caulk…” Christian’s arms wrapped around her and she felt his chin rested on the top of her head.

Roxy erupted into giggles and hugged his arms to her. “You’re the whole package aren’t you Christian?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Christian nuzzled her ear, the tingles moving from the affected part down her body to less directly involved places.

“You work hard, you’re talented, you’re smart, and you have a sense of humor. What’s your downside?” She pushed into his wayward mouth and bit her lip.

Christian nibbled on her earlobe and murmured, “Most likely that I’m slow to decide things but when I do want something I’m pretty laser focused.”

The vibration of his voice against her skin pulled an involuntary moan from her lips. “I would say that’s a bonus in most things.”

“You’d have to let me know, since I’m focused on you.” Roxy shivered hard at the words and arched back against him.

“I’d say from where I’m standing, it’s pretty fuckin awesome.”

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Cecile Tellier enjoys writing romance of many genres. She lives with her two children and is married to her very own steamfitter in Upstate NY.

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Spotlight on Sex Mechanic by Bella Settarra (@bellasettarra @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty

by Lucy Felthouse | Apr 19, 2018 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Down and Dirty

Coming May 22!!

Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing

Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs

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Sex Mechanic By Bella Settarra

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Known locally as the ‘Sex Mechanic’ with a ‘love’em and leave ’em’ approach to women, Ben Steadman is astonished to suddenly develop feelings for a new girl in town. She has a flat tire that he is happy to help with. Unfortunately she also has a couple of kids in tow, making her strictly off-limits– especially when he hears their daddy’s in the military.

Iona Walker is filling in at her uncle’s firm, although admin doesn’t exactly excite her. She is smitten with the handsome mechanic who helps her out, although she senses mixed signals.

After his boss’ heart attack, Ben realizes that his job isn’t as safe as he’d hoped as he struggles to keep the company afloat. Iona is delighted to offer her help with the business, especially as it means them working together.

However, a concoction of misunderstandings and interference seems destined to keep the two apart…

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Ben drove the Jeep to the bar just a couple of blocks away. It was the last place he wanted to be, and she was the last person he wanted to be with, though he couldn’t convince his cock of that. The damn thing had been fidgeting about in his pants ever since she’d shown up. His brain, on the other hand, was admonishing him for going ahead with the stupid idea, but it was too late now.

He was glad it wasn’t too busy inside; it was still early. While Connie went to the bathroom, he ordered a couple of drinks and chose a table near the door. He wasn’t planning to stay long. At least the air con works in here, he thought to himself.

“You remembered my favourite drink.” She appeared, fresh-faced and beaming, a few minutes later.

“The bartender did,” he lied.

She looked a little disappointed, but sat down and took hold of her glass.

“I haven’t got long. I need to take a shower,” he reminded her bluntly.

She nodded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you out like this.”

“Why did you?” He knew he didn’t sound very sympathetic, but she was quite right. She shouldn’t have.

“I needed to talk to you.” She looked sad again, and he dreaded a repeat of those damn tears. Despite all the sobbing she’d done just now, there wasn’t a tear-stain on her face and her eyes were as beautiful as ever—not in the least puffy or red.

“You got boyfriend trouble?”

She gaped at him and then smiled. “You know me so well.”

He snorted. It didn’t take a genius.

“I shouldn’t have left you for him,” she said, that bottom lip quivering.

“You didn’t,” he reminded her. “I caught you both together and finished with you if you recall.” He gave her a stern look. How stupid does she think I am?

She huffed. “Well, whatever. It was a mistake, okay? It shouldn’t have happened. I was drunk.”

“For the whole three weeks you were seeing him behind my back?” He leaned backward in his chair, staring at her. Either she had a very short memory or she figured he did. She’d bragged about the fact she’d been seeing the fucker right under his nose, calling him all kinds of stupid. He wasn’t about to forget that.

She turned red and started to drum her perfectly manicured nails on the table with one hand while she clutched her glass with the other. “You know how I am,” she said after a while.

“I sure do.”

She sat up straight and frowned. “Why are you being so mean?”

He sighed and took another swig of his beer. It wasn’t as cold as he’d have liked, but he guessed that was more to do with the heat of his hand. His whole body felt like it was burning up—firstly because he’d been trying to keep his erection under control, and now because she was really winding him up.

She stopped rapping her nails and started twirling her hair instead.

“I’m guessing you’ve had a row with him, then?” His voice sounded as weary as he felt.

“Not exactly.” She pouted.

He stared at her expectantly. No way was he about to drag the information from her. He wasn’t even interested.

She must have got the message because she went on after a few minutes. “I’ve left him,” she said. “He was cheating on me.” The sniffling started again.

“What goes around comes around,” he told her, determined not to be taken in this time. He took another swig of his drink.

“I thought you’d understand,” she said sulkily, sniffing hard.

“Oh I understand, all right,” he said with a snicker. “You’ve realized the guy’s not as perfect as you’d like so you’ve dumped him. Well, I hate to tell you, darlin’, but I ain’t perfect either.” He drank the last mouthful of beer as he stood up to go.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Her eyes were wide as she grabbed his arm.

“Yeah you would.” He shook his head incredulously. “In fact, you said a lot more than that when I caught you making out.”

“I didn’t mean it,” she insisted.

He pulled his arm from her grip. “Yes, you did.” He nodded. “And I meant what I said, too. It’s over. You don’t get to crap on me twice.” He turned and left the bar, gasping as the warm air hit him as soon as he stepped outside.

He strolled back to the garage and fetched his truck, berating himself every step of the way. Why am I such a dumbass?

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