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Witchy Woman (Vampire Quest – Book One) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Feb 11, 2026 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

A witch who’s ditched sorcery…a down-on-his-luck vampire…

and one fateful encounter between them that could be pure magic.

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way — through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest.

AMAZON: https://tinyurl.com/mw84kawx

*****

Excerpt:

WREN

Easy, cowboy.

I grip his hand, keeping him from tilting my head to expose my neck.

Knowing what he wants, I’m not about to give it to him. Like most men—possibly all—he needs to learn some manners, self-control, and think of others besides himself.

I’m up to the task, liking what I’ve experienced with him so far.

I press my lips to his. They’re softer than I guessed. Warmer, too, considering he’s a vamp. And his scent… Wow. Something fresh, clean, and aquatic. Partly cologne. Mainly him.

Excitement bubbles up. I don’t deny it.

My pussy creams at his bristly cheeks. I like how he holds me. Firmly, like he means business, yet respectfully, too, no longer wanting to suck me dry.

I can live with that. To be honest, I crave it.

Deep down, I must be a hopeless romantic.

His self-control doesn’t hurt matters, while the previous pain and longing in his eyes touches me in ways I understand better than he likely knows. It’s also the reason I suck his tongue into my mouth and rub my ass against his stiffened cock.

Damn, he’s hard.

I tremble at the promise of his dick pleasuring, using, owning me, when I shouldn’t. Behaving like this, especially at work, isn’t my thing. Except, he’s a kindred soul, hating eternity as much as I do.

How could I pass that up?

He dips me to the right and cradles my boob.

Ah. Pleasure rolls through me, awakening need I’ve denied. I surrender all caution to the faint pulse beating within my passage and to my aching clit. It wants more of his kiss.

He angles his head and dips his tongue deeper into my mouth.

Slavishly, I suckle and taste him as much as I can, enjoying his flavor…something mystical and required, like a breath or a heartbeat. Whether that’s the vampire in him, I don’t know or care. His skilled touch proves he hasn’t been a virgin for quite a while. I’m guessing he’s in his late twenties…totally in his prime.

He pulls his mouth free and sucks my earlobe.

It tickles. I giggle.

He gathers me as close as possible, his face in my hair, his muscles tense either from passion, the pain of controlling himself, or both.

Damn, I want to hurt whoever turned him and stole his joy. Deep down, I sense he didn’t have a say in what he became any more than I did being born a witch. By human standards, I’m only twenty-three and already bored shitless with each new, never-ending day in my eternal existence.

Magic’s cool when it’s a fresh experience, mainly during my toddler years. Afterward, every spell’s the same old, same old.

I can conjure any material thing I want, which leaves nothing to strive for. Especially the important stuff…like love. Without breaking a sweat, I can put a spell on a man to adore me, but his devotion won’t be real. I can concoct a potion to fill me with whatever knowledge I want then get a high-powered job I don’t deserve.

Magic isn’t awesome. It’s a fucking curse.

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

Unearthly Desire (Outlawed Realm Book Five) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Sep 8, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

They’re fighting for their lives, freedom, and love…in the realm of the dead.

Eeete, a pleasure slave, thought she’d found freedom in an underwater colony until a hated Palace guard abducted her for his carnal pleasure. Swept with him through a portal into E3, she faces danger from the deceased, grotesque monsters, and a dimension where few things are as they seem and nothing can be trusted…including her own desire.

Running from sure death, she comes upon Makam, another guard, sentenced to E3 for treason against their dimension’s depraved ruler. She’s determined to hate him—as she does all men who imprisoned her in the Palace—but survival depends on them fighting together.

Curious about Makam’s seeming honor and tempted by his untamed allure, she soon falls under his sensual spell, their nights filled with unrestrained passion, their days spent trying to stay alive…an increasingly impossible struggle.

When all appears lost, an unexpected chance allows hope for them to flee together toward a promising future.

Until a shocking secret threatens to tear them apart forever.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

Book Trailer:

*****

Excerpt:

“My wetsuit keeps me warm.” She stroked the smooth fabric. “Only my face feels chilled. After I clawed the face mask off, it won’t work any longer.”

“Hmm.” He sat back on his heels and smiled. “Should I hope you brought a wetsuit for me?”

Eeete wished she had. “Sorry. No. Take mine.”

She touched the seam on her shoulder.

The silvery-blue fabric trembled then slid down, puddling at her feet.

Makam stared at her nudity.

Because he was a guard, she should have minded but didn’t. He’d been kind, protecting her like she mattered, speaking to her as his equal, answering most of her questions, including the ridiculous and painful ones.

“Go ahead, Makam. Put it on.”

He dragged his attention from her smooth cunt to her breasts and nipples.

His gaze blurred from desire, his breathing grew increasingly strained, and the bulge between his legs was pronounced…his cock’s outline thick and hard.

Her pussy dampened further, arousal spiking in her core.

She cleared her throat, hoping her voice wouldn’t tremble as much as her insides, and toed the wetsuit to him. “Wear it.”

He blinked slowly, his attention riveted to her nudity. “The suit won’t fit me. You’re shorter.”

“The suit fits everyone. Step on the material. You’ll see.”

“You’re cold.”

The chill in here proved worse than she thought…sharp and uncomfortable…not that she’d admit it.

And didn’t have to.

Her teeth chattered. She clenched them to stop the noise.

“Fuck this. You’re freezing.” On his feet, he gathered her into his arms, his inner heat warming her.

Eeete melted into his embrace, soothed and aroused by his size and musky fragrance.

His heart beat as wildly as hers.

She nestled closer then stilled.

Doing this was wrong. She adored Zekin.

He isn’t here.

Makam was.

Eeete tried to feel bad about her feelings, but couldn’t and pressed her mouth to his ear. “Do you want me?”

The question spilled out before she could stop herself. For some reason, she didn’t regret it.

She rubbed her cheek against his and drove her fingers through his dark curls. “If you do then—”

He slanted his mouth over hers, stealing her words, accepting what she’d offered him, not taking anything against her will.

Her trust in him grew, as did her affection.

Eagerly, she accepted and worshipped his tongue, then swirled hers around it, enjoying his flavor. A pleasant taste like the succulent fruit she’d eaten on occasion in the Palace, yet also indescribable and belonging to him alone.

He angled his head to deepen the kiss.

Her innermost being—the one she’d always kept hidden from others—rejoiced.

She slipped her arms around his neck and ground her breasts and pussy against his chest and cock.

A groan escaped him, the sound pleased and uncivilized.

He palmed her nipples. The tips hardened further. Grunting in delight, he fondled her breasts, his large hands imprisoning them for his use and pleasure.

Bursts of heat cascaded down her, gathering in her cunt, plumping those soft folds, her core’s moisture already coating them, preparing her for a man’s cock.

His.

With him, she didn’t need lubricant as she had in the Palace.

With him, she wanted this.

She drew his tongue deeper into her mouth then battled it so hers could fill his.

He allowed her what she wanted.

The greatest gift a man could give a woman.

Burning with desire for him, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, her passion savage and wanting. She slipped her fingers beneath his waistband and cradled his hot, rigid dick.

Naked lust swept through her. She weakened at his rod’s length, eager to work it in her palm.

At her wanton strokes, his breath spilled out.

She breathed him in and ran her thumb over the small opening in his velvety crown, wet from pre-cum. Using skill she’d achieved over a lifetime as a pleasure slave, she eased the warm liquid across the plump head to the bumpy skin at the back.

He pushed to his toes, and she followed, his muffled cry fierce.

She stroked and cradled his cock, making him harder, thicker, needier.

He tore his mouth from hers. “Enough of this shit. I want more.”

“Take it. Fuck me.”

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

Stolen Desire (Outlawed Realm Book Four) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Jun 6, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

One touch is never enough.

Her freedom depends on one man. A criminal to his realm…

One minute, Paige Ross is outside a Seattle bar, grieving a failed engagement. The next, she jerks awake in a weird, candlelit room with velvet walls, black silk sheets, and a man who motions for silence.

Paige has little choice but to trust the powerful stranger who promises a way out of what looks like Satan’s brothel. And pray his promise to keep her safe is as real as the heat burning in his eyes.

Banished from E2’s ruling elite for supposed crimes against the realm, Zekin risks everything to rescue those brought to E5 for the guards’ carnal pleasure. Paige will be leaving this inhospitable realm of fire and ice—if he can somehow forget the way she melts in his arms.

Safe—temporarily—in an underwater world populated by strange creatures, Paige’s sexual awakening explodes into an unquenchable need that consumes them both. But the guards will be looking for her. And Zekin’s plan to send her home is a dangerous journey she cannot—will not—take without him.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

Excerpt:

He struggled then glanced to the side. The pod Paige was in.

Their eyes met.

Shocking desire consumed him, tangling his thoughts, making him more uncertain than he’d ever been. Yearning flooded her face, the same she’d shown before their kiss.

Her response to him then hadn’t lasted. She’d backed away, confusion and possibly dismay coloring her features.

She wore the same emotions now, uncertain about her feelings.

He suspected she didn’t want to watch him and Eeete but couldn’t help herself.

Eeete made a compliant sound laced with lust, urging him to do whatever he willed.

Their coupling would never be enough for him. This was still a prison. He could never leave it. Nor could she or the others here. Only Paige.

Refusing to think about the sorry future, he turned from Paige and entered Eeete in a powerful thrust, sinking into her completely. He trembled and tightened his jaw. She was extraordinarily tight and indescribably warm—designed that way by geneticists who’d created her.

She was also sweet and giving.

Affection filled him, crowding out coarse male need. He wanted his feelings to evolve into love for her, but they never would.

He should have pulled out and left the pod but couldn’t. To abandon her at this point would wound her more than if he simply used her. No matter how he’d tried to explain himself in the past, she didn’t comprehend a man’s need for honor, to do the right thing.

She knew only this. To her, sex had been her one connection with others in a relentlessly lonely and cruel existence.

No, he couldn’t leave her now. She wouldn’t understand. Nor would he ever have Paige in the way he wanted.

He gripped Eeete’s hips and thrust repeatedly, telling himself to be grateful for this moment, warning himself not to consider anything else. Anything more.

Paige couldn’t turn away. She didn’t want to. Zekin’s meaty cock burrowing into Eeete’s sheath transfixed her. Moisture from Eeete’s arousal glistened on his thick shaft.

He stroked her clit.

Her mouth sagged open. She gripped the rough linen then gritted her teeth. Her color deepened.

She was fighting her orgasm.

He stroked her nub repeatedly, coaxing her over the edge.

She didn’t fall, another defiant act in a lifetime of yielding.

Paige figured Eeete’s rebellion had nothing to do with her desires and everything with his pleasure. She wanted his enjoyment above all else.

He rode her fast then slow, alternating his pace. His shoulders bunched. Perspiration dotted his chest and forehead, the thin sheen a bluish shade from the water, the tint accentuating his bristly cheeks.

Paige lost her breath. She imagined his stubble rasping her inner thighs as he licked her cleft. The thrill in having him taste her, tonguing her clit, wrapping his arms around her legs so she couldn’t move them or deny him.

She never would. She owed him for rescuing her from the horrible junk they’d been through and the stuff they’d yet to face. However, her feelings for him went deeper. She longed to touch and smell him, lose herself in his embrace. There was no way she could deny her emotions any longer. It was crazy, given who he was and wherever they were.

Escaping the awful room she’d awakened in, the ice tsunami, and the bizarre creatures in this place had brushed the cobwebs from her brain. For the first time ever, she needed to live for the moment, enjoying what she could before it ended.

It would.

He’d promised to do everything he could to bring her home. Given what he’d already done on her behalf, he’d proved he was a man who kept his word. She figured he might be waiting for the monsters outside these pods to fall asleep and stop being a threat so he could take her back.

If the creatures ever rested.

If they didn’t, he and his men would have to devise a workable plan.

He tensed in climax, his Adam’s apple bobbing from his quick swallows, ragged breaths heaving his chest.

Eeete released the linen, her fingers limp, contentment glazing her eyes.

They remained joined.

At last, he rested his cheek against her back, his attention on the pod wall, the coral and creatures beyond, and finally Paige.

Held by him, stirred beyond anything she’d known, she was unable and unwilling to glance away.

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

Swimming My Way Back to You (A REELSHORT Original Story) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | May 12, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

It’s time to choose herself for once… too bad fate has other plans.

Hazel hoped she’d found her forever with Marcus. Even though their love is a secret, she always held out hope that one day, they’d share something real. But when his ex, Zoe, returns to town, all bets are off. Hazel has no choice but to end things with him, once and for all. As she begins to pick up the pieces of her life, she makes a startling discovery—she’s pregnant. What’s worse? Marcus reappears with a shocking proposal: marry him in secret.

Torn between the man she longs to love and the future she wants for her unborn child and herself, Hazel is swept into a world she neither wanted nor imagined, one where jealousy, betrayal, and scandal reign supreme. Every stolen glance, every confrontation, every heartbreak brings her closer to her truth—and further from the life she once imagined.

AMAZON: https://shorturl.at/chzOJ

*****

Excerpt:

Marcus and I sit across from each other at a table in the Good Food diner that truckers and travelers frequent.

No fine dining for us as he would have chosen for him and Zoe.

I tell myself this locale doesn’t matter. Neither does him scrolling through his phone rather than looking at me. Try as I might, I don’t believe that rationalization and can’t muster my beloved indifference. Fuming at his neverending insensitivity, I fight the urge to smack the phone from his hands.

If he texts Zoe while we’re here, especially after I tell him my news, I’m absolutely going to lose it.

Not knowing how to begin, I settle on being sarcastic.

“That was some fireworks display. Totally over the top. Downright gaudy.”

He doesn’t look up from his screen. “I’m surprised you saw it. I thought you’d be with Ethan… somewhere… and wouldn’t bother coming. That would’ve disappointed Zoe.”

I’m not sure what he’s getting at. Since Zoe doesn’t know about Marcus’s and my non-relationship, she wouldn’t care what I thought.

“Why would she be disappointed?”

He flicks his gaze at me, then looks back at his screen.

“She arranged the show to let everyone know she was back in town.”

“What?” I lean against the table toward him. “The display wasn’t your idea? You didn’t pay for it?”

He laughs. “Me? No. Why would I?” He gestures to his phone. “I checked our usual spot. They’re fully booked tonight. There is another hotel nearby with a room open.”

I can’t believe it. He thinks I texted him so we could screw?

Bristling, I grip my purse so hard, my knuckles hurt.

“Want me to reserve it for us? Or would you like me to find somewhere else where we can—”

“I’m pregnant.”

I pull the scan from my purse and throw it at him.

He stares at me then peels the scan from his chest, but doesn’t look at the image. “What?”

“You heard me.”

That he did, his face ashen, which tells me everything I need to know. For once, I’m not disappointed in him. He’s reacting precisely as I thought he would.

He puts his phone and the scan on the table. “Your baby—”

“Our baby, Marcus. Yeah, it’s yours.”

He frowns. “So what’s your plan?”

My plan?

I can’t believe he said that. He knows I grew up in foster care and how I feel about children. I was one once and there’s no way I can forget the most traumatic day of my life when I was only three…

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue

Love Me After My Death – A Reelshort Original Story by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Apr 6, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 2 Comments

Blurb:

There was a time when Caroline would’ve done anything for her former sweetheart, Eric Martin.

That’s why she agreed to marry him.

Six years ago, Caroline faced a dire ultimatum from Eric’s mother. Marry Eric, and Stacy—Eric’s conniving girlfriend—gets the life-saving operation she needs. Out of love, Caroline agreed, hoping that in time, she and Eric would be able to rekindle the spark they once shared.

But that hope was in vain. Since that fateful day, Eric has harbored nothing but brutal resentment for Caroline; the last six years of marriage have been a nightmare.

As their marriage descends deeper into emotional warfare, Caroline receives a shocking, tragic diagnosis of her own.

While Caroline quietly prepares for the end, an all-too-familiar face returns—with a devastating secret to reveal.

With time running out, the question remains: Will Eric finally see Stacy for who she is, or will everything fall apart before Caroline’s last breath?

AMAZON: https://shorturl.at/8sNUy

*****

Excerpt:

If I could run away from Stacy without looking like a loser, I would, wanting only to put the past behind me forever.

Slugging her would also be great for all the shit she brought into my life.

Steeled against whatever she intends to dish out, I face her, my emotions hidden behind indifference I’d show an annoying stranger.

I lift my chin and look down my nose at her. “Were you speaking to me?”

She blinks at my cold tone and question, her confidence shaken.

Score one for me.

“Uh… yeah.” Her smile wobbles, confusion in her eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you here so I said hi.” She laughs self-consciously. “Hi. Long time no see, right?”

I frown. “Do I know you?”

Another blink. Her cheeks redden. I suppose with the same embarrassment I felt around her. Eric, too, when they pawed each other or kissed in my presence.

“Yeah, we do know each other.” She clears her throat. “It’s me, Stacy.”

I don’t react.

Frowning, she speaks through her teeth. “Stacy Hill.”

I pretend to think about that then shrug. “No wonder I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed.”

“What?” Hand to her chest, she titters. “No I haven’t. I’m the same old Stacy. Looking as good as ever.”

“If you say so.”

She wrinkles her nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

God, I love yanking her chain. Despite my urge to simply lie down, I put on the act of my life. “Your hair’s thinner than I recall.” I drag my gaze down her then up. “You’ve also gained weight.”

She steps back. “The hell I have.”

“Don’t worry. Six years will do that to some women.”

Pure hatred for me flashes in her eyes. At one time her disdain would have bothered me. At this point, I couldn’t care less. To be honest, I’m waiting for her to leave.

She remains and crosses her arms over her chest… a protective gesture.

“What are you doing in this hospital?” She taps her foot, waiting for my answer.

I’d cut out my tongue before telling her anything personal. Knowing her, she’d use the information to destroy me. She’s good at turning love into hate.

“My turn for a question.” I tilt my head to one side. “Why are you back… invading this space?”

Her face pales. I’m not surprised. In the past, I was never direct. Nice worked better for me. No more.

She sizes me up as if she’s uncertain where I’m coming from. Then her gorgeous face grows ugly with her signature venom.

“Surely you can’t be that dense. You know why I’m here.”

I can guess, or be honest and tell her the truth. I prefer to play with her feelings as she did with mine.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Eric, dammit.” Fists clenched, she steps toward me. “I’m here for him. If it wasn’t for you, he and I would already be married.”

I stroke my wedding ring, proof Eric belongs to me… at least in the eyes of the state. She notices the gesture.

“If you say so, Stacy.”

She curls her upper lip. “From what I hear, Eric regrets your marriage.”

“I thought you regretted it.”

Her eyes widen, then narrow. “Pretend all you want with me, I know the truth. Eric loathes you.”

My stomach cramps. Unwilling to give her the upper hand, I fight my sorrow, offering no reaction.

Confusion flares in her eyes, then pure meanness. “Maybe he wouldn’t still hate you after all these years if you hadn’t cheated on him.”

Stunned, I gape then shake from rage.

“Are you serious? You can’t be.” I get in her space. “I never cheated on him and you damn well know it. I’m not you, Stacy. I’ll never sink as low as you.”

She laughs softly. “Does Eric know that?”

He’s clueless when it comes to her, and she’s fully aware of it.

The gloves were off before, now my claws are out.

“Have you forgotten the part about you cheating on him? I was there, Stacy. I saw what you did. Guess he doesn’t know about that, huh? Did you lie your way out of the problem?” My voice is vicious. “Wonder what he’d say if I let it slip how you whored around on him.”

“Go ahead.” Her smile couldn’t be more smug. “He’ll never believe you over me. I made sure of it.”

I’m not surprised by her comment, but something about it nags me. A matter I’ve forgotten and need to recall… or ask her about.

“How can you be so sure he’ll believe you?”

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

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Shameless Desire (Outlawed Realm Book Three) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Mar 2, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 2 Comments

Blurb:

Passion without limit. Carnal hunger that knows no bounds.

Within Earth’s five dimensions, nothing is as it seems…and desire is never far away.

In E4’s jungle, Kuma’s the Alpha werewolf bent on revenge against the hated guards. Swept with them from that dimension to E1, he prowls Seattle at night, stopping the thugs from abducting women for use as sex slaves in E4’s Pleasure Palace.

On her way home from her nursing job, Gwen senses danger in the night’s shadows. A stranger attacks. Clinging to consciousness, she watches the impossible, a wolf fighting him off…protecting her. She wakes in her own bed, convinced it must have been a dream until she sees Kuma in human form. Virile, intense. A man like no other.

Within his powerful embrace, Gwen experiences rapture she didn’t believe existed. His unrestrained lust and burning need end her loneliness, though not the menace they face. The guards are a constant threat in their hunt for women and their determination to see Kuma dead. Together, he and Gwen must fight—for his life, her freedom, their future.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

Excerpt:

Kuma caught the woman’s scent on the damp breeze. She smelled earthy like the surrounding vegetation, sensual from female musk and spices on this realm, some sweet, others warm. The same as he imagined her breath and skin.

Those fragrances and danger had drawn him here tonight.

He lifted his face to the drizzle and inhaled deeply, savoring her sensual aroma, picturing what she might look like, welcoming the images his mind created: her naked—though not here in Seattle—in the jungle where he’d once lived, her nudity bathed in faint light from dawn breaking through countless leaves. Moisture beaded on her shoulders and throat. The droplets glimmered, much as insects did in his dimension, then grew fat and slipped past her full breasts to her torso and navel. Other beads clung to her nipples, her heightened breathing shaking them free.

He craved to smell her excitement and desire for him.

He pictured her on his plane, facing him without fear despite what he was, her lips tilting in a provocative smile, her voice enticing.

“Can you catch me?” She drew back her shoulders in a surprisingly arrogant stance. “Can you possible satisfy me?”

In his fantasy, he laughed at her audaciousness.

She turned and ran, playing their game, demanding he follow if he intended to have her.

Never was there any doubt, not even in his thoughts. At a full run, he chased her through the foliage. Leaves slapped him, the rain coating them flinging in every direction.

She darted around trees.

He did, too, and broke through plants towering over them.

Insects scattered.

In the distance, a birdlike creature called to its mate, its full-throated cry cutting through the heavy quiet.

Other males in his pack watched from the shadows, waiting for him to fail so they could mount her.

Never.

He’d been alone too long, without a female’s comfort and warmth, her concern for his safety telling him he mattered.

His feet pounded the soil, and his lungs burned. His entire being desired her.

He bolted past her.

She gasped at his unexpected move then pivoted, guessing his intent, and tried to retrace her steps.

Too late.

He was faster than she was and far more determined.

With one arm around her waist, he pulled her against him. Her plush ass nuzzled his cock, making it harder. She smelled like female and animal need.

A submissive purr spilled from her. She turned her face to his, lips parted.

He captured her mouth and thrust his tongue inside. Her wet heat heightened his senses. Warmth burst through him.

Willingly, she suckled his tongue, proving her desire.

Primitive need consumed his every thought. He kissed her deep, long, savagely, the animal part in him freed by passion.

She parted her lips even more, inviting him to take her.

They sank to the ground. He directed her to her hands and knees. Her hair, as he imagined it, fell forward and swept the jungle floor.

She lifted her buttocks to expose her openings for his use. A servile yet shameless position. Her cunt was moist, glistening from her excitement, her soft folds plump from arousal.

He lifted his cock to her opening but didn’t penetrate. Other males in his pack edged closer, smelling his lust and hers. Their eyes glittered in the shadows.

He recognized their need.

His was too great to wait another second. On an assured thrust, he drove his cock into her waiting cunt. Her unimaginable warmth pulled a gasp from him. He trembled then drove his shaft deeply and fully into her until they touched, proving his claim. She belonged to him…always would. Her sheath was snug, a wondrous prison confining him in the best possible way.

Welcomed delight dashed up his chest and arms. His flesh tingled. He pulled back and thrust, his balls so tight they didn’t move. A shudder escaped him. He—

Footfalls sounded, breaking into his thoughts. Voices mingled with the other racket.

Male and female workers exited a tall beige building called a hospital on this plane.

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue