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Both Sides of the Fence

Thunderstruck Book 1

by Amelia Elliot

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Woman's Fiction

 

That’s the thing about soulmates—you have to be brave enough to stay with them.

Dee Bullard acted responsibly her whole life. She worked hard, went to college, and became a veterinarian. Now in her late thirties, she’s stuck in the one place she always vowed to leave: her childhood home on a farm in Kansas. Then the boy next door breezes back into town, and past heartache catches up with them both.

After years in the Army’s special forces, there are some things that Ricky Lee never talks about. One of those things is the real reason he hasn’t come home in eight years: Dee. She’s a troublemaker who’s left him bearing the consequences one too many times. When Ricky’s father suddenly dies, he’s forced to return to care for his sick mother. Back in Dee’s orbit, Ricky can’t deny her. But he doesn’t think he can survive her either.

With nothing but a low cattle fence and a lifetime of memories standing between them, Ricky and Dee face a reckoning that will either break them forever or unite them for good.

Tropes:

*Small town

*Military

*Second chance

*Childhood sweethearts

*Forced proximity

*Soul mates

*Girl/Boy next door

Both Sides of the Fence is an epic love story about the choices you make when you’re young and how they impact you as you age. Spanning thirty-five years, it’s also a story about the struggles of millennials growing up in rural poverty and how they grapple with disillusionment with their American dreams and two decades of war as they strive for their HEA.

This is a contemporary romance novel containing explicit love scenes and adult language. Please use the Look Inside feature to review content warnings, which include spoilers.

 

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Conduct Unbecoming a Judge

Thunderstruck Book 2

 

Rich or poor, sick or healthy, everyone needs love.

For Esme Fernandes, life ended at thirty. First, she lost her ability to have children, and then she lost her husband. Certain she’s fated to die young like the rest of her family, Esme married her career instead. And it paid off: now thirty-eight, she’s a Federal judge, and determined to be worthy of her job.

Jack Bullard, twice People’s Sexiest Man Alive, is at a crossroads. Two years after a bewildering and brutal divorce, he misses his kids and is unfulfilled by his Hollywood stardom. But he’s made a career out of being irreplaceable, and too many people depend on him now.

When Jack and Esme collide—literally—sparks fly. But they also attract attention from the moment they meet, and not the good kind. Between scandalous pictures and Esme’s growing political conflict with a senator, things take a dangerous turn.

Just as Jack can see the future forming, the increasing scrutiny awakens Esme’s demons—and Jack has to decide whether fighting for her is selfish, or what they both need.

Tropes:

*Meet-Cute

*Movie star hero

*Sworn off relationships female

*Protective male

*Strong female

*Cinnamon roll hero

*Emotional scars

*Single father

*Disability/chronic illness

Conduct Unbecoming a Judge is a steamy contemporary romance with a strong female lead struggling with chronic illness, and a protective, cinnamon roll hero. Please use the Look Inside feature to review content warnings, which include spoilers.

 

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All the Ways We're Wrong

Thunderstruck Book 3

 

They’re completely wrong for each other. (They made a list.) But when a mudslide strands them alone on a mountain, they’ll need each other to survive.

 

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About the Author

Amelia Elliot works as a trial lawyer, copywriter, and author. She publishes on topics of law, business, and politics. ‘Amelia Elliot’ is the pen name for the author’s works in women’s literary fiction and romance. She lives with her husband and their three big dogs on a sailboat.

 

Disabled with chronic illness, she reads romances because they help her stay optimistic through pain and exhaustion. As a novelist, she writes stories that are funny, tragic, sexy, and real. Her novels have mature themes that contemplate human experiences, purpose, and trauma. She hopes her books help struggling readers find solace. They will always have a happily ever after.

 

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Penetrating the Darkness

 Today, I'm sharing Penetrating the Darkness. In this book, the Darkness has finally lifted. I won't get into more detail than that.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Blurb

A kidnapped child, a young woman in charge of protecting her, a newly created vampire, and a city cast in darkness. Three innocent lives are about to change.

Amara loves her job caring for Felicity, the child stolen from her parents by the vampire queen. Gifted with more power than a child should possess, Felicity escapes to look for her mother and father, and takes Amara with her. Thrust into a strange, dark world, Amara’s loyalty and caregiving skills are put to the test.

Dusty hoped to finish college and become a biologist. Until a sadistic vampire kidnapped, tortured, and turned him. When he’s taken to find his own victim, Dusty’s chance to free himself arrives in the form of a bright white flash, a beautiful young blonde, and a small child with the ability to incinerate anything and anyone with merely a thought. As the three work together to find Felicity’s parents, Dusty and Amara discover a deep affection for each other.

Can their budding relationship survive the power struggle between warring vampire factions?

Excerpt

Jacob’s Cove, 2026 Eleven months of darkness…

“My name is Dusty Ryder, and I am twenty years old. My parents are Alan and Eleanor Ryder. I have two sisters, Alana and Leah. I’m going to attend MIT to become a biologist.

“My name is Dusty Ryder, and I refuse to give in. I won’t let them win. They will not beat me down. I am stronger than that.”

Yet it was so tempting to give in, to slip into a comatose state, to tuck his mind away to a better place where animals didn’t torture and starve and beat humans, a place with bright sunshine, green grass, and a warm summer breeze...

That was exactly what they wanted.

So he fought to stay sane, to keep even a small portion of himself alive.

He shivered in the cold cell he’d been kept in for months now. No use asking for a blanket. They wanted to make him as uncomfortable as possible so he would eventually break.

He should never have stopped to help the young woman with the broken-down car on the side of the road. But she had been all alone at night, with the nearest city miles away. It would have been wrong of him to drive away. Dusty wished he’d known it had all been a ploy to capture him. That three vampires waited in the trees, ready to jump him. He hadn’t even known such creatures existed.

He knew differently now.

The jingle of keys startled him. As Dusty curled in a ball, tucking himself as tightly to the wall as possible, the door swung open.

“Hello, my boy.”

No, not him. Please, anyone but him.

The door clicked shut. He refused to look up.

“I’m told you’re refusing the blood that is being brought to you.”

Don’t look into his eyes, don’t acknowledge him, and maybe this time he will go away. Yeah, right.

The bed creaked, giving way to the pressure of the body sitting on the end. Dusty inched a little closer to the wall, wishing desperately he could melt into it.

“Have they told you what happens to vampires if they don’t feed?”

He didn’t care. He just wanted him to go away.

“Have you ever seen a drug addict go through withdrawal? It is very similar, only the lack of oxygenated blood in your system causes your mind to go a little crazy. Because the moment you drink a vampire’s blood, it takes over, killing off the human blood that remains in your system. Vampire blood has less oxygen, hence the sickly gray color. As long as you drink the blood, your body is okay, but the instant you cut off the supply, your body goes into a state of frenzy and starts killing off brain cells. And if that weren’t bad enough, your lust for blood grows tenfold encouraging you to do anything to get it.”

Icy fingers grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into cold yellow eyes. “Including ripping open a human to drain it as quickly as possible. Is that what you wish to have happen to you, my boy?”

“I’m not your boy,” Dusty spat. He refused to show the pain he felt when the nails dug into his face.

“Oh, but you are. The instant you drew my blood into your veins you became mine. It has been some time since I was treated to virginal blood. Yours was exactly what I needed to rejuvenate myself after that infidel, Fritz, kept me drugged and locked away. I feel so much stronger now, and I wish you to feel the same way.”

“Go to hell!” My name is Dusty. I’m twenty years old. I’m going to MIT. I’m human, I’m—

“So be it.” The vampire slammed Dusty’s hand against the wall. A glint of silver blinded him right before a knife pierced his palm. He screamed. His vision blurred and bile rose to sting his throat.

“Now, do you wish to drink, or shall I do the same to the other hand?” His throat burning, he managed to swallow the vomit threatening to spill.

“Go to hell!”

“Have it your way.”

Another knife jammed into Dusty’s other hand, and this time he couldn’t keep it down. Hot vomit spewed from his mouth, and darkness clouded his vision.

The sting of a hand slapping across his face drew him back. “Drink?”

“Please. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I can.”

“I won’t give in.” Those long, icy fingers squeezed his throat, and as he looked into the face of his tormentor, the man’s lips parted into a grotesque smile. His free hand lifted, and he twisted the knife in Dusty’s palm.

He screamed, he cried, and he begged. “Okay, okay, please make it stop.”

“I knew you would come around.” The creep released the handle of the blade and pressed a wrist to Dusty’s mouth.

Though Dusty wanted to refuse, something inside, something unfamiliar, pulled at him and made him crave what he couldn’t understand. Looking down at the arm in front of him, alien instinct compelled him to take it. He clamped his teeth into the flesh, and though he wanted to vomit as the skin tore under his teeth, the thirst took over.

His name was Dusty Ryder, and he had given in.

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Tempting the Darkness

 Today I'm sharing a look at Tempting the Darkness. When I finished writing the book I dedicated it to my mother. At the time, my dad had passed away a few months earlier. I had a tough time finishing this book because of the reference to cancer in one of the characters. My dad passed away from lung cancer. I set my grief aside and finished the story. 

My mother always relied on my dad to do everything. Banking, bills etc.. So when my dad died, my siblings thought she wouldn't be able to manage without him. To everyone's surprise, she flourished. 

Today, as I share this book, I am grieving once more. My mother passed away two weeks ago. She aided in raising her siblings when her mother passed away after her last child. She took care of seven of her own kids and two siblings. She was a farmer's wife who had to work hard every day to put food on the table and tend to all the cows, chickens and pigs while my father was on the road as a salesman. Her life was not easy. So taking this all in mind, I dedicated Tempting the Darkness to her. I hope you enjoy the blurb and excerpt of the 5th book in my Darkness series.

Blurb

For twenty long years, Cooper Hawthorne has kept the brightest light in his bleak existence a deeply hidden secret. All this time, his beloved Gabriella has slept safely in cryogenic stasis, awaiting the day he finds a cure for her terminal cancer.

As love blooms amidst the Darkness, and still no cure in sight, loneliness drives Cooper to drastic measures. He awakens Gabriella and breaks his last promise to her—by turning her into a vampire.

Gabriella’s sense of betrayal weighs heavily on her attempts to deal with what Cooper has done to her. Pushing him away, she turns to his friends for support—and finds she isn’t the only one hurt by his actions.

Cooper fights the temptation to use his powers to wipe her mind of the damning memories. But, when he comes face to face with the monster that created him, he knows what he must do.

Will Gabriella be able to save him before it’s too late? Or will the Darkness swallow him whole?

Excerpt

Jacob’s Cove, 2026 Six months of darkness

Cooper heard the commotion coming from the dungeon below the instant he stepped into the kitchen to start lunch. Though he didn’t know why he bothered when neither Basil or Trinity had much of an appetite lately. Still, the others in the group could pop in—and usually did—at any time.

Although the dungeon was reasonably soundproofed, Cooper’s keen hearing picked up the screams. Racing down to the dungeon, Cooper threw the door open to find Basil standing over a young man, both of them bloody.

“I have all sorts of ideas when it comes to torture. I can go on for hours. Can you?”

The screams split through the air, sending a chill down Cooper’s spine. The young man’s hand that had been fastened to a cinder block was coated in sickly, gray blood.

“Now, I ask you again. Where is Chaos?”

“I...don’t...know,” the young man wheezed, kneeling on the floor, his head down, brown hair matted over his face.

“Then you shall lose another.”

Cooper turned away just as Basil sliced off one of the boy’s fingers. The cries from the young man sunk right to Cooper’s gut, drawing a vile sickness up to his throat. “Basil.”

 “Not now, Cooper. I’m busy.”

Apparently, he was enjoying what he was doing. The look on Basil’s face reminded Cooper far too much of Basil’s father. “The lad will keep. I must speak with you, now.”

Basil angled a steely look Cooper’s way. Then he stepped away from the bloody vampire boy, wiping his brow with his forearm as he walked to the cell doors. “What is so important that you needed to interrupt me while I’m interrogating a suspect, Cooper?”

Cooper opened the cell door, saying nothing, held a hand out as an indication of wanting Basil to follow him. With a snarled response, Basil exited the cell. Cooper stepped up to the sink near the back of the room that was used—in its day of torture—to wash the blood from the assailant’s hands. Lifting the glass mirror from its place on the wall, he held it up in front of Basil. “Who do you see?”

Basil growled, baring sharp, white fangs. “This is what you pulled me away from my task for?”

 “Who do you see?”

Basil’s icy blue eyes narrowed. When he spoke, it was through gritted teeth. “Myself. May I return now?”

“Look closer.”

“Damn it, Cooper—”

“Look closer!” Cooper insisted sternly. This time, Basil’s eyes began to glow, but he looked back into the mirror.

 “I see myself.”

“Then your eyes are as clouded as your judgment. Do you know who I see, Basil?”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass—”

“Avadur,” Cooper cut him off, the name alone had Basil pausing. “There is pleasure in your eyes, the same pleasure I would see come into your father’s eyes when he was torturing you. I feel the coldness emanating from your heart that was so chilling in your father.”

Basil stepped back as if he finally saw what Cooper did. He turned away from the mirror, looking down at his hands, coated in sickly, gray vampire blood.

We both know that boy has no information for you. We both know he is not an appropriate means for you to vent your frustrations and pain on.” Cooper placed his hands on Basil’s shoulders, turning him. “Your anger is not with that boy.”

“I can’t take my anger out on the one who deserves it.”

Cooper ran his hand over Basil’s long, dark hair, much like he had when Basil had been a boy, in dire need of affection. “Taking it out on the innocent only turns you into a monster. I won’t stand by and allow that. Go, be with Trinity. Console each other.”

“I can’t make her come out of Felicity’s room.” The tears in Basil’s eyes made Cooper’s heart ache.

“Then go there to be with her. You need each other.” Grabbing the towel hanging by the sink, Cooper laid it over Basil’s bloody hands. “I’ll take care of the boy.”

 Basil nodded. Walking to the dungeon’s exit, he paused. “What would I ever do without you, Cooper?”

The instant Basil was gone, Cooper turned to the boy. He was curled up on the floor, clutching what remained of his hand. Cooper knelt down, taking the mangled hand in his. Basil had done a number on the boy. He’d severed all but two of the young man’s fingers. Though he wouldn’t die from blood loss, he would suffer the pain.

“Shh now, all will be well in no time.” Laying his hand on the boy’s head, Cooper soothed him with his touch, then sent his mind to sleep. While the boy slept, Cooper carried him to the underground exit. Once at the surface, Cooper laid the boy on the ground, knowing that either someone would find him and take him to safety, or he would wake and run for his life. Either way, he was better off than where he’d been.

Back inside, Cooper washed up in the main floor washroom, wiping the blood from his hands, then splashing some cold water on his face. He hated senseless violence. Grabbing the towel, Cooper glanced at the mirror and noticed one of his tinted lenses had shifted slightly. Drying off his hands, he readjusted it, covering up the blue that would identify him as having been sired by the king. He wore the yellow contacts for a reason.

Giving his suit jacket a stiff tug, Cooper left the horror behind him.

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The Toymakers Guild X-rating

Lisabet Sarai is joining us today to share a glimpse of her novel The Toymakers Guild:

The Complete Series

Welcome Lisabet

Clockwork and Concupiscence

I've always felt an affinity for the Victorian period. I was wearing high-necked blouses with cameos, long flowing skirts, and lace-up boots in my teens, long before they were fashionable. (The corsets came later...!) With my long hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a bun, I could well have been one of the heroines in the books I loved so much.

I was also a science geek from my earliest days. I received my first microscope when I was five, and my first chemistry set at seven. I entered every science fair. In seventh grade, I won grand prize on a televised science quiz show.

So it’s hardly surprising I’ve become a devotee of steam punk. I've been in love with this strange meld of science fiction and Victoriana for as long as I can remember – long before steam punk even had a name.  When I was in high school, I devoured H.G. Wells and H. Rider Haggard, and shared a Sherlock Holmes obsession with my dad. Later, I marveled at Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age and more recently, I discovered Gordon Dahlquist's incredible The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters. 

I've written a number of steam punk short stories for anthologies, as well as a full length novel, Rajasthani Moon. All these tales, though, were set in Asia rather than in the British Isles. I think I was afraid I’d make errors my UK readers would notice if I tried setting a story in Queen Victoria’s home country. In my steam punk trilogy The Toymakers Guild I finally bit the bullet and wrote an English steam punk novel. I had a lot of help with details from my critique group at the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, but of course I take responsibility for any residual mistakes.

I just hope you’ll find the story so exciting, you won’t notice them!

Blurb

At Randerley Hall, lust is a lubricant to creativity. Nothing is impossible. Nothing is forbidden.

Defying the repressive morality of the Victorian era, the Toymakers Guild uses advanced technology to fabricate bespoke sexual devices for the discrete pleasure of select clients. Its members are not only brilliant engineers but also sexual renegades seeking freedom from the prudish society that surrounds them.

Nineteen-year-old prodigy Gillian Smith arrives at Randerley to apply for an apprenticeship in the Guild. With her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, she is eminently suited to join the Master Toymaker’s close-knit band of uninhibited erotic artisans. Gillian flourishes among the Toymakers, designing and implementing ever-more-outrageous carnal contraptions. Each voluptuous commission she completes, each sensual adventure she enjoys, binds her more tightly to the Guild and to the perverse, tortured genius who is its founder.

If you like brilliant, wanton women and kinky steam punk sex toys, dive into the alternate universe of the The Toymakers Guild.

Excerpt

Gillian remained where Rawlings had set her down, emotionally exhausted and utterly confused. She’d always been proud of her rationality and her practicality. Other young women might be changeable, flighty, swayed by impulse and sentiment, but she, Gillian Smith, was as steady and single-minded as any man. The afternoon’s events had thoroughly shattered her illusions about her own nature. Never would she have believed that she could threaten a man with castration, yet in the heat of rage, she’d not only made the threat but come perilously close to carrying it out.

Then there was her visceral reaction to Rawlings – a rough, common man who lacked even the rudiments of the social graces – the exact opposite of the elegant and cultured Sébastien. His powerful physicality affected her in new ways. The arousal his presence kindled had little resemblance to her playful lust for her fellow apprentices or her kinky yearning for the journeyman. There was no subtlety to this desire. He wanted her. She wanted him. There was nothing more to be said.

She knew she’d surrender the instant he returned. He’d walk into the stables and scatter her pretensions to the four winds.

Where was he, though? He’d been gone for a half hour, easily. Was the prisoner giving him trouble? Or had he been mocking her, bringing her to the edge then leaving her dangling? Was he watching now, chuckling at the way he’d duped the hungry little lass from the big house?

“Jill.”

His voice was so soft that if the horses had not been still, she would not have heard him. He must have entered from the carriage house. He stood in the shadows, untouched by the rays of the waning sun.

She bolted to her feet and ran into his burly arms, glorying in the strength she found there. Without the slightest hesitation, he ran his hands over her body in the most brazen and familiar way imaginable. He didn’t ask permission. He knew none was required. She offered him all of herself and he took it as his due.

In no time, it seemed, he’d peeled off her lab coat and tossed it away. He pawed her naked breasts and squeezed her buttocks with obvious delight. Every few minutes, he recaptured her mouth in one of his fierce, unsophisticated kisses. When he placed his hand on her head and pressed down, she knew what he wanted. Sinking to her knees in the dirty straw, she addressed herself to the buttons of his homespun trousers.

He wore no undergarments. No sooner had she undone his flies than his cock sprang out, thick and meaty as some country sausage. The veined trunk strained toward her, the slick ruddy knob stretching his foreskin taut. She breathed in the intoxicating, unwashed smell that emanated from the wiry tangles at the root. Saliva gathered in her mouth as she stared at the glorious, intimidating evidence of his lust.

She didn’t hesitate. Quite the contrary, she lunged forward, engulfing him, trying to accommodate his entire unbelievable length. In truth, she could not take in more than half, but his groan told her he was happy with that, at least for the moment. As he started to move, she struggled to open wider and accept more. For a while he acceded to her futile attempts. Then he wove his fingers into her hair and held her in place while he pushed into her throat, deeper and deeper with each penetration.

Gillian started to choke. Rawlings backed off, long enough for her to suck new air into her lungs, then resumed his relentless thrusting. He tasted strange, earthy and bitter. She didn’t mind, not in the least. All her senses combined to drive her into a state of feverish arousal. The rigid heat of his invading prick, the pressure of his fingers against her scalp, his rhythmic grunts as he ravaged her mouth, the straw pricking her shins, the warm stink of the horses, the faint hoot of a train in the distance – every sensation brought her closer to cataclysmic release.

Little by little, she adapted to his vigorous incursions. Finally, she managed to swallow him to the very root. He stilled. Her nose buried in his fragrant pubic fur, she sucked hard, eager to learn the flavour of his spend. His shaft jerked against her tongue, signalling his imminent crisis. Triumphant, she increased her suction. She wanted to worship his maleness, to drink every drop of his jism, to be nothing more than the receptacle for his lust.

Instead, he pulled out from her bruised lips and dragged her to her feet. “Nay, lass. This first time, I’ll spend in your cunny.” He twirled her around and draped her face down across a conveniently stored saddle. “Bend over.”

In fact, he didn’t need to say a word. Gillian understood what he wanted, as clearly as if she’d read his mind. She leaned forward, clutching the saddle horn for balance, spread her legs and pushed out her bum. He slid one fat finger into her quim to gauge her wetness and chuckled at her gasp of delight. “In faith, yer a randy wench.”

About Lisabet
 
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
 
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, BookBub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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