The Skeleton Key Collection

The Skeleton Key Collection

Buckle in and hang on with Award Winning and New York Times & USA Today bestselling authors! The Skeleton Key Boxed Set is a collection of 12 Fantasy Romance novellas, and all 12 Intriguing Stories include the Mysterious Skeleton Key.   The SK stories are chock-full with magical creatures from dragons, powerful angels, royal elves, and enchanting elementals to a time-traveling sorceress, sensual vampires, and frisky fae. These authors transport the reader to an exciting new world with their sword and sorcery, action and adventure, dark fantasy, and spellbinding romantic comedy stories!  

Skeleton Key books included in this set:

1. Eunica by J. Rose Alexander 2. Curse of the Undead Dragon King by Konstanz Silverbow 3. Army of the Winter Court by Ali Winters 4. His Immortal Kiss by Liliana Rhodes 5. Fate of Elements by M. Stratton 6. Thief of Sanguardia by Cherie Marks 7. Spell Slinger by K.N. Lee 8. Princess of the Damned by Wendy Knight 9. Royal Enchantment by Lia Davis 10. Love in Fantasy by Elle Christensen 11. Game Master by Scarlett Dawn 12. Eternal Night by Marian Tee

 

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Lucky Chase (Release) by Milly Taiden

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Event planner for the rich and famous, Lucky Nuñez lives her dream job. But when it comes to love, she’s scraping the bottom of the barrel. She’s dying to have babies, but it seems that’s never going to happen. A chance encounter leads her into the arms of Jared Thomas. He’s a bad boy to the bone. Sexy, seductive, and so domineering, he makes her toes curl. And he’s got dirty talk down to an art form.

Jared Thomas is a ladies’ man, but when he meets sexy Lucky, he knows she’s worthy of more than just play time. Never has he wanted to keep a woman like he does her. He will make her his wife and mother of his children. There’s only one problem: his past is trying to kill his future.

They have more than communication problems playing havoc with their relationship. With trust issues the size of Texas, these two need to open up to each other. That’s if they can stay alive long enough to try.

Jared studied the caramel-skinned, buxom beauty in front of him with undisguised appreciation. He’d noticed her the moment she’d stepped into the ballroom with Max’s fiancée.
He dealt a new hand without asking, unwilling to let her escape. She’d been the reason he told his niece to take a break. Sensuality radiated from each of her curves, and he wanted to get his hands on her.
She swiped the tip of her pink tongue over her plump bottom lip and frowned at her cards.
“It’s okay. Not everyone’s luck holds in these card games.” He wanted to smack himself after the words came out, but fuck if he wasn’t dying to hear her voice again. The husky tone had caressed his cock in a feather-light touch.
Her eyes were filled with amusement when she glanced up at him. “I know.” She wiggled in her seat. His thoughts went straight to the gutter. “I don’t worry too much about winning.”
She flipped another perfect game. Her pouty lips tipped up in a sexy come-hither grin. Fuck! He wanted to kiss her, touch her. Hell, he wanted to slide his hands up and down every curve he saw.
Of course, he’d probably end up getting smacked for being fresh. But he was damn close to believing it would be worth the sting of her hand on his face to kiss her, if only to get a taste.
“Nice, but it won’t last.” Desire thrummed through his body each time their gazes met. Arousal spiked and his cock hardened to an uncomfortable degree.
“Oh?” She lifted her dark brows and curled her lip in a cheeky grin. Challenge filled her eyes. “What’s your name?”
He grinned at the flash of fire he saw in her gaze. “Jared. Jared Thomas.”
She leaned forward, her breasts straining against her flimsy low-cut top. “Well, Jared, care to make it more interesting?”
Hell yes! But first he needed to know who the sexy siren was that would be gracing his bed that night. “What’s your name?”
He watched her nibble her plump bottom lip before answering. “Luciana Rivas.”
Mastering the nearly overpowering urge to grab her by the hand and haul her out of there was not an easy task. He noticed her empty champagne flute and motioned a passing waiter to hand her a full glass. She took a sip of the bubbly.
He watched her lick her lips again, lips he kept picturing wrapped around his cock, sucking him into her hot mouth. He leaned forward on the table, closer to her, and inhaled. The sexy, light scent tickling his nostrils made him think of satin sheets and sweaty bodies. He’d never wanted a woman this quickly.
Something inside him roared to life and urged him to toss her over his shoulder and take her to his bed, fuck her all night, watch her face when she screamed his name and finally, come deep inside her and take her as his in every sense of the word.
If his balls weren’t already in agreement with his dick, he might worry, but right now, his brain and all other body parts wanted her under him, over him and taking him deep.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked.
Their gazes met. Arousal flickered to life in the depths of her whiskey-brown eyes. The longer they stared at each other, the brighter it blazed, beckoning him closer. His cock pressed at the zipper of his dress pants, ready for action. Hell, he sure was glad he was behind the table, because no matter how good his poker face, he wouldn’t be able to hide that bit of evidence from her.
She shrugged. It was a dainty, sexy lift of her shoulders that pushed her breasts farther up her neckline. “You seem to be the expert here.”
He narrowed his eyes. She sounded like she was making fun of him, but she couldn’t possibly know he was anything other than a hired table attendant.
“I wouldn’t call myself a professional.” Oh yeah, he was a lying bastard, all right. “But I have experience.”
Her gaze latched onto his lips and slowly traveled up to meet his. He ground his teeth and fought the cock-hardening look she gave him. She licked her lips. “Let’s see if you’re right in your assumption that my luck won’t last.”
“What’s in it for me, gorgeous?”
She leaned closer. Their faces were only a foot apart now.
“What do you want?”
You. Now. Taking my cock. Taking my cum. Forever. Having my children. Being mine!
He should be worried over where his mind was going, but he couldn’t be. He was too busy staring at her mouth. He wanted to close the distance, to taste her plump red lips and allow her sexy perfume to fill his lungs. “Alone time…” He watched her eyes widen before he finished. “With you.”
The interest in her eyes grew until her pupils dilated with arousal. She gulped but didn’t respond. He decided to taunt her into agreeing, into giving in to his wishes.

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Milly Taiden (AKA April Angel) loves to write sexy stories. How sexy? So sexy they will surely make your ereader sizzle. Usually paranormal or contemporary, her stories are a great quick way to satisfy your craving for fun heroines with curves and sexy alphas with fur.

Milly lives in New York City with her hubby, their boy child and their little dog “Needy Speedy”. She’s aware she’s bossy, is addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.

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Drifter and Giveaway by Janine Infante Bosco

DRIFTER

by Janine Infante Bosco Nomad Series #1 Publication Date: November 8, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

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Synopsis: “Stryker”

I’m a drifter. A man born to ride through this world alone. There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives. I was going to be a true American hero. But God had another plan. Or maybe Satan did. For everything I touch finds mortality. I’m no hero. I’m nothing. I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos. The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes. A girl who has the power to turn me inside out. A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior. Until she’s not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

Gina Spinelli Strong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour I admit defeat. In my darkest hour I need one person. I need him. Stryker. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

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EXCERPT - The Morning After

Not giving a flying fuck if they kill one another, I leave the two criminals in the living room to duke it out over who has a bigger rap sheet and head straight for my Keurig. They can pull out their dicks and measure them against the wall for all I care—I’ve had enough of the A&E documentary my life has become. What happened to the normal dating scene? Where a relationship progresses over candlelit dinners, great sex and nights spent watching movies on the couch. Not where the guy you’ve technically never even been on a date with decides he’s going to be your bodyguard because your brother wants to play Al Capone. Rocco leaves, slamming the door behind him as I take two mugs out of cabinet and fill them with coffee. Turning around, I push one mug across the breakfast nook and lift my gaze to criminal number one. “So that just happened,” I say, bringing the mug to my lips. “Great way to start the day.” “I disagree. My day started pretty fucking good since I woke up with you all over me,” he replies, taking the cup I offered him. “Then your brother showed up, and I thought he was your boyfriend.” “Well, you think very highly of me,” I mutter, setting my mug on the counter before bracing my hands against the granite. “C’mon, that’s not what I meant,” he argues, flashing me a smile. “We don’t know each other very well.” “Well, that’s about to change isn’t it?” “I suppose it is. It also seems like you were right about meeting that night in the restaurant. Looks to me like you and I were at the right place at exactly the right time,” he points out, raising an eyebrow. “Watch it, Stryker…you’re starting to sound like a hopeless romantic,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes for good measure. I nearly spit my coffee out when his eyebrows shoot up to the top of his bald head. “Relax, Romeo. I don’t fall easily,” I assure him, crossing my arms against my chest as I chew on my lip and watch him sigh in a relief. Men are such pussies when it comes to love. And the ones who aren’t are the ones a girl like me never finds. “How’s this going to work? If you plan on moving in with me I’m telling you now, I’m not giving up my closet space,” I warn. “Not a problem, all my shit blew up yesterday remember?” I wince. “Sorry that was insensitive of me,” I reply. He shakes his head as he sets the coffee mug on the counter but continues to hold onto it. “I’m not moving in, pretty girl. The clubhouse might be in ruins but my home is with my brothers, with my club. Where that is? I’m not sure yet,” he says, then pauses for a moment and rubs his free hand over his head. “Do you have work today?” “It’s Sunday,” I tell him. “Okay, so then tomorrow we’ll start a routine. I’ll take you to work in the morning, check out the area so I know your surroundings and when you’re done, I’ll pick you up. I should have a phone by the end of the day so if you need me during work hours I’ll just be a phone call away. I’m going to need your brother’s number too, in case of anything.” “You have it all figured out,” I reply, not even bothering to hide the surprise in my voice. “Nah, I fake it well though don’t I?” “Extremely. What happens after work?” He cocks his head, pretending to be thinking but I see the smirk he’s trying to hide and the mischievous look in his brown eyes. “Well, a man’s gotta eat,” he says. “Yeah, I rarely cook,” I reply. “I wasn’t talking about food, pretty girl.” And there it is. My cheeks turn cherry red as he wiggles his eyebrows and laughs. “No comment,” I huff. “Red looks good on you.” The laughter dies on his lips as does the playful banter and all that’s left is the live wires of electricity sizzling between us. I lied. If he keeps looking at me like that I’m going to most definitely fall for him. I’m fucked. Clearing my throat, I change the subject in an attempt to resurrect that playfulness I’m starting to crave. “So, were you ever going to tell me you were in jail?” “No.” “Well, now that I know are you going to tell me why you were?” He brings the coffee mug back to his lips, hiding his smile before he takes a sip. I raise an eyebrow expectantly as he shrugs his shoulders and places the mug on the counter. “I’ve got a thing for bologna and cheese,” he finally answers with a smirk. Bastard. “Good,” I tell him, spinning around to drop my empty mug in the sink before I glance over my shoulder at him and smile sweetly. “That’s what we’re having for dinner.” “Well played, pretty girl,” he laughs, stepping around the breakfast nook. “You know…” He starts as he comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and his hands toy with the belt of my robe, wrapping the end around his wrist. “I’m starting to get hungry,” he whispers against my ear. “There are eggs in the fridge,” I mumble. “I don’t want eggs, Gina.” He yanks his wrist back and my robe becomes undone. His other hand moves from my waist and slips between the folds of my robe, spreading it open and exposing my body to his touch. My body melts into his as his fingers glide over my stomach, circling my belly button before inching lower and lower until his fingers are right where I want them.

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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1001 Dark Nights (Release) by Shayla Black

   

From New York Times bestselling author, Shayla Black...

After being framed for a crime he didn’t commit, former private eye Nick Navarro has nothing but revenge on his mind—until a woman from his past returns to beg for his help.

Beautiful widow Sasha Porter has been hunted by his enemies. Desperate, she offers him anything to keep her young daughter safe, even agreeing to become his mistress. The last thing either of them want are emotional entanglements but as they entrap the ruthless politician who arranged Nick’s downfall and passion sizzles between them, danger closes in.

Will he choose love over vengeance before it’s too late?

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          “Wake me in an hour,” he insisted. “All right.” “Thanks.” He tugged off his shirt. With the fabric gone, Nick exposed tribal tattoos that swept up his lean ribs on one side, covered his bulging pectoral, drifted around his solid shoulder before changing direction to cascade down his rippling biceps and thick forearm. Sasha tried not to swallow her tongue as he lay on one side of the bed, closest to the door, and his body stilled. In seconds, he dropped off. His deep, even breathing was barely audible in the room. And she was still staring at him, dazed by the sight of his wide back bunched and defined with more muscle. Goodness, Nick Navarro was a beautiful man. He wasn’t Mike. No one was. But she’d loved her late husband the way a girl cherished Prince Charming. She’d given her heart to him in a sugary drop, fallen with him into a champagne bubble of warmth and comfort. His death had burst that. With the pretty pink bow of forever ripped away, Sasha had been forced to push through thorns and become a woman. Her sweet prince would never ride up on his white horse to save her because the villain had killed him. But the big, dark Beast beside her now would vanquish the demon, with her at his side. And she would fight to the death to protect her child—and her future with Nick. There was nothing soft or sweet or innocent about the way she wanted him. She ached for him desperately, urgently, passionately. He challenged her between the ears, roused the flesh between her legs, and ignited a blaze between her ribs she knew would burn eternally.         Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For over fifteen years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages. Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past seven years. Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and a very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.   Connect with me online: Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Website | Newsletter | Goodreads | Google + | YouTube | BookBub