Who Doesn't Enjoy a Good Christmas in July...When You Get a Sexy Santa

I love a good Christmas in July story. Latrivia Nelson's Seeking Santa has rounded out the calendar men with a sexy romance to put you in the mood for the mood for the holiday. So come on, start the fire, toss up some tinsel and climb into the sheets because Mr. December is hurrying down the chimney to join you.

Meet Mr. December

Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.

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      Selma’s party was in Mid-town Memphis, in a rehabbed 1930’s bungalow-styled home that had been gutted and transformed into something worthy of style magazines.  Her best friend and maid of honor, Evey Hilliard, had pulled out all the stops for her friend.  In celebration of not only the wedding but the holiday, white Christmas lights had been strung across the property, making it light up the entire street.  A huge Christmas tree had been erected in the living room and the curtains drawn for everyone to see.  Foreign cars lined the quiet lane and old school Hip Hop music could be heard coming from inside the house as normally upscale professional women stood out laughing on the porch and drinking like sorority girls.  
      Jade parked and made her way inside with a bottle of Glenlivet 21 Scotch and present for Selma.  As soon as she walked in, she was greeted by a few of the bridesmaids and a few very inebriated ladies from work.  They put a pink lei around her neck and gave her a pink plastic cup of “wedding juice.”
      “It’s time to party!” Selma said, making her way around the corner with a hurricane glass full of alcohol. She had on a real party dress, hot red, tight, short, and sexy.  It screamed Christian Dior and further made Jade feel shabby.  As soon as Selma caught of glimpse of Jade, she threw her hands up. “Yes, you came!” she said,  prancing over and giving her a hug.  
      “I didn’t want to disappoint,” Jade said, handing off her gift.
      “Are you kidding,” Selma said, winking at her, “I had to get you here in hopes of getting you to forgive me for this morning.”
      “Mums is still the word,” Jade snickered.
      “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before,” Selma said, stepping back. “You have quite the body on you.  Always keeping it hidden behind those suits.  Girl, you need to show your shit off every once in a while.”
      One of the other girls stammered over to join the conversation. “Well, I’ll be damned.  Jade is in the building.  And she brought her camel toe with her.” 
      All eyes went to the center of Jade’s pants, including Jade, who tried to look down but couldn’t quite see.
      “Yep, it’s out there,” Selma nodded. “But only a drunk bitch like Phyllis would notice and mention it.”
      Jade turned and looked toward the exit with a mind to bolt right of the door that she had just come in, but Selma saw her face and stopped her.  “You look fine.  In fact, you look great.”  
      “Where’s your restroom?” Jade asked.
      “Down the hall to the left,” Selma said, cutting her eyes at Phyllis.  “You really have no class.”
      “What?” Phyllis asked, shrugging her shoulders.  “When did camel toe become a crime?”

***

      Jade didn’t even knock before barging into the bathroom.  Slamming the door behind her and locking it, she found a long mirror hanging right behind it.  Talk about a godsend.  She looked down at her reflection and there it was.  CAMEL TOE.  The pants didn’t feel that tight at the house, but she didn’t see herself fully in the mirror, otherwise, she might have noticed the high-definition view of her vagina.
      “Son of bitch,” she said, shaking her head. Pulling at the crotch to give herself some room, she struggled in front of the mirror.
      “Bad night?” a deep baritone asked from behind the wall of the sink.
      Jade’s neck snapped toward the voice.  “The door was unlocked.  Sorry,” she said, wanting to just curl up and die.
      “I’m almost done. No worries.  Sounds like you need a minute away,” the man said, sounding pre-occupied. 
      “You aren’t doing number two, are you?” Jade asked, frowning up.  “Because that would just be the perfect end to my crazy day.”  She suddenly cut her breaths short as to not inhale anything that she might regret. 
      The man stepped out from behind the wall and smiled at her.  It was as if he expected a certain amount of reaction to his presence, because he had a smirk on his full lips.  “No number two.”  He looked her up and down. “No number one either.  Just getting dressed.”         Jade stopped in her tracks.  As their eyes met, her heart nearly stopped beating.  In only a satin red thong, a red Santa Claus hat and a white beard, the man who had been so cordial behind the wall approached her, nearly naked.  What a first impression?
      He stood over six feet, five inches tall, muscles carved to perfection from his wide shoulders to his slim waist to his unbelievable thighs.  He had a perfect tan – the kind that was made in the sun, not in a tanning bed.  Tribal tattoos were inked up and down both arms and across his monstrous chest.  Mossy green eyes glared under thick black lashes at her as she placed her hands instinctively over the front of her pants.
      This was not, after all, a man that she wanted to see her….camel toe.
      His eyes followed her hands to her crotch and instantly made him curious.  “I’m used to a woman being aroused, but…”
      Jade blinked. “What?  No.”
      He smiled, a dimple bursting in the left cheek of his square jaw.  “Okay.  What then?  You have to pee?  I can leave.  It’s almost time for me to go on anyway.” He didn’t know why but he felt strangely comfortable with the uncomfortable woman.  Something about her spirit was genuine.  Plus, she was pretty. 
      Jade rolled her eyes out of pure embarrassment. “I’d rather not say what’s wrong with me.” She looked like she wanted to cry. 
      An anxious knock at the door let him know it was time.  He walked up to her and moved her hair from her shoulder.  “Don’t stay in here so long that you miss my show.”  He smelled like coconut oil, and suddenly her mouth watered for a taste. 
      “Your show?”  She looked at his cock, eyes bright and in pure disbelief at the gigantic size.  Was that real? 
      He looked down passed his rock hard abdomen to the rock hard penis dangling in his costume only inches away from her. “Yeah, my show.  You didn’t think I was the cook, did you?” He winked at her,  slowly put his hands on her hips and moved her out of the way.  She moved hesitantly, keeping her crotch covered by her hands.
      “I didn’t pee myself or anything,” she explained.  “It’s far more cosmetic than that.”
      “I’m sure,” he nodded.  “Whatever it is, I can tell you in my line of business, I’ve seen worse.”
      She looked up at him, into his beautiful, enchanting eyes, and dared smile.  “Doubt it.”
      “Don’t take too long in here with your lady parts,” he joked. “I want to see you again.”
      Closing the door behind her, he left Jade there alone to slide down on the floor and catch her breath. WTF?!!

 

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Set a Goal for Sensual Romance...Mr. November Awaits

One of the best thing about watching sports, are the sexy men on the field...And when sexy athlete meets romance in a book it is oh, so worth the buy. Di Topaz's Mr. November in the Ultimate Goal has a big heart and has the skills on and of the soccer field to have you eating out of his hand. So, come on, turn the pages and fall in love.

 

Meet Mr. November

Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?

Angelique could not believe the feeling that caused her body to tingle. She’d had orgasms before, but none that compared to the one she’d just experienced. It was so massive it could, from her perspective, count as more than one. She could not move. She wanted to lift her body onto her high bed, but that was a task she was not ready for as of yet. Her legs were still unstable. When she’d purchased the bed she thought of how sexy it would be. Never did she think she’d be too exhausted to get into the bed.

 When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down into Justice’s face. He still sat kneeling before her. She focused on his eyes and they had darkened with passion. She reached down and rubbed her hand across his face. He tilted his head and kissed her hand. The slight movement melted her heart. That was the motivation she needed to finally stand on her own.

Pushing away from the side of the bed, she reached for his hand. He placed his into hers and finally rose to his feet. She was quickly reminded that his bottom half was still covered with clothing. Placing her hand at the waistband of the sweatpants she pulled them over his hips. His member sprang forward ready for action. She had never been one of those people who believed in stereotypes. He was blessed with both girth and length.

“I have condoms in there,” she said as she pointed toward the nightstand.

 Justice wasted no time. He quickly stepped out of his pants and went to retrieve them. The shocked look on his face was enough to have her wondering if she’d left her magic mike there instead.

“What in the world?” he asked.

 He lifted his hand from the drawer holding several packages of condoms. All sizes and styles rained from his fingers. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Hey, a girl can’t be too careful,” she laughed.

 

 

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It is Getting Hot in Here...Mr. October is Heating Things Up

We're talking tall, over six feet of pure muscle and man that's built with a body to please his woman...if that doesn't make the ice melt around you...than I don't know what will. Mr. October is an athlete that doesn't playing games between the sheets and he's beckoning you to come inside and join him. Maureen Smith is a consummate storyteller and she pulled out all the stops again in Wicked Games in the 12 Alphas 12 Months boxset.

 

Some games are too dangerous to play.

 

 

Nadia had just sent off a text message when the locker room door opened. She glanced up, surprised to see her brother coming out.

“Done already? That didn’t take—” She broke off as one of the Rebels players appeared behind Nelson.

But not just any player.

Reid Holden.

When those piercing blue eyes met Nadia’s, a shiver ran through her.

She straightened quickly from the wall, her gaze darting to Nelson. His eyes were gleaming with excitement, and he had the biggest grin on his face.

As he approached with Reid, Nadia couldn’t help staring at the handsome hockey superstar. His thick dark hair was unruly, falling over his forehead in damp locks. He’d changed into a ribbed gray shirt that stretched across his wide shoulders and clung to every muscle of his broad chest and powerful biceps. His dark jeans hugged him in all the right places. As he came toward Nadia, the play of muscles in his strong thighs made her mouth water.

“Nadia,” her brother said with that ridiculous shit-eating grin, “there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Why? Nadia wondered, feeling like a deer in headlights as Reid Holden came to a stop directly in front of her. He was wearing a pair of heavy black boots. Even without his skates on, he was tall enough to tower over her.

“Nadia, this is Reid Holden,” Nelson introduced them. “Reid, this is my sister, Nadia.”

Ignoring her racing pulse, Nadia smiled and extended her hand. “Hi.” Her voice was little more than breath. “Nice to meet you.”

Reid stared down at her as he took her hand, his large, callused palm curling around hers and swallowing it in a firm grip. The contact sent a rush of arousal from her fingertips to her swelling clit.

“The pleasure’s mine, Nadia.” His voice was much deeper than she’d expected. It slid over her, spreading heat through her veins and making her insides go all tingly. 

She quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back, needing to put some distance between herself and the sexy-as-sin jock.

Nelson was still grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Reid saw you during practice and wanted an introduction.”

“Oh?” Trying to mask her surprise, Nadia looked from her brother to Reid. “Did you at least give him a quote for his story first?”

Reid’s eyes glinted. “Only on the condition that he introduce me to you.”

“I see.” Nadia bit her lip, contemplating him.

A small white scar ran above his left eye, and there was a crook in his nose where it had been broken before. Instead of detracting from his good looks, the imperfections only amplified his rugged masculinity. Reid Holden was a badass, a tough guy who gave as good as he got and had the battle scars to show for it.

Suddenly Nadia realized that he was staring back at her, returning her appraisal. As those intense blue eyes slowly traced her features, her palms moistened and her heart began beating a little faster.

Okay, a lot faster.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she racked her brain for something clever to say. Something to defuse the awareness sizzling between them like high-voltage electric currents.

“So, Mr. Holden—”

“Reid.”

She faltered, blinking. “What?”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “Mr. Holden’s my old man. Call me Reid.”

“Um…” She swallowed. “Okay.”

His eyes glinted. With amusement or approval, she couldn’t tell. “Mind if I call you Nadia?”

When she shook her head, he smiled. And damn if her knees didn’t go weak. She couldn’t help it. Between his gorgeous face, ripped body and insanely sexy voice, the man was a walking wet dream.

“Beautiful name, by the way.”

Nadia licked her dry lips. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, his gaze lowering to her mouth.

She could feel the heat coming off his big body, feel her skin tingling and her scalp prickling with awareness. He smelled positively delicious, like soap and hard-working man. When he shifted a little closer, her belly clenched, and for a moment it was hard to breathe.

Although she was no stranger to sexual attraction, she’d never experienced anything like this before.

“Now what were you saying?”

Nadia stared up at Reid, her thoughts scattered. “Saying…?”

“A moment ago. I think you were about to ask me something.”

“Oh.” She bit her lip. “I don’t remember.”

He nodded, watching her intently. “Are you coming to our season opener on Thursday?”

The question caught her off guard. “Um…well…I hadn’t really planned—”

“Nadia’s not much of a hockey fan,” Nelson interjected apologetically. Until that moment, Nadia had completely forgotten he was there. “But I’ll be at the game.”

Reid nodded, but he didn’t look satisfied. Lowering his eyes, he stared at Nadia beneath his dark lashes.

Heat rose in her cheeks. Suddenly the ground beneath her felt as slippery as if she were standing on ice.

What does he want from me? she wondered.

Just then the locker room door opened, and the Rebels’ head coach stuck his head out and called to Reid, “Holden. Got a minute?”

Reid cast a lazy glance over his shoulder. “Be there in a sec.”

The coach nodded and ducked back through the door.

As Reid returned his attention to Nadia, Nelson piped up, “Any chance I could interview you for the Dispatch?”

Without taking his eyes off Nadia’s face, Reid murmured, “I don’t give interviews.”

Nelson was undeterred. “I know you don’t. But since you’ve already broken your silence by giving me a quote, I was hoping you’d be open to answering more questions.” 

Reid stared at Nadia another moment, then shifted his gaze to Nelson. “I don’t give interviews,” he repeated.

Nelson grinned sheepishly. “Sure you won’t reconsider?”

Reid gave him a long look, his eyes narrowed.

Oh, shit, Nadia thought. Nelson must have pushed him too hard.

The same thought apparently occurred to her brother, because he visibly swallowed. But before he could start squirming, Reid chuckled and began backing across the hallway.

Determined to press his luck, Nelson called out, “So is that a definite n—”

Reid pointed to Nadia. “Bring her to the game.”

Before Nadia could sputter out a protest, Nelson promised, “She’ll be there.”

Reid nodded, a satisfied smile quirking his lips before he turned and disappeared inside the locker room.

Nadia watched him go, then swung around to stare at Nelson in stunned disbelief. “What the hell was that?”

Nelson laughed, cupped her face between his hands and planted a smacking kiss on her forehead. “That, dear sister, was my lucky break!”

 

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Where There's Smoke...There's Sexy Mr. September

I don't know about you, but if I am ever lost in the forest and caught in the middle of a blazing fire and have to be rescued...I want it to be by a hot and sexy Smoke Jumper like Mr. September. Oh, yes, Aliyah Burke has done it again in Inferno...she is scorching sheets in this sensual contemporary romance. The Alpha is intense, strong and determined to have his heroine...is that you? Climb inside and see.

Meet Mr. September

 

Sometimes the flames aren't meant to be put out.

 

 Sneak Peek:

A woman stood outside on the phone, staring at him with a mix of horror and shock. Or so he figured given her expression.

“I don’t know,” she said as he neared. “I’m giving it five more minutes then I’m leaving. I don’t care, Regina, not even for the tiniest little fuck.”

He winked at her. Cute little thing even with the scowling disposition. She had a pale pink leather newsboy on her head, an oversized zippered gray hoodie with Shreveport written across the front. Her jeans fit snugly, showing off nice legs and an ass. She had tennis shoes on, toes turned in toward each other.

Exasperation filled her features as her phone call continued. With a curse, she pulled it from her ear and shoved it in her pocket then stormed back to the door. He lengthened his stride and reached the door the same time she did and held it for her.

“Thank you.” Her tone was short.

He entered and scoured the area for his grandfather. The old codger sat in the back. Striding up to him, he slid over the naguahyde bench seat. They stared at each other until his grandfather yawned.

“Have you gone to see Ma and Da?”

“No.”

Such finality in that single word.

Bastian poured himself some coffee, using one of the overturned mugs. Adding a liberal dose of sugar and cream he stirred it until the liquid appeared properly mixed.

“You said you needed my help. I’m here. What with?”

“I promise friend you help.”

An itch between his shoulder blades was born and grew as quickly as a fire could turn. “Doing what?”

He shrugged and Bastian groaned.

“Very well. Where is your friend?”

His grandfather pointed and he turned in the seat to see. The same woman he’d held the door for was on her way back outside.

Facing his Pops again, he lifted one eyebrow. “Really? You befriended a young black woman?”

“Why shocked? I no racist.”

“Because you’re an old crotchety ass.”

His lips thinned below his mustache. “Go talk. Her name, Jazz.”

Bastian finished his drink and pushed to his feet. Suspicious? Definitely. His gramps used to speak English well. I’m going to regret this. He paused on his way to the door, pausing once to glance over his shoulder. The old man shooed him along with a gesture. Back outside, he maneuvered behind her. The phone was back to her ear.

“Because I’m not happy, Regina. I’m not even sure what his grandson looks like. I’m surrounded by hillbillies.”

He cleared his throat. She turned slowly before her eyes widened as she gazed him over.

“I have to go,” she muttered, then returned the phone to her pocket. “Can I help you?”

Her voice was husky with an accent which was familiar but he couldn’t quite place at the moment.

He almost smiled. “I believe I’m the hillbilly supposed to help you.”

 

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Mr. August is Bringing a Tall Order Filled with Romance

Sexy in the City had their Mr. Big, but Stephanie Burke gives us Mr. August in "All the Small Things"...and Alpha and Beta shifter story unmatched. If you know anything about this author you know she is not afraid to go out on the edge when it comes to her romance stories...and https://twitter.com/Flashycat is taking us all with her on this wild ride.

 

Mr. August

The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards

 

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From this point on, he could not lie to Tego and Tego would not lie to him. The drive to please his alpha would almost be as strong as his desire to pamper his omega.

“Who are they?” he asked again, knowing this time he would get an answer.

His pate pulled back, his submissive whimpers turning into low growls.

“Who?” Had someone touched his omega before? Had someone defiled his perfection? He sniffed harder, lowering his head to sniff at his crotch as his mate whimpered, again. “Who?”

“My brothers,” his mate gasped, fear scent blotting out the joy scent that once saturated his pheromones. “My re-responsibility. My baby brothers—”

Tego whimpered, his voice sounding apologetic as he shook in Daiki’s grasp.

The alpha nearly felt shame at his reactions, but swiftly pushed that emotion aside. There was a lot he didn’t know about his omega, about taking an American mate, and he had a sharp learning curve.

He chuffed soothingly and lapped at the skin of his mate’s neck. It was a simple misunderstanding.

His mate’s fear eased, but the scent of worry remained. As he pulled back, huge liquid eyes gazed back at him and Daiki could see him force back the wolf and his humanity took over.

As he watched, the meek shy omega...he assumed he now possessed... turned into a snarling snapping demon within the blink of an eye.

“Get the fuck off of me!” he roared, lashing out as he scrambled backwards.

Instead of being outraged, the alpha was shocked to find that his wolf appreciated the fight in his mate. He looked down as a sting in his chest registered and he discovered that now only was his mate strong, he possessed more of a wolfly instinct that he had assumed. There were four parallel rents that cut straight through his kimono and haori that exposed the sluggishly bleeding scratches in his skin.

It turned him on more than he thought possible. He felt his cock swell and his already heated blood race through his veins.

Yes, his mate was dangerous, protective, and knew how to use the weapons that nature gave him.

He looked back to his mate and grinned as he saw how he managed to put a lot of room between them, looking like he was fighting against himself as he glared balefully at him. The fear scent was gone, replaced by one of anger and defiance as he deliberately brought his fingers to his lips and delicately lapped the blood from his fingertips.

He smiled, exposing his fangs as he began to stalk his mate.

“Brothers,” he spoke softly, watching as his mate suddenly looked weary as he tried to shift to his feet. But his wolf was rapidly taking over as his silver eyes took on a alight gold sheen. Still on his knees, he backed away more, keeping a good distance between them. “How commendable.”

“Mine,” his mate hissed back. “My brothers. My Angels. My responsibility.”

“Will you protect our cubs so diligently?” he wondered out load, an amused smile pulling at his lips as his mate’s eyes read delight at the thought of his own cubs before his human mind tamped down the wolf.

“My brothers. My responsibility,” he growled, lowering his head and protecting his neck as if he imagined attacking Daiki if he made so much as a move to harm his charges.

“Your parents—“

“Dead,” his mate growled and Daiki froze.

“Dead?” he blinked back the wolf and startled as he scented grief from his mate. “Your clan—“

“No clan,” he answered, his eyes looking leery as he stopped retreating now that Daiki had stopped advancing. “Just me.”

Daiki whimpered in shared grief. As much as sometimes his clan annoyed him or outright angered him, he knew that they would always be there for him, would always be his pack. He could not imagine life along. Was this common here in America or was there something special about his mate?

He suddenly understood the need for his mate to appear so powerful, to have shorn his hair in the manner of an alpha, for his readiness to attack at the mere thought of someone harming his angels. His mate was a lone wolf.

He whined in sadness and stepped closer to his omega, reaching for him, pouring out the scents calmness and understanding as he approached.

His mate, though still weary looking, allowed him closer, though his hissed a bit and raised his hands in a defensive maneuver before he got too close. Daiki stopped and dropped to his knees.

Even here, he was taller than his mate, more intimidating thought he thought Tego would feel some measure of comfort in knowing that his alpha was larger than him.

“My Angels,” Tego chuffed again, the wolf taking over as his body began to tremble and push pheromones that read the need for protection and comfort.

“We will retrieve you angels,” he nodded once as he settled comfortably and placed his hands on his thighs. “We will bring your angels to safety.”

Then an appalled thought crossed his mind. “Where are they? Did I take you from them?” If that was the case, then he would rush down and retrieve them. They would carry the clan scent from Tego... No. He could not leave his mate. Pre-bonding had begun. If he left now, anyone could come in and challenge him when he was most vulnerable and steal his mate.

Human and wolf selves vied for dominance. His thoughts were whirling. He had to protect the mate, but he had to protect those under his mate’s care. His brothers, baby brothers, he had said, were alone and defenseless... but then so was his omega. He didn’t know what to do. The wolf was goring inpatient and the human was getting angry.

There was something he could do, someone he could call... but his Clan was away and he only had his betas and...

A touch to his hand brought his eyes up to see his mate had approached. Posed to flee if necessary, Tego had managed to move close enough to him to touch his hand with one single finger.

Though his hands were larger than any omega he had ever touched, they managed, despite their size, to hold the delicate look of an omega. His nails were shiny and sharp, his fingers slim and narrow. He had the most capable and vulnerable looking hands he had ever seen.

“My brothers?” he asked, the wolf gold in his eyes retreating as if he would flee if he didn’t receive the proper response to his request.

Daiki blinked and his human-self pushed the answer forward as his wolf-self marveled at his mate. Betas.

“My—our betas... they will retrieve The Tenshi.”

Some of the wariness eased, though his mate still appeared cautious.

“My responsibility,” he muttered, looking lost.

“Our responsibility.” He corrected. Yes, the beta who had seemed so protective yet obediently when he used his sword. This beta would retrieve the Tenshi.

 

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Dare to Get Lost Between the Sheets with Mr. July

12 Alphas 12 Months author Michelle Monkou is bring you the first book in her Secrets of Samurai series...One Hot Dare is sure to leave you breathless. Join this office between the sheets of an awesome read.

When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.

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 The cure, the final chance at a normal life, had failed.

There were signs—shortness of breath, heart palpitations, weakness in the extremities, and indescribable pain. These symptoms he’d paid to be suppressed mimicked a raging viral attack. He was desperate to do anything to stop the curse that ran through his blood.

Ken Tenaka squeezed his eyes shut. A sharp pain zigzagged a lightening path through his head, from back to front. Please let this be it. What more could he do to get peace of mind? Sucking in deep breaths, he mentally tried to push back the increasing surges of adrenalin that scared the hell out of him. The turbo blasts to his system left him lightheaded and winded, as if caught up on a malfunctioning merry-go-round.

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Suspense, Intrigue and so Much More...

The intense suspense just doesn't stop in the 12 Alphas 12 Months boxset. Mr. June is on a quest to protect the woman he loves...in Serenity King's sensual romance, Solomon's Quest the action will have you turning one page after another.

 

He's determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.

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Tabitha swiped her room key, opening the door. Before she’d had a chance to enter, Solomon had pushed past her to cross the threshold ahead of her.

Following swiftly on his heels—she opened her mouth to protest, but instead collided into his back with a thud when he abruptly stopped room. He’d gone stiff as a board. Tabitha could practically feel the angry energy emanating from his being.

On instinct, she shifted her gaze to see what had caused him to suddenly stop in his tracks. Her eyes narrowed and moved with precision around the room: left, center, right, and back again; right, center, left. The room was in shambles. The covers from the mattress had been tossed, all of the dresser drawers were open, and the contents of her carryall were in a heap on top of the bed.

She clenched her keycard in her hand—her knuckles straining against the card; her body trembled with anger. It took everything in her not to scream out the fury that she felt.

“Who knew you were staying at this particular hotel?” Solomon asked, his face expressionless.

His words reverberated around the room, and she repeated them in her head, Who knew you were staying in this particular hotel? That was a good question. Who?

“No one. I purposely chose not to stay in the hotel with the bridal party and the other models; however, I did book a room there, and I also checked in,” Tabitha replied, her voice somber.

Think back Tabitha. What did you miss?

Again, she scanned the room quickly, trying to commit everything to memory. To her trained eye, nothing appeared to be missing—just messy. She did, however, notice a lone piece of paper sitting in plain site in the middle of the mess on the bed. Tabitha recognized the shape and color of the slip of paper; she’d seen it often enough in the past year. She hoped Solomon didn’t notice it too. Now she only had to get to it before Solomon thought anything of it.

Tabitha made to move and was quickly halted by the sharp piercing tone of Solomon’s voice.

“Don’t you dare move, Tabitha,” Solomon snarled.

“Nonsense. I have to check my things,” she scolded.

“Not before we call the authorities,” he countered.

“No!” she said abruptly. Realizing that her tone may have been a little too brusque, she spoke more softly. “I mean not yet. Please.” Her eyes pleaded with him. She saw his hesitation. “Trust me Solomon.”

Tabitha went to move past him, but his outstretched arm held her back.

“If you’re trying to beat me to that lone piece of paper in the middle of the bed, don’t bother,” he said knowingly, moving swiftly to the bed to retrieve it.

She hurried after him. It was the same as before. The paper was folded in two and was of high quality—linen to be exact. Inside the fold was a lock of brownish black hair. The scrawling on the paper was sharp and precise. It read, Peek-a-boo I see you.

Tabitha’s breath caught in her throat. It took all of her training not to cry out in frustration. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly went from shocked to furious. I am going to get you, you crazed maniac. You and your minions, she thought to herself.

“Since you don’t want to call the authorities, you can’t stay here tonight. I’ll get someone over here to clean this mess up,” Solomon said tersely. “You are going to tell me what’s going on Tabitha. This is personal. I know you’re a part of an agency. Which one, I don’t know yet. This,” he said, holding up the note, “has nothing to do with any agency. This is real personal.”

Tabitha was relieved that though he was furious, he spoke in hushed, even tones, as he’d done since they’d entered the room. He knew the score.

She watched as he walked over to the air conditioner and turned it on full blast. He then walked over to the bathroom and kitchenette area and turned on the water.

“I can’t be seen with you Solomon.” Her voice shook.

“It’s too late now. Undoubtedly, someone’s watching you. There are security cameras all around. Anyone who really wants to know will. Are you married to anything in this room?” he asked, over the loud hum of the air conditioner and running water.

“No,” she answered, her voice scruffy.

“Good. I need to make a call,” he said, walking closer to her.

 

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