Sunday, 26 March 2017


Out Now -  My super sexy, time travelling spanking novel...


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While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?


She didn’t trust herself to wander the house in her nightdress in search of him, and found herself sliding her legs between the cool sheets of her bed. As she reached for the lamp and turned it off, she sent a quick prayer heavenward that she’d still be in Fairbank Hall when she woke up.
Her door opened.
A shadow stretched on the floor and up the wall.
Liz sat up, and put the light back on. “Radley?”
He stepped in and shut the door.
She studied his face. His eyebrows were pulled low. His mouth a thin slit of determination. His jaw was peppered with stubble and he’d undone his shirt and removed his cravat.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, his arms stiff at his sides.
“I’m glad you couldn’t.” She pushed back the sheets and stood, the hem of the nightdress brushing her ankles.
As soon as she was upright he was in front of her, holding her face.
She gasped and gripped his hard forearms.
“I was rudely interrupted from doing this a few moments ago.” He set his lips over hers in a ravenous, passion-infused kiss.
She sagged against him, wanting more, wanting everything he had to give.
“Elizabeth…” he said breathlessly. “I need you.”
“So have me.”
He sucked in a breath. Desire flashed in his eyes. “Can you handle me?” He hesitated. “I’m not like other men, my pleasure, I find it in…” He shook his head.
“I know how you take pleasure. So yes, I can handle you. All of you.” Excitement raged within her. He’d come to her. Her kinky lord of the manor had been unable to resist in much the same way she was unable to. And the fact he knew he had particular tastes and was uncertain, made him all the sexier. “Take me. Take what you want, I want it too.”

Saturday, 25 March 2017

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Welcome to SATURDAY SPANKINGS. This week a snippet from my brand new, time-travelling spanking story... meet Lord Radley!

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While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?

She clamped her lips shut. The look on his face, the tight set of his lips, and the way his breathing had picked up excited her. It shouldn’t but it did. It was as if she was in some erotic dream, and had found herself an austere Mr. Darcy or a wild Heathcliff to play with.
“Miss Moray,” he said.
“Er, yes.”
“Do you understand what I am saying?” He reached out and straightened her collar, his fingertips just brushing her neck.
A zing of sensation fizzed over her skin and scalp. She should run for the hills, she knew she should. Whatever whacky thing was going on with her, couldn’t last, it shouldn’t last. She’d landed in a different time, a different dimension. “Yes, I understand.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“I do.”
He shook his head. “I do, sir.”
“I do, sir.”
“Here at Fairbank Hall I have rules, and if they are broken I have punishments.” He paused. “And now I will show you what that punishment is, for you.”
“Really… but I—” Before she knew what was happening he’d spun her to face the table. She glanced down at the sand a second before her belly hit it and she was bent double. “Ohh…”
“I wish to keep you here at Fairbank,” he said, “the boys clearly like you, but you must obey my instructions at all times.”
“I’m glad they like me.” She pressed her palms to the desk and went to straighten. “Really I am…”
But Radley had his hand on her back and held her firmly in place with her breasts now pressing on the wooden surface and the sand scattering. “This is a respectable home and I will have those two young men educated as I see fit.”
“We were only… oh…” He’d yanked her skirt up, the material dragging over her knickers and the cool air washing over her thighs.
Damn it!
What the hell was she doing? She should be fighting him off. This stranger who had just tipped her over a desk and exposed her stockings and knickers. With his talk of spankings it was no mystery what was coming next.

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Weclome to MY SEXY SATURDAY, this week a snippet from my HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD a time travelling, sexy spanking story to heat your ereader. OUT NOW!

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While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?


Liz groaned. She was alone. And she was so turned on—her body alive with need. She stumbled toward the door and flicked the lock again. Her attention was then drawn to the window and she rushed over to it.
Her knees were weak so she rested her palm on the cool wall at the window’s side. The sill was low, thigh height, and she looked down at the neat gardens, uncaring that her skirt was still bunched at her waist.
There was no one there, just lawn, the empty maze, the still lake, and the trees in the distance.
Quickly, and needing release, she slipped her hand down the front of her knickers. She sought her clit and rubbed.
“What’s happening to me?” she moaned. She was in a new time and place. Giddy with want. Hot from a spanking. In lust with a man who was as lean with sentiment as he was generous with erotic pain.
She sped up the rotations on her clit and locked her knees. She was staring outside, but barely seeing anything other than a fuzz of green grass and blue sky as she swiftly brought herself nearer to climax.
The pressure was building, stacking up. She clenched her internal muscles and panted as she reached the last climb to release.
Suddenly Radley appeared on the lawn. He was striding past the lake, his paces long and his arms swinging. As usual he had his chin tilted upward.
“Radley,” she gasped, enjoying his name on her lips. “Oh, Lord Radley.”
She leaned harder against the wall and clenched her buttocks, the stinging sensation of his spanks spreading over them as her knickers dragged on her skin.
“Oh, God…” She came. A swift, hard orgasm that stole her breath.
At the moment of release, Radley stopped, turned and looked up at the schoolroom window.
He was a distance away, but she was sure he could see her; not only that, he would be able to see exactly what she was doing.

Friday, 24 March 2017

Coming Soon - HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD #timetravel #spanking #romance by Lily Harlem

Coming very soon...this weekend brand new novel HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD. Hang on to your corsets and bloomers and be transported back to 1850 and life in a grand stately home where the Lord of the Manor has some very sexy ways of keeping his staff in line.

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Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

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Monday, 20 March 2017

Masturbation Monday

It's here again, Masturbation Monday, and this week I'm offering up a snippet from X-RATED, which is the story of a husband and wife getting their mojo back and discovering their kinks. It all starts when Polly is found in a compromising position with a laptop and a vibrator when Lucan comes home from work early...enjoy...

“I’m…I’m not cheating.” She gripped the laptop harder. Maybe it would have been better if she was cheating. The thought of him seeing the porn movie she’d been watching was horrendous. He’d think her perverted and twisted.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I’ve never cheated on you. I never would.” The pillow fell away completely.
His attention drifted over her naked body.
It was like a heated caress. When had he last seen her without clothes? She couldn’t remember.
God, what had happened to them?
“So you’ll show me then. If there’s no one there. No one on the other side of the camera?”
“Camera? You really think I’d be filming myself do that?” She was shocked at the thought. The porn stars did it sure…but her? Little Polly Hartgrove from Amersham, office mouse, wouldn’t say boo to a goose. “Of course there’s no one there.”
He gave an extra hard tug and she was forced to let go.
He huffed, a small triumphant sound, and marched to the opposite side of the room. His shirt had come partly untucked and hung in a ruck over his neat navy suit trousers.
Polly raced after him, the air cool on her skin. But she didn’t reach him fast enough and he’d flipped it open.
A wave of relief went through her as she looked over his shoulder. The password box sat safely in the center of the screen.
He stooped, fingers spread over the keyboard and typed.
A tinny ping reported he’d got it wrong.
He tried it again.
Polly’s heart was racing, her breaths shallow. She wanted to grab her robe but was too caught up in the moment. She prayed he wouldn’t guess her password was Tilly.
But of course he did.
The screen filled with the last shot Polly had seen. The actress’ butthole filled with thick cock. Her fingers were in her pussy and the man gripped her hips. The sounds that suddenly rang around the room were horrific. Wails and cries, panting and gasping. Crude words and the wet, slapping noise of flesh on flesh.
Lucan straightened, his gaze glued on the screen.
Polly clasped her hand over her mouth to hold in a cry of mortification.
“You were…watching this?” he said, not looking at her.
She didn’t think he needed an answer.
“While you were…with that.” He flicked his hand to the bed, in the direction of the vibrator.
She remained silent.
After what felt like the longest thirty seconds of her life, Lucan flipped the laptop closed, ending the onscreen action.
The silence was deafening.
Polly wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She’d happily fall into a black hole and never be seen again. She’d never been so disgraced, so ashamed of her behavior.
Lucan turned to her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her breasts. She crossed her legs as though it might hide her pussy, which was still damp from her climax.
“But why?” he asked quietly.
She shrugged and looked at the floor. Did it matter why? She’d done it. He’d seen. What else was there to say?
“Polly?” He rested his hands on her shoulders.
They were big and cool and a heavy weight. She stared at her toes, painted pale pink; the gray carpet seemed extra dark around them.
“Polly,” he said again. “Talk to me. I want to understand this.”
“No, no you wouldn’t understand. You couldn’t.” She tried to hold in a sob and failed. He wouldn’t want her now. The sweet young woman he’d married liked to watch porn and play with vibrators. And not any old porn—hardcore, butt-fucking porn.
“Try me,” he said, his voice gentler.
She shook her head.
He crooked his finger and hooked it beneath her chin, urged her to look up at him.
She did. His eyes were the same as they’d always been. Dark with thick black lashes and full of concern for anything that might upset her.
She tried to look away but he kept her chin held firm. “Look at me, Polly.”
Swallowing, she did as he’d instructed. It was hard, though. He looked the same as he always did, but she knew she didn’t. He was seeing a new her—a dirty, debauched version of his wife, naked and humiliated.
How could he ever love her now?
“What is it?” he asked. “What made you want to do this…watch this?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Of course you do.” He tipped his head, continued to study her. “Tell me.”
“No. You’ll be angry.”
“Angry?” He seemed surprised.
She bit her lip. How could she tell him that her muffled groans and moans on a Friday night had been fake? That she couldn’t remember when she’d last come with him inside her?
“I promise I won’t be angry,” he said, stroking her hair. “Really, I promise.”
“You will be.”
“But…” He frowned. “This is all about me, isn’t it?”
“No, no, of course not, it’s me…”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “I’ve been neglectful. Once a week…it’s not enough, is it?”
“It is, it’s okay. Honestly, it’s not you.”
He shook his head. “I know I’ve been distracted at work, this last year or so, since I got the promotion. I’m sorry, Polly. I didn’t realize that I’d been so…”
“You haven’t been anything. It’s fine.” She closed her eyes. The words were hard to say. Because it wasn’t fine. Not by a long shot.
“Clearly I’ve been missing something. Not giving you something you need.”
His lips brushed hers.
She pulled in a quick breath. He’d kissed her, just lightly, but still, that bode well for him not drawing up divorce papers.
“No, Lucan. You give me everything I need. A wonderful home, nice holidays, gifts on birthdays and Christmas.” She looked up at him.
“That’s my duty as your husband. And so is…”
He looked down at her body then took hold of her wrists, peeling her arms from around herself. “So is keeping you satisfied in the bedroom. You shouldn’t have to do that yourself. It’s my job.”
“Lucan, I love you. I love what we have. And you do your job perfectly.”
“I don’t think that’s quite the truth now, is it?” He huffed then a muscle flexed in his jaw. “God, you’re beautiful.”
A shiver spread over her. Her nipples peaked and her skin goosebumped.
“You don’t like the way I fuck you?” he said in almost a whisper.
God, the way he said fuck. She rarely heard him use that word and never in relation to her. He said make love if ever there’d been mention of it.
“Don’t answer me,” he said. “I know that’s the case.” He shook his head. “And I should have opened my eyes and realized that long ago.”
“Lucan.” She stepped a little closer to him, still feeling odd to be naked and him fully dressed. “We should just forget this. Carry on as normal.”
“Are you crazy? Everything has changed.”
“Don’t say that, please. We can go back to how we were.”
“And have you so frustrated that you have to finish work early and masturbate before I come home so you have fun on a Friday night?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Don’t deny it, Polly. I can see what’s been going on.”
She hesitated for a moment, then, “And what’s that? What can you see?”
“We’ve been stuck in a rut. I’ve been stuck in a rut.” He released her and reached for his belt buckle. “And now it’s time to get the hell out of that rut.”
Her belly clenched as she watched his big fingers work fast. There was urgency to his movements.
What the hell was he going to do?
She glanced lower, there was a long, thick bulge behind his suit pants. He had an erection.
“Lucan,” she gasped. “What…?”
“You want fucking like that woman on there.” He jerked his head at the laptop. “I can do that for you. You don’t need to watch porn to get what you need, baby. Not when I’m here and I’m hot for you.”
“But…” Oh God, was he going to ass fuck her? Is that what she’d brought on herself? She’d never seen him like this. Heard him speak to her like this.
It was new, exciting, but also terrifying.
He shoved at his pants, his red boxers going down with them. His crisp shirt hung over his patch of dark pubic hair and his cock stuck rudely from the slit of his shirt.
Damn, when had she last seen his penis? She’d forgotten how well hung he was.
“Turn around,” he said throatily as he took hold of her shoulders and spun her to face her dressing table.
She stumbled a little but he kept her upright.
He then tipped her over so her palms were flat on the table, and kicked her feet wide with his.
“Lucan, not my…oh…” She wasn’t ready for him to fuck her ass, and not like this…not…
“You’ll get what I give you.”
She stared at his reflection in the mirror as he gripped her hips, the way the man on the porn movie had gripped his co-star.
Oh God.

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Sunday, 19 March 2017

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week an excerpt from X-Rated, a super sexy, super kinky novella about a  married couple finding their mojo!

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When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a naughty video, she doesn't think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's beast and making him sit up and take notice.


But what about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even remember his fantasies.

During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.

He flicked on the TV then attached a cable from the back to her laptop.
She sat, sipped her drink again, and watched as he used the remote control to scroll through the settings.
Finally, the screen went from blank to full picture. Polly’s stomach did a flip of excitement. It was her selection of porn movies. Now, if they wanted to, they could watch them on full screen in the comfort of their living room.
He threw her a smile. “What do you think?”
“It’ll be good in high definition, I suppose.”
He chuckled and set about unwinding the cable so the laptop reached the table.
When task completed he sat next to her on the edge of the sofa. “So what shall we watch?”
“I don’t know.” She finished her drink. Maybe she’d need another one before they watched their first porno together.
He must have sensed that because he topped up their glasses.
“How about the one you were watching yesterday?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
“No, Polly.” He cupped her cheek and studied her face. “I want to know what you want to watch.”
She swallowed. “Okay, yes, the one from yesterday.” It seemed as good a place as any to start. But damn…it was so graphic and in the middle of the day, could they…yes, of course they could.
“It’s this one, isn’t it?” Lucan asked, hovering the mouse over Butt Babes.
She nodded.
He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Relax, this is all good and besides, you’ve got me curious.”
“I have.” What did he mean by that?
“Let’s just say I’ve been on a bit of a porn drought for the last ten years or so, ever since I met you. I’m keen to see if anything has changed in the way they’re made.”
“I doubt it,” she giggled.
“We’ll see.” He hit play and the scene started from the beginning with the characters getting to know each other.
Lucan stood and turned off the piano music.
Polly watched him. He was tall and lean and always moved with grace, but today, now, there was an extra confidence to his swagger, as though he’d had an injection of self-assurance.
Sitting back down next to her, he took her glass and set it on the table. “Was it the first time you’d watched this one yesterday?”
She nodded. 
“And have you watched all of the others on your laptop?”
“Most of them.”
“While you were…”
“Using the vibrator.” She shook her head. “No, that’s quite new.”
“I’m sorry you had to get one.” He sat back, pulling her with him.
“No, don’t be, it’s not like that.”
He kissed the side of her head. “It’s okay. Perhaps we’ll use it together.”
She turned within the curve of his arm. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know really. Perhaps I could use it on you, it might be nice not to be distracted as you orgasm. I can concentrate on watching you come, all of those little blissful noises you make, and your expressions.”
Her heart fluttered. Heat spread over her chest. “Lucan.”
He chuckled. “Oh dear, you do realize you’ve woken a monster.”

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Wednesday, 15 March 2017

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Monday, 13 March 2017

Cover Reveal - FINDING YOU

FINDING YOU is book #2 in my new REDWOOD SHIFTERS series, these books are a combination of M/M, M/M/M and M/M/F stories and due to start hitting the shelves in June.

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Saturday, 11 March 2017

My Sexy Saturday - HIRED is FREE

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week we're all about sexy warriors and what is sexier than a warrior on ice? I'll tell you what...a FREE warrior on ice.

That's right - for a few days only you can grab HIRED - book #1 in my HOT ICE series for FREE. 

And here are a few lines from the beginning, when Brooke first meets Phoenix to whet your appetite.

“Please, climb aboard, we’re almost set for takeoff.” He gestured up the steps then took my suitcase from Clifford. 
I touched the single metal rail to aid my trip up the steps. I wasn’t as used to high heels as Giselle, but I only made contact with the rail for a second—it was piping hot and seared my palm. 
Frowning, I rubbed my hands together as I stepped into the fuselage. I glanced left and saw the pilot studying his instruments, then turned right to search out a seat. 
There were only six seats and the front five were empty. In the sixth seat at the back sat an enormous hulk of a guy dressed entirely in black. He had tousled russet brown hair that touched the base of his collar, and a square jawline dense with stubble, heaviest over his top lip. His wide mouth was pressed into a thin line, his glossy Ray-Bans directed out the small oval window and his huge arms folded tight over his chest. 
Logan Taylor made no move to acknowledge my arrival aboard the plane, not a hello, not a curious glance, not even a twitch of his head. 
I didn’t let my gaze linger. If he wasn’t the chatty, sociable sort that suited me all the better. Taking the front seat, the one nearest the door, I buckled my belt and pulled a book from my handbag. 
The copilot dragged up the steps, shut the door with a series of levers and gave me a wink. “All set?” 
“Yes,” I said with a smile. 
 “We’ll be in the air for just over an hour, it’s not far down to Mr. Gunner’s island retreat. Help yourself to refreshments once we’re up.” He nodded at a small glass-fronted fridge apparently stocked entirely with individual bottles of champagne. 
“Thank you.” 
“My pleasure.” He ducked into the tiny cockpit and closed the door. 

Friday, 10 March 2017

NEW RELEASE - A Mate for The Sheriff Shifters book #4 by April Zyon


Jessica Morris has a secret that could get her killed. Hiding in plain sight, pretending to be normal, is all she’s ever known. And even though she’s been lucky so far, she knows that she can’t hide in Shifter Falls forever. Getting involved with the town sheriff is the last thing she needs, but lately it’s all she can think about. 

Novak Porter has watched Jessica since the first day she came into town. He suspects that, like everyone else in Shifter Falls, she’s got a skeleton or two in her closet. She’s nervous around him, and for years he’s forced himself to give her time. But when a chance encounter throws them together for more than five minutes, Novak decides he’s tired of waiting. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her around. Convincing her to work for him is easy, but getting her to believe in happily ever after might be a little more difficult. 


Jessica turned to the voice in the darkness. The sexiest voice on the face of the planet. “Sheriff,” she said, her pulse increasing when she turned to look at him. 

He looked as if he had been built of stone, and again she wondered just exactly what sort of shifter he was. No one seemed to know, or be willing to share, which was very strange in a town like Shifter Falls. Then again, she didn’t let anyone know what she was, either, so it could just be a privacy thing. 

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but suddenly all the electronics inside the car went completely dead. The lights, dash, everything. I’m afraid it’s the alternator, since it has a brand-new battery.” She might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t completely stupid. “And I think that Jagger’s cub swiped my cell phone, again, so do you think you could maybe call a tow for me?” She shook her head. “That little guy gets me every single time. I swear he’s taken more cell phones off of me than I can count. Phi is never able to find them, so there’s no telling what he does with them.” She was snickering as she said that. She didn’t know why she was talking so much, but she was. 

The sheriff was watching her intently and didn’t seem all that bothered by her random rambling. He merely pulled out his cell and put in a call for a truck. “Mick will come get your car. He said to leave the keys on the passenger front tire since he might be a while. They had to pull a couple cars from a slough after some young twits decided that drag racing with their parents’ cars was a good plan. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.” 

She whistled. “Oh boy. I bet there are going to be some kids in serious trouble about right now. Thanks for the offer of the ride.” She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and put the keys on the front passenger tire as she had been instructed. “You’ll probably be going out of your way a bit. I live at twenty-nine Forest Acre Road.” It was a dirt road surrounded by forest and she loved it. Nature called to her, and at least there she didn’t have to worry about nulling any abilities as she typically did when she was near other witches. 

“No worries at all. It keeps me out of the station until the parents have finally wound down to a dull roar and the kids have had a few minutes for everything to sink in. Anyhow, I think that an hour’s worth of stewing before I arrive to come up with some interesting charges might help the situation. By then I’ll know if the lawyers have actually been called in or not and can figure out how to play this to keep the kids from doing something worse down the line.” The sheriff held her door for her, then shut it when she settled into her seat. A minute later he was setting out reflective markers behind her car before sliding in behind the wheel to take her toward town and home. 

“You are a good man. Too bad you can’t keep a secretary to save your gorgeous ass.” She felt her face turn red from heat when she realized she’d blurted that out. “Crap, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.” She cringed, but then shrugged. Since it was too late to take her candid observation back, she pressed on. “Well, from what I understand, you have gone through thirteen of them inside of three months. That’s outstanding right there.” 

He leveled a look on her she couldn’t read. She was only thankful he seemed to ignore her initial comment and it allowed her cheeks to cool. “I have a specific way I expect things to be done. And, I admit, my temper can get the best of me. Everything we do can be called into question inside a courtroom. If even one I isn’t dotted right, or a T was missed being crossed, that is potentially a dangerous offender being allowed out on the street due to clerical error. Unacceptable in my book so, yes, I have some impossibly high standards I expect to be carried out by every man and woman in the department.” 

“No, not impossibly high standards. They are perfectly reasonable. The way that everyone made it sound you were seriously a neat freak nut job, but what you’re saying doesn’t sound like that at all.” She understood the importance of perfect record keeping, of ensuring that everything was where it should be at all times. “When the council took me on as their secretary, I had to redo a hell of a lot of stuff because the person before me couldn’t seem to understand that paperwork is filed by number then letter. Idiots.” She smirked and looked over at him. “I guess I have high standards as well. Then again since I’m a witch without abilities, I have to be able to contribute somehow, right? Especially with my mother’s coven proclaiming me to be nothing but a human.” That’s what all of Shifter Falls thought of her, and she was happy to keep it that way. When she’d first started out on her own, she’d wondered if it wouldn’t have been smarter, and safer, to try to hide even the fact that she’d been born into a witch family. Ultimately she’d decided that it was better to stick as close to the truth as possible. So she never tried to hide the fact that she had been born to witch parents. It was unlikely that she would ever run into anyone from her old coven, but on the off chance that she did, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion by being caught in a lie. Besides, being known as a witch without powers—therefore, more or less, human—kept her just as safe as if she’d tried to pass herself off as a normal human.

“I’m glad you understand. Few do,” he muttered. “I think the council foisted their rejects my way for some form of payback. They all loved the idea when the mayor had me run for office and I won by a landslide, but the minute I arrested the first council member and wouldn’t take a bribe, they started to wonder. Told them the same thing I told the mayor when he hired me—I was going to run things my way, and if they found someone that could run against me and get elected that would be the only way they’d get me out of that seat. They haven’t had any luck yet.” 

Jess knew it was because the sheriff was respected by every citizen in the Falls as well as the other two cities that made up their exceptionally small county. While not everyone agreed with his methods and strict by-the-book ways, they liked how he’d cleaned up and kept the area protected from a drug problem several years back when he’d first taken the position. 

“You cleaned up the area. No one would run against you. You’re too good at your job, so it is what it is.” She shrugged. “You are strict and you can be an ass from what I’ve been told, but then again there are a lot of falsehoods that fly through Shifter Falls, aren’t there?” she asked with a smile. 

“True enough. The trick is determining what’s truth and what’s lie in everything that goes around town. It’s amazing what one can discover the moment they find that tiny thread and give it a tug. After all, there’s not a soul in this town that is exactly who they appear to be on the surface once you dig down a little further.” 

Other Books in the Series, 1 

Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day. 

She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile. 

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why. 

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?, 2

An ancient evil has come back to Shifter Falls… 

Living in a town called Shifter Falls isn’t always easy. Alaska Ceridwen has lusted after Harley Ogden for years, even though she learned the hard way that you can’t trust bears. But when Alaska becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, Harley may be the only one who can save her. 

Harley thought that rescuing a terrified, bound woman on the street would be the most excitement he’d see all day. Then he found out she was his mate. Now he’s fighting to hold on to what’s his. He knows that keeping Alaska safe and teaching her to let go of her fears won’t be easy, but for Harley, nothing less than forever will do., 3 

Quinn Ash is as human as they come. She came to Shifter Falls to hide from the danger. Too bad trouble always has a way of finding her. 

Piran Raske works with wood. It makes his Jaguar happy, plus he makes a great living doing it. But he’s lonely and needs more to keep him and his cat satisfied. 

Quinn comes into Piran’s life with her shockingly dark secret, and he knows he must protect her. As much as he doesn’t want to, Piran asks his friends for help to keep his mate safe. But is it too late to save the love of his life? 

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