PK Corey's Reading Room: November 2021

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart

A Hero’s Heart

Amber Daulton

Rekindling the flames of love has never burned so hot.

A Hero’s Heart

Publisher: Daulton Publishing

Release Date: November 2^nd, 2021

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Length: 38k

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Blurb

Lies. Betrayal. A million-dollar bounty.

After an undercover mission goes awry, DEA agent Jarrett Brandt hides out in the last place he wants to be—his hometown. Now he’s stuck with his judgmental parents and the memory of his perfect brother hanging over his head. His one bright light? Marissa Reinn Brandt—his high school sweetheart and former sister-in-law.

Marissa lost Jarrett once before. No way will she let him back in; then her son offers him their guestroom. His wicked charm and smoldering stares are hard to resist, but she’ll make him work to reclaim his spot in her bed.

When his enemies close in, how will Jarrett keep Marissa and her son safe, or will he lose his shot at redemption?

– A Hero’s Heart is a smoking hot second chance, romantic suspense novella. No cheating. HEA guaranteed.

– Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

Excerpt

“You can trust me, Jarrett. I won’t tell your parents anything you don’t want me to.” She sighed and stood as well. “You used to tell me everything. We never kept secrets.”

Jarrett paced between the coffee table and fireplace. “My parents’ opinion doesn’t matter. Dad would still throw up my juvie record or the fact that I’m not a cop, even if I was a model citizen. I’m not that lost, angry kid anymore. I know who I am now, and it’s not someone you’d want to know.”

“I disagree.”

“God, you don’t understand. Marissa, I’ve missed you so damn much. I’ve laid awake so many nights wondering what my life would’ve been like if I’d stayed here.” When he made love to other women, he imagined Marissa beneath him or above him, panting his name. When the nightmares of blood and gore faded, he dreamed of her. Those bittersweet memories and what if scenarios were almost worse than the nightmares. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of.”

“I hated you after you left, but I’ve gotten over it. Everyone feels regret and guilt over something. It’s all about being human.” She dashed away her tears. “I told you mine last night. Will you please show me the same courtesy?”

“I can’t.”

“At least tell me what you did last Christmas. Jason made it crystal clear that he didn’t want you alone. He wants you to have a tree.” She pointed at the Douglas fir. “Well, there you go. What did you do last year?”

Jarrett licked his dry lips, heat swelling in his cheeks.

He’d joined the Consuelo gang last December and spent the holiday in a slummy apartment with five thugs who sold cocaine on the streets of Albuquerque. Living around his drug of choice had nearly destroyed him.

“What about your last birthday?” Marissa blocked his path and braced her hands on her hips. “Did you have cake or go out with a bunch of buddies and get drunk? Did something horrible happen? Why won’t you tell me anything?”

He shoved a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Marissa. Yeah, I got drunk. A few of us went to a strip club where I fucked two dancers in a backroom. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Her eyes widened as she stepped back.

Way to go, you fucking idiot. He brushed his shaky hands on his button-down shirt to steady them. “Marissa—”

She strode past him with a high head and left the room.

Her cold shoulder skewered him, but he didn’t deserve better.

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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through Daulton Publishing, The Wild Rose Press, and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.

She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.

Social Media Link

Universal link – https://linktr.ee/AmberDaulton

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Saturday Spanking - Annie's thoughts

Another Saturday is here so welcome to Saturday Spankings. I’m still putting up snippets from my latest book, Secrets on the River. Allie and Ryan have done some thinking about the birth of their first child. When they share their decisions with the family Annie – the good one, the quiet one the one, the one who always speaks as a mature calm lad – has her own take on their plans.

“I just wanted all of you to know, Ryan and I have been doing a lot of talking and research and discussing it with my doctor and we’ve come to a decision. We’re planning on a home birth,” Allie said in one fast breath.

Everyone froze in silence, staring at her. “Now don’t freak out. It’s becoming more and more common these days. This town has two excellent midwives, they aren’t looked down on by the doctors. We’re working with Ruth Sanders. She and her assistant are a great team and they have a doctor on call too. They have emergency equipment with them just in case it’s needed. So it’s really very safe.”

Everyone continued looking at them, but no one spoke for a long moment. Then Tom asked, “Son, are you comfortable with this decision?”

“I wasn’t at first, I admit. But after talking with everyone involved I’ve really got on board. I like the idea of this little one being born in our home, right here on the river and I like that some of you all could be at the birth. That is, if you want to. You don’t have to or anything, but you’d be here to be able to see the baby right away.”

Cassie felt uneasy about the whole thing. “I don’t know. I know it’s your decision… but I’d rather you be at a hospital with equipment and a specialist right outside your door when the baby comes. Can this midwife, or whatever, give you sufficient pain medication? From what little I know about it you’re going to need some.”

Allie shook her head. “We’ve decided on natural childbirth. No drugs. The doctor and midwife say that’s fine. Women do it all different ways now. I want to be clear-headed and alert when the baby comes.”

“That the way God meant it to be,” Lily spoke up. “I got nothin’ ‘gainst ‘mergency ‘quipment, but I think babies does best when they comes natural-like.”

“You’re both nuts,” Sue said, sounding disgusted. “If I’d ever had a baby, I’d have demanded an epidural about the sixth month just to be safe.”

Everyone laughed and Cassie glanced back toward Annie. Cassie’s laughter stopped and she half rose. “Annie…?” Annie’s face had gone pale. Not pale, Cassie thought, totally bloodless. She looked as though she were in pain, but at the same time she seemed to shake with a fury that Cassie had never seen in her in all the time she’d known her.

“Stupid,” they heard. “Stupid, STUPID, STUPID!” Annie was shouting. She rose to her feet and slammed her hand down on the table as she rounded on Allie and Ryan. “A perfectly good hospital not three miles away and you’re willing to risk that baby’s life and your own on some romantic whim to ‘have the baby born on the river?’ Why not have it in the boat, or better yet, just give birth in the river itself? Would that be natural enough for you? Just take an aspirin and pop that baby right out in the water! You’re idiots! You’re too damn stupid to raise a child!”

Buy links:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/secrets-on-the-river-pk-corey/1139963574

Blurb:

Everyone has secrets, but most don’t have major implications. When Jenny tries to keep her weekend activities from Cal, the repercussions of him finding out land only on her. But some secrets are bigger and more far reaching. You would think that as long as Cassie, Sue and Annie have known each other, surely they could have no real secrets from one another. But you’d be surprised. The full truth behind one secret may never be known, another could change the face of The Landing forever.

From steamy sex to both playful and painful spankings, the people on the river continue to live and love and marvel at all that are learning.

Cassie Space series:

Cassie's Space (book one)

Cassie's Tale (book two)

Cassie on the Move (book three)

Cassie's River Living (book four)

Cassie's Conflict (book five)

Cassie's Influence (book six)

Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)

Cassie Corralled (book eight)

Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)

Cassie's Life (book ten)

Paperbacks can be found here.

Cal's Law Series:

Cal's Law (book one)

Becoming Family (book two)

Educating Jenny (book three)

Searching for Home (book four)

On the River series:

On the River (book one)

Secrets on the River (book two)

Corbin's Bend

Returning to Us

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Daryl Devore’ - From Despair to Ecstasy

From Despair to Ecstasy

Daryl Devore’

Daryl Devore’s From Despair to Ecstasy - Guilt consumes rock star, Darien Scott, when he fails to save Erika Bailey's beloved drag queen club. Can her love pull him back from the edge?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09K8Z67QJ

Blurb –

Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

Excerpt

Sweat streamed off Darien’s brow. Some dripped into his eyes. It stung. His heart throbbed against his ribs. Fire inched down his throat. Every muscle in his body ached. His head pounded from the pandemonium. The explosions. The screams. The pain threatening to split his skull. Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes. His chest heaved as he gulped air. He needed a moment. Get some strength back.

The screams grew louder.

Damn.

He inhaled and released a long breath.

They wanted him. He had to continue. To perform. Like a trained monkey. Do people even do that anymore? Train monkeys? He peeled his eyes open. The glare of the overhead lights blazed down at him. He lifted his head. The screams grew louder.

“Oh. So, you want more?”

But what if I don’t have any more? What if I just can’t continue? Twelve weeks. Four shows a week. I’m beat.

The roar from eighty thousand Parisians was tumultuous. Fans yelled at the top of their lungs. They pounded their feet on the floor, raising their hands in the air, clapping. Glow sticks, cell phones, and lighters swayed like flowers in a breeze.

He grinned. Eighty thousand Parisians and one fiancée. He glanced to his left. Seated on the top stage step was Erika. She’d arrived minutes before the show started. Just enough time for a passionate, but quick, hello kiss. He needed more. He needed her, and he knew it. She smiled at him. He loved that smile. He could stare at it all day. The way her soft lips curved up. A hint of sassiness in her expression.

Just finish the show. Grab Erika and run. Dodge the fans. And get out of here.

He looked out over the crowd. “But what if I’m too tired to continue?”

“No,” the crowd wailed.

He grinned. “Well, maybe I could go on if you told me you loved me.”

The cacophony of sounds was deafening. “Je t’aime. Love you.”

He lifted his hands. “Do you love me?”

“Oui. Yes.”

He ripped his black t-shirt over his head and threw it into the fans. “Do. You. Love. Me?” He yelled out as he glanced at Erika.

She jumped up and down, screaming with the crowd.

“I can’t hear you.”

The building shook with the fans’ frenzy.

“Five. Six. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.”

Fireworks exploded. Lasers shot around the stadium. Cass, the drummer, crashed the symbols as Darien spun, posed, inhaled a deep breath, then opened his mouth to sing.

Follow Daryl Devore at – Twitter - @daryldevore

daryl.devore@yahoo.ca

Saturday, November 6, 2021

Saturday Spanking - To each her own

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! It’s beginning to get cold in my neck of the woods. I think everyone should begin stocking up books for winter – why don’t you start with Secrets on the River?

Here’s a snippet where Jenny and Cassie are discuss some implements. Their ideas of ‘acceptable’ do not match up!

“Hey, Mom,” Jenny greeted her. “It’s unusual to find you alone these days. Do you want a little time to yourself?”

“Sit!” Cassie encouraged. “You know I love visiting with you any time.”

Jenny carefully took her seat. Cal hadn’t been wrong about the bruises or the continued soreness. Cassie noticed at once.

“What happened? Did you do something wrong or was Cal overreacting as usual?” she demanded.

“Neither,” Jenny told her, laughing. “We were just playing. But his new toy and I are not friends! He has a cane now.”

“Oh, Jenny, no!” Cassie was genuinely upset. “Those things are horrible. You need to make him get rid of that thing right now.”

“It’s okay, he promised to only use it for play, never for discipline,” Jenny tried to reassure her.

“For play!” Cassie was aghast. “But they’re vicious! Like a switch, but worse. That would be intolerable!”

“This from a woman who ‘loves the belt.’ That’s intolerable!” Jenny insisted.

“You have lost your mind,” Cassie told her. “The belt is sexy, sensual, it’s…”

“You could say the same thing for the cane if you think about it,” Jenny insisted.

Cassie stared at her for a long moment, before shaking her head. “Maybe I’m getting too old to understand you young people.”

“Fat chance of that, Mom. As long you’re willing to sit and discuss what implements our fellows should use to beat our asses, I think we’re all close to the same age.”

Cassie chuckled. “Maybe you’re right.