Monday, July 6, 2015

Monday's Montage Mantlepiece: 12 Alphas 12 Months: Contemporary Sensual Romance Calendar

Title: 12 Alphas 12 Months
Authors: Angie Daniels, Erosa Knowles, TJ Michaels, Yvette Hines
Seressia Glass, Serenity King, Michelle Monkou, Stephanie Burke
Aliyah Burke, Maureen Smith, Di Topaz, Latrivia Nelson
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: July 7, 2015
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ALPHAS: Military/Vets, Shifters, Blue Collar, Business Men, Athletes, Smoke Jumpers, Doctors and more… Ladies this is the YEAR of your dreams. 12 Alphas 12 Months come and get your calendar men!

All New Stories…with a connection. That’s right. These stories all have a main theme that unites them. Tamela Harvin is a nationally syndicated radio host who left the glitz and glamour of Hollywood to use her fame helping out those less fortunate. She loves a cause. When she contacted by a listener about a grave concern close to her heart; widower fathers struggling to find emotional support and care for their children after a lose of a wife, Tamela gets to work. Calling in all her community activist across the continent and one sharp photographer, Braden Niles, she creates a calendar of hot sexy men to raise money and support.

From one story to another, men are stepping up, and taking it off to help fathers and children in need.

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Meet your men:
Mr. January
Beg for It by Angie Daniels
Three wild erotic nights will have her begging for more…

Mr. February
Got your Six by Erosa Knowles
In the end, the only words he needed were hers in Reclamation: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles.

Mr. March
Succulent by TJ Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choosing something decadent from our menu…

Mr. April
Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines
Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she’s his mate is the real challenge.

Mr. May
Prescription for Love by Seressia Glass
She’s just what the doctor ordered in Prescription for Love

Mr. June
Solomon’s Quest by Serenity King
He’s determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.

Mr. July
One Hot Dare by Michelle Monkou
When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.

Mr. August
All The Small Things by Stephanie Burke
The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards

Mr. September
Inferno by Aliyah Burke
Sometimes the flames aren’t meant to be put out.

Mr. October
Wicked Games by Maureen Smith
Some games are too dangerous to play.

Mr. November
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz
Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?

Mr. December
Seeking Santa by Latrivia S. Nelson
Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.

Succulent - A Twilight Teahouse Story by T.J. Michaels
     Did it really mean nothing that the documents she’d accidentally seen proved that he’d changed his itinerary and cancelled the next four yoga conventions so he could get home to her and stay there?
      Well…did it?
     By sheer force of will, Madison pushed all of her concerns to the back of her mind and refocused on the event at Twilight Teahouse rather than her marriage. God, it was like having to continuously re-latch a shudder that kept blowing open in a storm. She really wanted to keep thinking about her husband rather than the duties she needed to perform for their place of business right now.
     A quick press of the intercom button on her phone was followed by a quick, “Dani, I’m getting dressed for Hinamatsuri now. I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
     “Yes, ma’am.”
     Out of her chair, she kicked off her high heels and headed toward the gorgeous outfit hanging on the back of the closed door. The morning fog was finally beginning to burn off and the muted glow was giving way to a bright sparkle of sunlight off the Sound. That same natural light streamed in through the large windows and brought out the true colors of the kimono she would wear today.
     Removing the protective plastic, Madison ran her hands over a purple and pink silk kimono that was a gorgeous exercise in Japanese couture so beautiful, a sigh of appreciation left her lips.
     With the push of a button, all of the blinds closed, leaving her office in shadow. When she’d gotten in it had been pitch black outside. Even now it was still quite early but even with the blinds closed, there was still a pleasant glow off the glass and steel building so her office was pleasantly dim rather than midnight dark.
     With a tired sigh that had more to do with where her mind was rather than any kind of physical issue, Madison yanked her royal blue shift over her head and off.
     Then she just…stood there.
     Eyes closed, the image of her husband, who was out taking care of her to-do list, filled her head. In nothing but her bra and panties, she stood in the middle of that floor, stocking-clad toes wriggling in the plush carpet, and thought on the man who’d caused hope to spring up in her chest. Hope that he was truly serious about being here, being with her.
     She plopped down in her leather executive office chair, still warm from her body heat, and let her mind go where it willed.
     Kinson. Kinson Lee. Yogi extraordinaire…who had taken a red-eye home, rented a car and drove straight here from the airport, sent her breakfast, and canceled his upcoming yoga retreats where he’d been scheduled to teach.
     Totally capable of running her life and her business on her own, it didn’t change the fact that she needed him in her life as her partner, not just in her bed…though the bed would be nice. God, when was the last time she’d truly enjoyed a raunchy, messy, all-over-the-house romping good time with her man?
     And he was so drool-worthy when he’d stuck his head into her office just a little while ago. Even with the dark circles under his eyes and the exhaustion rolling off of his body, he was still the epitome of delicious.
     But there was more to Kinson than looks. The man was steadfast and capable. When he was paying a-fucking-tention, he was as giving a lover as she could have ever asked for. And he could handle her bullheaded tendencies with a loving stubbornness of his own. In fact, he was probably the only person she knew that could successfully get her to rest.
     “Madison, sit your butt down somewhere before I turn it another color. Work will be there tomorrow. It’s not going anywhere.”
     How many times had he told her that over the years? Well, not lately, but still. Her skin heated at the thought of his wonderfully-delivered spankings—just enough sting on this side of pleasure that she couldn’t really call it a punishment. As tension coiled between her shoulder blades, Madison lifted her hips and eased her underwear down and off. A chuckle escaped when she caught them on the tip of her shoe and kicked them across the room.
     Her hand eased beneath the cup of her lacy demi-bra to palm a full breast. Madison moaned at the contact, even as her head filled with images of her husband, naked, ready and willing.
     When his hands were on her skin, it felt nothing like when she touched herself. His touch was electric.      Alive. Made her blood flash beneath the skin.
     She twisted and rolled a nipple until it was a ripe berry between the fingertips. The other hand dipped low and teased the plump lips of her sex until the flesh tingled, eager for more.
     Kinson’s name escaped her lips as her spine began a slow undulation that soon became an eager grind of her hips as her fingers pressed into the honey that began to gather at her entrance.
     Her legs were spread wide now, one over each chair arm. God, she wished she had a battery operated boyfriend right now. Obviously she was coiled up tight and needed the release.
     The soft click of the door closing followed by the deep rumble of male appreciation had her jumping out of her skin.
     “Damn, that’s a sexy sight.”
     “Kinson! I told Dani I was not to be disturbed.”
     “And I see why.”

Inferno by Aliyah Burke
     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?”
     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.”

Got Your Six by Erosa Knowles
     Max cupped her cheeks while staring into dark eyes. His fingertip grazed her full lips. The love in his heart reflected in their depths. Max’s heart squeezed in gratitude.
     “No.” She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “This is perfect. You’re perfect… for me. Love you, babe.” Leaning in, she kissed him softly, Max gloried in the feel of her lips on his, deepening their connection. Tamara threw one leg over his and moved closer.
     Smiling, he watched her maneuver on the narrow lounger until she lay on top, hands planted on his chest. Tamara met his gaze with a wicked gleam. “I’m on top,” she stated the obvious.
     Max’s hand moved beneath the light fabric and rested on the small of her back, grateful she wore boy shorts and a tank top. Nothing felt as good as her soft, warm skin.
     “Okay. Now what?” Max wiggled his brows and ran a palm down to her firm ass. “Nice pillow.” He slapped one cheek and then squeezed both, enjoying her squirming. “Hope you know what you’re doing with all that wiggling.” Max lifted his hips slightly, pressing his hardness into her.
     “Yes, I do.” Tamara turned toward the sliding glass door. “How long before Kevin wakes up?”
     Max bit back a groan. Hearing your kid’s name was a sure-fire way to deflate your boner. “An hour or two, maybe less, so let’s hurry.”
     Tamara sat with her hands on his stomach and her legs hanging on each side. The morning sun surrounded her like a halo, kissing her mocha complexion and confirming his belief she was his angel.
     “Hurry?” Tamara shook her head slowly and placed a hand on his lips. “Sorry, don’t do … hurry or fast. Not with you.” She rolled her hips. Black chin length hair moved against her face, providing cover. Her eyelids drooped half-way.
     Max gasped as pleasurable tension shot through his core. Perhaps he should rethink that angel classification. The delicious torment wreaked on him leaned in the opposite direction. His heartbeat raced.
     “Babe, what are you doing?” Max asked, trying to catch a breath.
     “Nothing, just checking things out from up here.”
     Closing his eyes, he dropped his head onto the lounger, allowing his lover to do her thing. Lately, a project at work had kept her tied in knots, and being a stress reliever had awesome benefits. Four days at the beach seemed the perfect remedy to rest and reconnect. Tamara’s knuckles grazed his cheek.
     Max opened his eyes half-mast, watching, and waiting.
     “I love you so much,” she whispered.
     His dick jumped. Not because of what she said, but how the longing in her voice crawled inside his skin. “I never thought… never expected to meet someone like you. Not after… well, Eugene.”
     Max tamped down the burgeoning irritation at the mention of that bastard into this special time.
     Tamara rubbed against him, coaxing his cock back to life and robbing his mind of thought. His grip tightened on her ass, holding her close.
     “You are so much more. A great father, friend to so many, and most importantly…” she whispered, and then kissed him lightly, again and again. Her tongue brushed against his mouth and slid between his lips.
     Eager to join with her, Max’s body hummed with expectation. His fingertips trailed between her legs, seeking entry. “What? Most importantly what?” he asked when she stopped moving.
     Tamara’s lips hovered above his. “Mine. All mine.”

All the Small Things by Stephanie Burke
     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.

Prescription for Love Seressia Glass
     His quiet assurances had more of an impact on her than flirting, driving a need to deflect the curious squishiness in her chest. “You’re just saying that because you want to get in my pants.” 
     “I’m saying it because it’s true.”
     She placed the last of the food in the fridge. “So you don’t want to get in my pants?”
     “Of course I want to get in your pants—I’m not dead. Or stupid. Because I’m neither dead or stupid, I know just telling you how hot and beautiful you are isn’t going to work.”
     “What do you think will work?”
     “Being real. Being honest.” Dark eyes swept over her as he stepped closer, his nearness heating her skin. “I’m attracted to you, you know that. It started with you smiling at me while you sang along to BeyoncΓ©. It continued with the verbal karate match we had at your sister’s place. By the time you started flirting with me, I was already hooked.”
     “Wait. I flirted with you? Are you sure that wasn’t the other way around?”
     “I was in the kitchen minding my own business when you glided in like a goddess about to bless me.” He grinned, and her stomach clenched. “Which you did.”
     He cupped her cheeks. “I want you, Jasmine. I’ve made no secret of that. I want to taste you, touch you, take my time exploring you. I want to discover what makes you sigh, what makes you moan, and what makes you scream. I want you even more now that I’ve finally had a chance to kiss you.”
     Goodness. That...that wasn’t flirting. That was a bold-faced declaration of intent.
     Desire pinched his features tight as he stared down at her. “Am I alone in this? Am I alone in wanting to know how good we’ll be together?”
     “No.” The intensity of his gaze and the electricity of his touch combined to steal all thought except one. “Need to kiss you.”
      “Yes. Hell, yes.”


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