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Thursday, February 13, 2014

Make Me - Twelve Tales of Dark Desire - Excerpts & Giveaway


Ok, so I TOTALLY already pre-ordered this - and you'd better too.  Right now it's 99 cents, but that price won't last after the book is released.  So read through and go order yours.  I've read a few of these books included, and they are AMAZING.  You will not be disappointed!!


Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire
Take a trip to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig!

Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark

For pre-order and release week only, this set will cost 99 cents. These full-length e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This set will only be available for a limited time, so order your copy now!

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About the Authors

Thank you for considering MAKE ME: Twelve tales of dark desire. We hope you enjoy your trip! Please check out the contributing authors to find out more about their books and upcoming events.
Aleatha Romig - Consequences

Skye Warren - Wanderlust

Eliza Gayle - Play With Me

Cari Silverwood - Take Me, Break Me

Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure

Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn

Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object

Claire Thompson – Enslaved

Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain

Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip

Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess

CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark


Excerpt from Beneath the Burn by Pam Godwin




A woman with a white-blonde pixie haircut backed out of the shop and dammit if he couldn’t stop himself from gawking. She was slender, but not in a bones-pressing-skin kind of way. She had a figure that could only be toned with good nutrition and rigorous activity. Oh yeah, she was built for stamina.


She locked the door, and turned toward him, tipping back her head.



The bluest eyes he’d ever seen stared up at him. They were ringed with navy and glimmered with silver flecks. They were also wide with...fear? No, that couldn’t be it if her smile were anything to go by. Her beautiful face seemed to swallow up the glow of the streetlamps, the passing headlights, the goddamned moon.



“Hi.” Her smile wavered. “You look lost. Can I help?”



Oh Christ, her voice. It was the complete package, like the full-bodied Fsus2 chord humming from the hole in his Martin Acoustic. Gentle, cool, hypnotic--



“You’re lost, right?”


She had no idea. “Just found what I’m looking for.” Smooth, Jay. What the hell was he doing?.

Excerpt from Wanderlust by Skye Warren



“The man over there has paid for your meal. He’d like to join you.”

I blinked, not really understanding. The gentleness of her voice unnerved me. More than guilt—pity.

“I’m sorry.” I fumbled with the words. “I’ve already eaten. I’m done.”

“You have food left on your plate. Doesn’t matter how much you want to eat anyway.” She paused and then carefully strung each word along the sentence. “He requests the pleasure of your company.”

My heart sped up, the first stirrings of fear.

I supposed I should feel flattered, and I did, in a way. He was a handsome man, and he’d noticed me. Of course, I was the only woman around besides the waitress, so it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. But I wasn’t prepared for fielding this kind of request. Was this a common thing, to pay for another woman’s meal?

It was a given that I should say no. Whatever he wanted from me, I couldn’t give him, so it was only a question of letting him down nicely.

“Please tell him thank you for the offer. I appreciate it, I do. But you see, I really am finished with my meal and pretty tired, so I’m afraid it won’t be possible for him to join me. Or to pay for my meal. In fact, I’d like the check, please.”

Her lips firmed. Little lines appeared between her brows, and with a sinking feeling I recognized something else: fear.


“Look, I know you aren’t from around here, but that there is Hunter Bryant.” When I didn’t react to the name, her frown deepened. “Here’s a little advice from one woman to another. There are some men you just don’t say no to. Didn’t your mama ever warn you about men like that?”

Excerpt from Consequences by Aleatha Romig


One evening, Catherine told Claire that Mr. Rawlings wouldn’t be home until late. Claire didn’t like vague terms like late. Normally she would wait in her suite to see if he came to her, but the day was scorching and she knew late could mean not at all. With the sunset, she decided to take a swim.

Walking to the pool, Claire realized she rarely ventured out of her suite at night. The house seemed eerily quiet, like a museum after closing. The staff were mostly retired to their rooms and the lights were low. Her flip-flops echoed as she stepped onto the marble floor at the base of the staircase. After four months, Claire didn’t need lights; she knew her way through the arches and into the sitting room. She paused at the windows and looked out to the pool. The water changed from pink to green to yellow to purple to blue to clear and back to pink. The deck lights were off, creating the illusion of a colorful abyss engulfed in complete darkness. She considered turning on the deck lights and decided against it.

Stepping into the summer night, the air sat heavy and still. The contrast from the air conditioning reminded her why she stayed indoors all day. Looking toward heaven she knew she made the right decision about the lights. The velvety sky glistened with a million stars. The water enveloped her body as she walked down the steps, its temperature barely varied from the air and she quickly submerged herself. After swimming a few laps she floated on her back, watching the sky and thinking about constellations. Suddenly, Claire froze.

Deep in thought and enjoying the stars, she realized Tony was standing at the edge of the pool. He’d been speaking, but her ears were submerged and she couldn’t hear him. Seeing his silhouette from the lights of the fountain startled her. She lifted her head out of the water to clear her ears and began to tread water.

“Tony, you startled me. Catherine said you wouldn’t be home until late.” She couldn’t see his eyes. She waited for him to respond. He stood in silence for a moment; she thought about talking. While she debated, he walked to a chair hidden in darkness. When he returned she could only see his silhouette but knew he was now nude.

Still not speaking, Tony dove into the pool. He swam up to Claire and wrapped his arms around her. Within seconds, Claire’s bathing suit disappeared. His actions were fast and rough. Their mouths united as their tongues wildly searched for one another. He moved from her lips to the nape of her neck and all places in between. The pool depth allowed Tony to touch but not Claire. She wrapped her legs around his torso, allowing him to support her. He continued to nuzzle her neck, lifting her body so her round supple breasts found his lips. His kisses became nips and he gently bit the tips of her hard nipples. Claire groaned with pleasure.

His hurried movements caused his bristled face to scratch her soft skin. However, the pain of his beard was quickly forgotten as the pleasure from his touch filled her consciousness. His mouth tantalized and his hands explored. Claire’s back arched as she pressed her breasts toward his mouth and wrapped her fingers in his wet hair. In the silence of the country night her moans echoed as her body convulsed. Though the night was hot, Claire’s arms and legs cloaked with goose bumps.

Tony eventually led Claire out of the pool, onto a chaise lounge. He resumed his exploration but not with his hands. They still hadn’t spoken. Claire’s mind teetered between the cognizant he doesn’t seem upset and the unconscious ecstasy. His actions slowed, became more deliberate and sensual, causing sensations deep inside of her. She held on to his massive shoulders and accepted everything he had to offer.

The carnal heat intensified by the night’s humidity instigated perspiration. Claire tasted it as her lips and tongue seduced his neck. The salty sweat mixed with chlorine creating an amazing potion. When he finished they were both moist, more from one another than the pool.

Panting, they lay still, listening to the cicadas and crickets. Finally, with a grin, Tony spoke, “Good evening, Claire.” His eyes were soft suede brown. “I wasn’t happy when you weren’t in your suite.” Claire started to speak but stopped as Tony’s finger lightly touched her lips. “But your idea of a swim on this hot evening was much better than what I planned.”


Claire smiled. They moved back into the water to cool off, but found that even in the water they had problems staying cool.

Tears of Tess by Pepper Winters



I jerked upright, ignoring the pain of his elbow. I feinted to the side, kicking his kneecap. His leg gave out, but he caught himself on the edge of the table. “Don’t fight. You’ll only make it worse.” 

How many times had I heard that? And every time it turned out to be the truth. But I couldn’t not fight. I’d never be able to live with myself. 

I breathed so hard my lungs ached. I looked frantically for the stairs. Where the hell were the fucking stairs? 

I made to run, just as Q recovered. He lurched and wrapped arms around my heaving chest, dragging us to the floor. We landed in a pile of limbs, my rib screaming. Q’s fly was undone, trousers hanging precariously on his hips. My knickers were bunched to the side and oversensitive flesh swollen, needing a release. No! I’m not turned on. I’m not broken. Not yet. 

Manic possession scorched his eyes, and I slapped him. Q reared back, lips twisted. Violence bristled as he slammed me down, securing himself above. 

I froze, locking my knees together so he couldn’t settle between my legs. He clutched my chin, forcing me to look deep into his gaze. “What are you?” 

I squirmed, hating the hunger in his voice, echoing the budding need in mine. I was sick to think I ever wanted this with Brax. But I never wanted this with Brax. I wanted light role-play, tame bondage, nothing like this. Please, not like this. 

Q shocked me silent as he kissed my throat. He lingered, breathing deep. My stomach flipped. Pulling back, shock resonated in his face, as if he hadn’t meant to resort to being gentle. 

A conflict of emotions skittered in his eyes, dampening undisguised lust, twisting it into something else. He sounded regretful, “Say it, and I’ll let you go. I won’t hurt you. I won’t rape you. Not tonight.” 

I bit my lip. If I said it, I threw myself at his mercy, but if I didn’t say it, I’d be raped and I couldn’t handle that. Not after the trauma of everything. Not after my entire world dumped me and left me bereft. Especially not with my body being enemy number one. 

“Esclave, say it.” His mouth tickled my ear again, words vibrating through flesh. 

My fight drained, the will to disobey unspooled into meekness. “Yours,” I breathed, sick to my stomach, wanting to scrub my mouth out. 

He kissed me, so, so softly, smelling like mint and lust—if lust had a smell. “Again.” 

I shook my head, trying to get free. Q’s arms banded tighter, dragging me against his rock hard erection. “Don’t test me. My strength to let you go is almost at breaking point. Push again, and I won’t be able to stop.” 

“Why hesitate? That’s what you mean to do, isn’t it? Ruin me. Keep me captive. A sex slave. Treat me like some animal to use and abuse?” I whispered, but my tone crackled with anger, fierce and bright. 

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to take from you,” he murmured. My heart stopped. His tone hinted his thoughts—remorse. 

“What do you want, then?” I raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

Q paused, a flutter of fingers caressed my arm, imprisoning me, then stopped as if he did so unconsciously. “You know what I want, esclave.” 

My heart hurt. I couldn’t keep up. One moment he touched as if I were an irreplaceable piece of art, the next he held me as if I was a bitch needing a lesson. He shook me, growling in my ear. “I need you to say it again, then you can go.” 

Two options. Two decisions. Neither was easy. Both had consequences. But, for now, I chose the one protecting my virtue for another night. 

I hung my head and murmured, “Yours.”


Awesome, right?  I can't tell you how excited I am for THIS boxed set.  It's just unlike any other!!  But hey, they are also doing a giveaway, so you'd better enter!!


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11 comments:

  1. Awesome giveaway..I've wanted to read these!

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  2. I've read a couple, and I'm just in love with them!! Good luck on the giveaway :)

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  3. Okay, you saying that your in love with them! I so have to read them when I'm done with Kit Rocha's Beyond Temptation, A Beyond Novella #3.5. Thanks Liz!

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  4. What a fabulous compilation of stories by amazing writers! Thank you for hosting the book and the giveaway!

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  5. Gosh, that's an awesome compilation, I'd love to read!! Thanks for the giveaway!!

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  6. Mmmmm.... yummy excerpts!! Sounds like a fun read! Thanks for sharing Liz!

    Naomi @ Nomi’s Paranormal Palace

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  7. Ooo a couple in there I really enjoy and a few on my tbr list. Will have to give this one a go. Can't beat 99cents for all those.

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  8. Heck, I already own several of them and I still bought it cause I'm just chomping at the bit to see the rest. And yeah, the price is definitely right! Thanks for checking it out :)

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  9. Come and join me on the dark side!! LOL I'd love to corrupt you! :) You will love this box set, I'm sure of it!

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  10. Isn't it awesome!?!? I'm so excited about this one :)

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  11. Thanks for stopping by and checking it out! I'm so excited to see everyone is as excited about this one as I am!

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