Author: Tia Louise
Publisher: TLM Productions
Release Date: October 12, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance, Paranormal
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In the ancient cemeteries and forgotten neighborhoods of New Orleans lurks a realm of paranormal activity…
Derek Alexander, former Marine and top investigator in his field, is hunting a killer. Melissa Jones, small-town girl and budding entrepreneur, is running for her life.
When the two intersect at a bar off Bourbon Street, their sexual chemistry is off the charts, and they embark on a weeklong affair.
Derek wants more, but Melissa is hiding a secret that could be the death of them both.
WARNING: Contains vampires, shifters, witches, telepaths, strong language, and lots of HOT paranormal sexytimes. DO NOT READ if you’re easily frightened or easily offended.
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Cover Design by Novak Illustration
Inspired by the cover of One to Hold, designed by MaeIDesign
A standalone paranormal romance, based on One To Hold, Book #1 in the One to Hold series.
The One To Hold series is….
“All kinds of wonderful…”
“Great writing, steamy romance, humor, and a lot of heart.”
–Mia Sheridan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
“Five stars for the entire One To Hold series!!!”
–Aleatha Romig, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
I’m trapped beneath him, tears filling my eyes, uncertain what all of this means or what happens now. He saw what I am, but he didn’t pull away. He held me down, watching me writhe in agony and desire, as if he knew what was coming.
Oh, god. A wave of dread tightens my stomach at the thought. He knew what was coming. He knows what I am.
His head is down on his forearm, but he’s still inside me. I wait until he finally lifts it, again looking straight into my eyes. He’s so beautifully mouth-watering. Sweat mingles with the rain on his cheek, and a little drop runs down into his beard.
Without having to see, I know my eyes darken. A whimper escapes my chest as the irresistible hunger burns in my throat.
His brow lowers. “You want to drink me?”
My eyes squeeze closed as a flood of fresh tears fills them, spilling out of the corners and down my cheeks. I take a shuddering breath, unable to deny the truth.
“Can you control it?” His voice has changed. The anger is replaced by curiosity.
Opening my eyes slowly, I study his expression, still stern, trying to understand. I don’t answer. I only watch him, my hunger aching in my gums.
His steel eyes hold mine with such determination. “Do what you have to do, but only for a moment.”
I’m confused by his permission, but I’m too weak to resist him. His grip on my wrists relaxes, and I slowly lift my hands to his broad, muscled shoulders, holding his eyes with mine as I carefully rise to lick the little bead of sweat off his cheek.
A noise rumbles in his throat, and inside me his erection returns. My breath picks up as the flavor of him spreads through my mouth. Rising higher, I press my nose against his heated skin, inhaling fresh rainwater mixed with his delicious woodsy man-scent.
I’m on fire. My moan is matched by his low growl as I trace my tongue along the line of his jaw to the ridge of muscle in his neck. I’m acting by instinct, grazing my razor-sharp teeth lightly across his skin, touching him gently with my tongue. His hips begin to move, thrusting again, and I feel the muscles in his shoulders tightening as his orgasm builds.
At last I’ve found it—the place from before, the little pin pricks. Like before, it’s so easy, a knife in warm butter. I penetrate him, and the hot, thick warmth of his life spills into my mouth.
Instantly, we’re plunged into that orgasmic plane, tumbling down the rabbit hole, lost in a whirlpool of giving and taking inexorable ecstasy.
“Fuck!” He groans as he comes inside me, pulsing long and hard, over and over.
My eyes are closed, my mouth attached firmly to his skin as I drown in the tsunami of pleasure, life flowing into me from all sides.
It’s harder to stop this time. I want more of him, more and more of this. He seems unable to pull away as well. He’s still in me, throbbing and gripping my hips so hard, I think they’ll break.
I might have kept going. I might have… but a beacon of light cuts through the quick thud of his heart beating strong in his chest.
STOP! The voice I recognize as mine echoes through my transformed state. It reminds me what I want. I want this man to live. I don’t want to drain his life and doom myself to living alone as a monster. I want to live with him in the light.
It takes all the strength I possess to pull out. I break my seal with a moan of regret, licking my lips to be sure none of him is wasted.
Dropping my head back onto the bed, I close my eyes to savor the sensation of him swirling inside me. Derek… so strong… my fighter… my hunter…
Only like before, the strange, foreign element is back. It burns longer this time before ultimately disappearing into my bloodstream.
It’s not him. It’s something else. What have you done, my hunter?
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Derek Alexander is a retired Marine, ex-cop, and the top investigator in his field. Melissa Jones is a small-town girl trying to escape her troubled past.
When the two intersect in a bar in Arizona, their sexual chemistry is off the charts. But what is revealed during their “one week stand” only complicates matters.
Because she’ll do everything in her power to get away from the past, but he’ll do everything he can to hold her.
There’s a new guy in town…
“Patrick Knight, single, retired Guard-turned private investigator. I was a closer. A deal maker. I looked clients in the eye and told them I’d get their shit done. And I did…”
Patrick doesn’t do “nice.”
At least, not anymore.
After his fiancée cheats, he follows up with a one-night stand and a disastrous office hook-up. His business partner (Derek Alexander) sends him to the desert to get his head straight–and clean up the mess.
While there, Patrick meets Elaine, and blistering sparks fly, but she’s not looking for any guy. Or a long-distance relationship.
Patrick’s ready to do anything to keep her, but just when it seems he’s changed her mind, the skeletons from his past life start coming back.
When Sloan Reynolds beats criminal charges, Melissa Jones stops believing her wealthy, connected ex-husband will ever pay for what he did to her. Derek Alexander can’t accept that–a tiny silver scar won’t let him forget, and as a leader in the security business, he is determined to get the man who hurt his fiancée.
Then the body of a former call girl turns up dead. She’s the breakthrough Derek’s been waiting for, the link to Sloan’s sordid past he needs. But as usual, legal paths to justice have been covered up or erased.
Derek’s ready to do whatever it takes to protect his family when his partner Patrick Knight devises a plan that changes everything. It’s a plan that involves coloring outside the lines and taking a walk on the dark side. It goes against everything on which Alexander-Knight, LLC, is based. And it’s a plan Derek’s more than ready to follow.
Tattoos, bad boys, love…
Boxing, fame, fortune…
It’s the one thing Kenny and Slayde have in common. Until the night Fate throws them together and everything changes.
Their chemistry is undeniable, their love blazing hot, but is history destined to repeat itself?
It’s a story about fighting. It’s about falling in love. It’s about losing everything only to find it again in the least likely place. And it’s about the one hit you never see coming.
Some demons can’t be shaken off.
Some wounds won’t heal.
Until a pair of hazel eyes knocks you on your ass, and you realize it’s time to stop running.
“I lost myself in the darkness of trying to protect you…”
Some threats take away everything.
Family won’t let you go down without a fight.The Secret isn’t as secure as Derek’s team originally thought it was, and a person on the inside of Alexander-Knight is set on exposing him, breaking him, and taking away all he holds dear.Refusing to let anyone suffer for his crimes, Derek takes matters into his own hands. He’s exposed, he’s defenseless, but his friends are determined to save him.
Just in from Paris…
Just in from Chicago…
Neither Marcus Merritt nor Amy Knight are up for a wedding, especially when it drags one of them back home to old memories and the other to a life left far behind.
A random hook-up seems like a good distraction—it is a wedding after all. Isn’t everyone supposed to hook up?
The latest Merritt-Knight pairing starts off with a bang, but neither party knows where this random is going to lead.
Due to strong language and sexual content, “Runaway” is intended for readers 18 and older only.
Secrets and lies…
Welcome to the North Side.
Marcus Merritt doesn’t chase women. He doesn’t have to. But when the spirited and sexy blonde who left him wanting more shows up in his office looking for work, little things like the rules seem ready to be rewritten.
Amy Knight is smart, ambitious, and back home in Chicago to care for her mother. A courtesy meeting with one of the top lawyers in the city should be a boost to her career…
Until the polished green-eyed player turns out to be the same irresistible “random” she hooked up with at a friend’s wedding in Wilmington. Bonus: He’s the brother of her older brother’s new wife. What the hell?!
Who’s chasing whom? It all depends on the day. Or the night.