Finally, I have something to share!

Coming VERY soon … meet Benjamin Gold in HER MANE ESCORT



From a charity auction, to a stroll in the park, to the craziest night of her life.

Nicole Harrington can’t help but wonder how a simple event went so drastically wrong. Of course, the male escort she booked is wholly to blame.

Not only charming but shrewdly intelligent, Benjamin Gold drags Nicole into a platoon of unimaginable problems-ones from which she’ll have to find the courage just to survive.

**Previously published as Escort Into Insanity in the Make Believe anthology**

I am SO excited!


Check Out #DIGGER by Lynn Burke

Fallen Gliders #3
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Artwork: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Heat Level: 4
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, double penetration, bondage

Digger is one badass bastard hell-bent on protecting his Fallen brothers–no matter the cost. He’s also ugly as shit, scarred for life by one of the men who gang-raped his mother. Born of violence and only wanted by women for his massive cock, he lives an unfulfilled life while secretly yearning for more.

Maci Irving is his opposite, a kind-hearted soul who wants to care for everyone she meets. She’s also one of his brother’s flavors of the month. Fuck the world, and fuck the dark sedan tailing him everywhere he goes—once he claims a taste of her he’ll do everything he can to keep her.
With his heart in her hands, can he convince Maci to stay with him and become his old lady, or will his violent lifestyle and its consequences end up to be more than she can bear?
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“Capone said you could make me forget my own name,” she whispered while running her hands up over my chest.
My pecs flexed on their own beneath her firm touch. “Is that what you want?”
Lower lip sucking between her teeth, she nodded. Wetness coated her eyes, and fuck the goddamn ache that knifed through my chest. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pressing closer so her pussy rested against my straining cock.
Fuck, did she tempt me like no other woman I’d gotten my hands on. What she needed was rest, strong arms to hold her close as she slept.
I slipped my hand up over the back of her tight t-shirt, beneath her silken hair to hold her nape. “If you want to stop, just say so, and you have my word that we will.”
She leaned in and kissed me.
Mind fucking blown.
Soft and pliant, sweet yet minty … goddamn did I fall under the beautiful witch’s spell. Rather than take control and plunder the ever-loving shit out of her mouth, I held back, tracing my tongue along her lips rather than fucking her mouth. She opened to me with a sigh, and I gently threaded my fingers through her hair, angling her head.
My arm banded around her back, tugging her closer until her pert tits pressed against me. Slow rolls of my hips against her pussy tightened my balls and made her whimper against my lips.
Two pairs of fucking jeans in our way … and my brother I’d forgotten about.
I tore my mouth from Maci’s. Eyes hazed over, she stared at me, swollen lips parted.
Capone sat back in my chair, legs spread, hand sliding over his bulge, a smirk on his face. Fucker loved to watch almost as much as he loved to get his dick wet.
I massaged the back of Maci’s head and wiped the moisture off her lower lip with my thumb, torn over doing the right thing by taking a rain check until she was in a better frame of mind.
She flicked her tongue out, and I slid my thumb into her mouth without thought.
Goddamn. I groaned as she swirled her tongue and sucked. My cock jerked, and she ground her pussy against me. “Christ, woman.” Swallowing back another groan, I grabbed her ass in my palms and stood. Fuck it. I’d give her exactly what she wanted and then some. I just had to trust she’d stop us if it was too much.
Maci wrapped her legs around me as though they belonged there.
I nodded toward the hallway, and Capone hopped out of his chair to lead the way. He dimmed the lights as I knelt on the bed, sliding Maci to the center. She clung to me, but I pulled back onto my haunches.
Pale hair spread over my pillows, pulse in her neck fluttering, eyes wide and filled with need. The desire to see her like that every day of my fucking life welled over me like a nine-foot wave.
Should have freaked me the fuck out. Shouldn’t have enjoyed the satisfaction sizzling through my blood. Mentally, I pulled back, telling myself to keep my suspicions in place. Keep myself safe from rejection.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I said, running my fingers up her thighs, over her hip bones, under her shirt. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, tight buds calling out for attention. I palmed her tits beneath her shirt, and she arched into my touch, lower lip once more between her teeth.
“You like my hands on you.”
“God, yes.” She gasped as I rolled both nipples between my fingers.
“Capone?” I scooted back and flicked the button on her jeans as my brother climbed onto the bed and took over where I’d left off with her tits.
Maci gasped as he closed his mouth over her nipple, t-shirt and all, grasping the back of his head to hold him close.
 A muscle in my jaw flinched to see his mouth on her, but our time together was for her pleasure, fulfilling one of her fantasies—not getting my balls twisted with jealousy.
She doesn’t belong to you, I told myself while sliding down her zipper.
Yet, another voice whispered in my head, clenching my jaw.
© Lynn Burke 2018
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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.


An update on me

I have some news, guys, and those of you who have followed along in the Holloway Pack are not going to like me for it.

The first post here for 2018 should have come in early January. That was what I had planned – to pop in and let you know about all the projects I’m working on for the year, and what I hope to achieve, what you–as the reader–can expect.

And then I got ill.

At the very end of December, I fell ill with a really bad batch of the flu that was doing the rounds, and it wiped me out – for realz. By New Year, the virus had caused me to be dehydrated, it had obliterated my potassium levels, stolen my strength and my ability to function (probably due to the intense fatigue it caused), I’d lost almost a stone in weight because I felt too nauseous to eat more than a few bites a day. So much so that, on January 2nd, I had a seizure. I’m 45 years old, and it was the first I’d ever had. I was taken to A&E (ER to the US folks), where I had another seizure, and they kept me in for a few days, did blood tests, X-Rays, a lumbar puncture, etc — all of which came back okay — before sending me home to recover whilst I waited for an MRI appointment, and appointment with a neurologist.

I had my MRI but don’t yet have the results. I have a month to wait until I can see the neurologist. And on top of that, the messing about of meds the docs have done because of me getting sick has caused other problems for me that I need to make a priority. I can’t blooming concentrate anyway, not knowing what’s going on. Because I still don’t feel okay, almost 5 weeks after I fitted. I’m still exhausted to the point of poor functionality – even with Mr B cooking for me almost every night and seeing to around 90% of the housework. And right now, I honestly can’t put so much as a guesstimate on when I will feel relatively normal again.

To begin with, I just announced to my street team that I would be taking January off, hoping I’d be back in a familiar land by Feb, but I’m not. I hate it, but I’m just not.

So, because I need to put my health first right now, I’m laying down my writing tools indefinitely. Sorry, guys, but I just don’t need the pressure of writing, of giving myself a deadline to get back to it, added to everything else going on.

Apologies to those of you very patiently waiting on Josh’s book. I’m gutted. I truly am. Who knows, maybe I’ll feel right again sooner than I imagine, and he’ll be with you soon.

But until or if that happens, please don’t hate me. ♥

My Top Reads of 2017


This fabulous year is coming to a close, and a big part of why it’s been fabulous is the books I have read and loved this year.

The Goodreads reading goal I set myself was 40 books, but the books I’ve read this year are so fabulous, I’ve more than doubled that.

So I figured I would share those gorgeous morsels of imagination with you all, so you, too, can check them out.

In no particular order, here are my fave moments from 2017:



I loved everything about this book. From the cool kids who led the way, to their friendship and unquestioned support for one another. Read it. Love it.




I make no secret of my love for Brigid Kemmerer’s writing. I loved every one of her Elemental books, and I’ve gone on to love her more contemporary writings. So far, Mrs K can do no wrong. If you love tortured teens who find the light in the darkest spots of their lives, you should deffo give this book a go.




I don’t even know where to start with my love of this book. The narrative voice. The secrets and mystery. The heartache on understanding what, exactly, you’ve just been reading. Just buy it yourself. Read it yourself. That’s all I need to say.




I love a good mystery/thriller, and I Am Watching You certainly delivers on that. I was new to Teresa Driscoll’s writing, and as soon as I’d finished reading this one, I went looking for more. Deffo worth checking out if you love this genre.




Some readers might complain that the MC of this one can be pretty negative, but considering her circumstances, I reckon, personally, that the woman can be forgiven. Life and … is about dealing with the shit hands life can sometimes throw at us, living life in the moment and to the fullest we can, the importance of family, and how love and how it’s portrayed or received doesn’t always have to be conventional. I really enjoyed it. A great way to while away the hours.




I’m not going to lie to you, The Light of The Fireflies is pretty F’d up. But in an oh, so intriguing way that forces you to keep reading because surely what is actually happening can’t possibly be as bad as what you’re being led to believe is happening. This one is written in a way that slowly unfolds all the layers of the story exactly as and when you need and keeps you guessing until your own light begins to come on.




You guys, I LOVED Me Before You by Jojo Moyes, and You, Me, Everything is RIGHT UP THERE on par with that. I loved this so, so much. It’s everything I love to see in a book. The characters are everything I love to fall in love with. It’s not out just yet, but I can’t wait for others to read this, and I can’t wait to see what else by Catherine Isaac I can devour.




Before October I’d never even paid the slightest bit of attention to Cat Clarke. It was only when I headed on a mission to clean out my Kindle of all the unread books, eliminating those I’d tried and failed to read so I had only ones to read left on there, that I discovered I’d had Entangled by Cat Clarke for a few years and never read it. So I decided to give it a go, and liked the voice so much, I immediately went out and bought more. The Lost & The Found is definitely my favourite of hers so far – probably because of the mystery and intrigue. If you like easy-to-read young voices in your books, then you should probably give this author a go.




Another genre I love a lot is dystopian/PA, and this latest by Keri Lake ranks right up there with the good ones. I was fortunate enough to be the first person to read this when Keri finished her early drafts, and it was fantastic watching it grow into its published form. I mean, just look at that gorgeous cover! Love dystopian or post apocalyptic? Then, you should give this one a go.




Yes, yes, I know I already a BK book in my list, but I recently got granted an early copy of the follow up book to Letters to the Lost and DEVOURED it! I love this book. I love Rev – he’s one of my favourite teen leads in a book IN A LONG TIME! If you haven’t read Brigid Kemmerer yet, why not? Like, seriously, why? In the words of Arnie: Do it! Do it now!



And that’s it. My top reads of 2017.

I guess all that’s left to say is ….


What are YOUR favourite reads of the year?

Second Go-Round by @AuthorLynnBurke

Second Go-Round
Elite Escorts #2
Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense


Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.


Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.


With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.


*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys



Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.
“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.
I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.
“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.” 
“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.
“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.
“Comfy enough.”
Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.
“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.
My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.
My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.
“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.
He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.
My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”
Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”
“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me. 
Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears. 
I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
Elite Escorts Series
First Time – Coming Jan 2018
Zero Tolerance – Coming Jan 2018 
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About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.