Called has landed on Audio + a Giveaway!

HOORAY!!!!

After years of hoping, Called has FINALLY arrived in a audio format!
If ever you’ve wanted to journey along in Jem and Sean’s tale, and love a good audiobook, Now is the time to venture into the Holloway Pack.
The narrator has worked SO hard on this, and done such a great book, I can’t WAIT for you all to enjoy this with me.
And just like the new print and ebook covers, the audio cover looks just as cool. Check it out:
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If you’re an Audible member and have credit, you can grab yourself a copy at the below links:

But don’t go away yet …

Because I’m running a giveaway to WIN an Audible copy of CALLED.
All’s you gotta do is enter via the Rafflecopter below.

Good luck!

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A new MC Romance by Lynn Burke

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Jonny

Fallen Gliders 5

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Release Date: January 30, 2019

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Jonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run. Even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass.

The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Glider’s protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him.

Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan costs him his club, his brothers, and his freedom.

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ADULT EXCERPT:

She sat on the edge of the bed, my white t-shirt hiding her perfect tits, her blonde hair a rumpled mess. Lips still swollen. Shoulders relaxed, and makeup smeared around her bright eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” I muttered, fisting my cock.

She glanced down at the movement beneath the comforter, her cheeks tinging pink and nipples pebbling beneath my shirt. “Want some coffee?” she asked, her voice more breathless than a few seconds earlier.

I pushed the blankets down over my body, thrusting into my hand while baring my cock. “I’d rather have you ride me.”

She swallowed, her gaze flitting to my face as the pulse leapt in her neck.

“But coffee’s good,” I said when she didn’t speak or make a move.

“You held back last night.”

I nodded, still lazily stroking my cock.

Alexa licked her lower lip, glancing once more at my dick. “Do you … like to hurt women in a sexual way?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“Only if they want me to.”

“Spanking?”

I bit back my groan at the memory of her plump ass. “Yes.”

“Pulling hair? Biting?” She met my gaze once more, her eyes flitting from one of mine to the other as though hoping to read the truth of my answer.

“Yes, and yes,” I said, my hand stilling. “But not without consent or safewords,”

She nodded and climbed atop me, lifting my shirt so her bare pussy rested against the top of my hand and my cock.

“Christ.” I breathed out the word and released my hold on myself to grasp her bare hips lightly beneath the shirt.

She ground her pussy against my aching length, slickening me with her arousal. “I-I’d like to try all that with you,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, “but right now, I just want you to fuck me.”

So more than just one night. Fuck, yes. “Condom?”

“I want you bare—if that’s okay?”

“I fucking hate rubbers,” I muttered, my dick jumping at the thought of feeling her pussy against my skin. “Birth control?”

She nodded and shifted her hips, notching me against her opening. “Clean, too.”

“So am I.”

I flexed as she moved back, and we came together in one rocking motion.

“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, the wetness of her heat clasping me. “Never gone without before,” I said between my teeth, fighting to keep from digging my fingers into her hips and taking what I wanted.

Alexa slid forward along my length and sank back down, her lower lip between her teeth.

“Take off the t-shirt,” I said. “Touch those beautiful tits for me.”

Red infused her cheeks, but she did as told, her small hands lifting the heaviness of her breasts.

With a heave of breath, I sat up and latched onto the pebbled nipple of one she held, breathing in her sweet, peach scent, the desire to bite rather than lick racing through my blood.

Her breath caught as she lifted and lowered over my cock, her wetness leaking down over my balls, pussy clenching with every gentle scrape of my teeth over her hardened nub.

“Harder,” she whispered, and I thrust up into her as she sank onto my shaft again. I went for a small nibble, and she moaned, her back arching, pressing her tit into my face. “Yes…”

Her whispered word fucking thrilled me, and I nibbled again, thrusting up into her as her pussy clamped down on me.

“Oh, God.” She whimpered and gasped while moving against me, her body a fucking vision of motion, swaying and grinding.

I slid a hand around her backside, my fingertips trailing up and down her ass crack while she moved on me. As she lifted, I gathered moisture off my dick and slid a fingertip over her asshole as she fucked down onto me again.

Her breath caught, and she stayed impaled, circling her hips in time with my finger rimming her ass. I released my mouth from her breast with a pop. “Like that?” I asked, pressing lightly.

She whimpered and nodded, eyes clenched shut, pulse thrumming in her neck as she ground against me.

I thrust with my hips and slid my finger past her ring of muscle.

“God.” Her breath left in a rush, and she tipped her head back, her neck an offering I couldn’t pass up.

I latched onto the softness of her skin at the base of her neck, and she began to rock on my lap. “More,” she whispered, her hands grabbing hold of my head to keep me close.

Teeth, or finger in her ass, I wasn’t sure which she meant, so I went with both, nipping her flesh with my teeth in open mouth kisses and finger sliding in and out of her tight hole while she rode me.

“God, yes.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “Fuck, yes.” Her pussy spasmed. “Jonny!” She cried out my name a second time as her inner walls clamped down on my thrusting cock, and I captured her mouth, swallowing every whimper and moan of her climax while shooting my cum deep inside her.

Nothing fucking compared to erupting in a woman’s body without the strangling hold of a damn condom. Nothing. Fucking perfection, and I wasn’t about to give up what I’d just found—fuck the Demons, and fuck her ex. I just needed to show her I could be the man for her.

© Lynn Burke 2018

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

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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.

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Best Reads of 2018 and A Happy New Year!

2018 has been a bit of an odd year for me. Mostly because health issues meant I achieved so little. One thing I did manage to do, though, was READ! So much so, I surpassed my reading challenge and almost doubled my intake against my goal.

How was your reading this year? Remember, it’s okay to not hit your reading goals, because, well … life, right? It happens.

Anyhoo, I thought I’d take a few moments to share my most remembered, or favourite reads of the year we’re leaving, just in case any of you guys wanted to check them out.

So, in no particular order:

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You can check any of these out, or add them to your Goodreads list, by clicking on the cover image.
And you can check out the whole of my 2018 reading spurge HERE!

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Feel free to share your favourite reads of 2018 – I love hearing about new authors and books to check out.

And in the meantime …

Read an Excerpt of Sex Therapy

Yup, yup, today I’ll be sharing a little of Sex Therapy with y’all, and because this is my regular ole blog, I figured it best to keep it clean, sooooo …

I picked out the first 500 words. To introduce you to Chase Walker. To show you the inside of his clinic. And to hopefully leave you intrigued and wanting to read more.

Here you go:

Letting his body sink back in his chair, Chase Walker took a moment’s rest. When he’d first set himself up as a therapist almost three years earlier, he’d no idea how quickly the idea would take off. No fucking idea how many would flock to him for his kind of advice and assistance. He could’ve suggested splurging on a penthouse office on the outskirts of the busiest city in the UK had helped boost his numbers, but his clients travelled however far they needed to for his services, and he knew damned well that his practice’s top-level discretion took the trophy for that.

He slid out a drawer on his walnut desk and withdrew a bottle of water. While he’d have loved a stiff drink before his next clients arrived, he doubted they’d appreciate the smell of whiskey on his breath. The liquid glugged when he tipped the bottle back and took a swallow before recapping the drink. Tapping the plastic against his knee, he let his head sink back, closed his eyes, took deep breaths. His usual routine for preparing for an appointment such as the one he suspected was on its way.

Each inhalation sucked in rich woody perfumes and expensive polish—scents that spoke of money. And so they should. Behind him, the room-wide windows graced the eyes with an almost bird’s-eye view of the Thames, and around him, teak panelled the entire bottom third of the walls and boarded the floor. Even the elegant chaise that passed as a visitor seat had cost a pretty penny from a dealer he’d once been hired by.

The intercom buzzed on his desk, and he lifted his lids, revealing all of his well-earned belongings. After tucking the water back inside his desk, he pressed a small camouflaged button and answered, “Yes?”

“Your four o’clock is ready for you, Mr Walker.”

“Thank you, Samantha.”

Clicking off the connection, he pushed up from his chair, brushing his hands over the front of his crisp trousers as he straightened his legs. Those had cost a bomb, too, but at least the fabric caressed his thighs and hugged him everywhere it should. After checking his shirt front for blotches and straightening his tie, he strode for the door.

Opening it exposed the reception area. The highly-polished desk on the left looked like a piece of art, with the way it curled around the two women sat behind it. They both glanced up, as he stepped out, their lips curved into smiles that spoke of contentment in their work, while their perfectly-plucked eyebrows arched in a knowing expression. They may have reacted the same at his appearance, but in looks, Samantha was day to Raelyn’s night. The innocent persona of blonde hair and blues beside the wickedness of raven darkness surrounding hazelnut eyes that Raelyn often lowlighted with smoky grey kohl.

At the slight lift of Sam’s chin, he followed her gaze to the seating on the opposite side of the room, where a middle-aged couple sat side by side in nothing but the clinic-provided robes and terry-cloth slippers.

“Mr and Mrs Miller—would you like to come through?”

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Happy Book Birthday to PARANORMAL ATTRACTIONS

The day has arrived for the PARANORMAL ATTRACTIONS box set to release!

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