Check out this new release by Anne Conley – Master of Love!

Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.


Tiffany Masters is desperate for a fresh start after the loss of her husband. Landing in Mystic, she soon learns the town has as many secrets as she does. The local book club, The Book B!tches, gives her the courage to be herself without worrying about adult things, like bills, parenting, and supper. 

However, her new boss may be more than she can handle.

Nick takes pride in his business. Being the only bar owner in town has its challenges, the biggest being his new employee. Tiffany’s a fireball—sexy as hell, with a temper to match—and off-limits. She’s got kids; he’s been there, done that, didn’t care to get the t-shirt.

When their heated attraction sparks a spat, the sheriff gives them an ultimatum: settle their shit or go to jail. He’s got a crime to solve—a woman’s dead, Wren’s still missing, and there’s another possible victim.

Mystic may have a serial killer on the loose.

**This is not a standalone novel. It is recommended that Power of Love, Book B!tches #1 be read first.**

For a limited time only, all the books in this series are on sale for .99!!!


Every time she got pissed at Nick, she got horny for him, and that made no sense to her whatsoever.

“Bend over my desk.”

Tiffany spun around. “What? Why?” Even though it didn’t matter. She wanted whatever it was he had in mind. But the look on his face gave her pause. Maybe not. He looked really pissed.
Maybe he had the same damn reaction to her?

“I’m not sure, yet, Tiffany. I haven’t exactly decided what I want to do to you.” Nick gripped one hand into a fist and cracked his knuckles, but it wasn’t a move born of aggression. He was getting ready to use his hands, on her, and she was okay with that. His face was full of concentration, and the intensity shining from his gray, bottomless eyes bored straight into her insides and dived down into the depths of her pussy.

She was a mess, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“O-kay …” Tiffany whispered as she turned and did as he asked. A hiss of expelled air was the only discernable reaction.

“Close your eyes,” Nick demanded, and she obeyed without question. “Do you trust me?” His gravelly voice suddenly had an edge of uncertainty to it, much like the smile he’d displayed earlier. It was odd and threw her a little off balance.

But she answered with a firm “Yes.” Because she did. As mad as he made her, she loved the asshole. She could admit it to herself but no one else. She loved Nick Livingstone.

And she was sure he was about to do something to her no man would ever do again. He would touch her in some way that would pale in comparison to everyone else. Even Conrad.

Shit.

A soft cloth fell over her eyes, and Tiffany reached up to touch it. “Nope, baby girl. Keep your hands on the desk.” Tiffany opened her eyes to see Nick’s bandana—the one he kept in his pocket for a handkerchief—over her eyes like a blindfold.

Scenes from her BDSM books flew through her mind, and then it all made sense—Nick’s need for utter compliance and control, his anger when she didn’t do what he thought she should do for her own good, his protectiveness of her—as misguided as it was—his dominance in the bedroom.
Goose bumps broke out on her back.

“Is this a BDSM thing? Are you a Dominant?” Finally. Something was happening Tiffany sort of understood. Lord knows she had read tons of books about this.

A harsh laugh broke from his chest. “Fuck if I know, Tiff. I told you. You do this to me. Make me want to command your pleasure. And punish you when you don’t behave. Is that a Dom?” His fragmented sentences drew off into a rumble, and as he lowered himself over her back, she felt it radiate through her, vibrating her bones with his warmth.

She wanted to scream inside her head, Yes! But Doms care for their subs and fall in love with them. Even as the words formed in her mind, she knew it wouldn’t happen. He may take care of her, but he didn’t really care. He wasn’t in love with her.

But she managed a nod.

“Do you trust me? You still okay with this?”

Tiffany bit her lip, more to keep from screaming the word at him, and he pressed against her tightly until she answered with a whispered “Yes.”

“Good.”

Nick gripped her hips, tugging her this way and that. Tiffany couldn’t decide if he was straightening her, looking at her from different angles, or what. But when he lifted her skirt and let out that hiss again, she didn’t care; as long as this ended up in sex, she was totally cool with whatever he did. Anger and resolutions be damned.

His finger tickled her backside as it traced her thong, slipping underneath it and tugging on it before letting it go with a snap. Her turn to hiss. That stung.

“You don’t even know how sexy you are, do you?” His voice scared her in the most delicious way. It was still a rumble, bordering on a low roar. Like a fucking bear.

SMACK!

“Ow! Son of a bitch! That hurt!” His hands were rubbing the spot he’d just spanked, the fingers rubbing and digging into the flesh. Eventually, the stinging subsided, and Tiffany had to admit it was the shock of the slap that had scared her. Nothing actually hurt.

“Okay?” Nick’s soft voice soothed her and taunted her at the same time.

“Yes.” Tiffany sounded petulant and knew it as soon as the word left her mouth. For some reason, she wanted to apologize for her tone of voice, and wasn’t that just the shit?

SMACK!

Again with the rubbing and soothing, this time on her other ass cheek.

“What exactly am I being punished for?” The bratty tone was gone, and now she hated the fact she sounded so weak. The question came out like she was begging for something.

SMACK!


“You accepted a date with Matt the Douchebag.”

SMACK!

Another slap on her ass, and instead of rubbing it, he slapped the same spot again before soothing it with his massive hand. Her butt was getting warm, and damn if the wetness in her pussy had actually increased.

“You don’t actually like him, you’re just doing it to make me mad.” Another resounding SMACK! 

She pressed back into his hand as he stroked her. “To get back at me for something you still haven’t told me about.”

What the hell? Who knew she liked spankings so much?

SMACK!

Tiffany moaned long and loud that time. She couldn’t stop the sound from coming out of her mouth.

“Seriously?” Nick’s question would have been comical if she wasn’t so turned on. His hands on her stilled and then traced the edge of her thong again before dipping down below, into her drenched folds. “Fuck. Me.”
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A New TMDBook is Finally Here!

WHERE HOPE IS LOST

Charge those Kindles and Nooks – today’s the day, the arrival of the newest Find Me book – are you ready??

Riley has lost her family, for the second time. In the much anticipated fourth installment of the Find Me series, a new battle has begun. As the group struggles with their recent losses and some major life changes, they are reminded that the ghosts of their pasts won’t go away quietly. To live, they will have to fight against fate, and each other, for this is a war from within.

Hope can’t save them all.


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Are you new to this series? If so, try it out now for FREE with ‘I Hope You Find Me‘! Books 2 and 3 are also on sale. Happy Reading!

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Tuesday Teaser – WHIL

Happy Tuesday – here’s a teaser from the upcoming 4th book in the Find Me Series, ‘Where Hope is Lost’:

“Have you slept?” Ashlyn asked.

He didn’t turn to look at her, but shrugged again. “I sleep when I need it.”

“And what, you never need it?”

When he glared over his shoulder, he found her closer to his seat than expected, sipping from one of the mugs. She leaned against the wall, just two feet next to the oversized chair he lounged on. Drake didn’t like her this close, where he could smell the sweet and unidentifiable hint of her perfume. He didn’t like any of them in his space. To say it made him uncomfortable was an understatement.

– © Trish Marie Dawson, Find Me Series Book 4, Coming January 2017


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Book Deals Just In Time For Christmas!

Happy Holidays!

The holidays are fast approaching, can you believe it?! Some people may be busier than usual this time of year, and others may be looking forward to some quality time curled up with their favorite books. Either way, I wanted you to know that for a limited time, the FIND ME Series is on Sale for you and your bookish friends. The first book is free, as usual, and the next two are on sale. Book 4 is releasing soon, so now is the perfect time to stock up for yourself, or an easy way to share the FM series with a friend. Books always make fun gifts!

Be safe this holiday season, take the time to slow down while driving, shopping and visiting, because before you know it, 2017 will be here!

– Trish

 

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Holiday Sale Prices for the FIND ME Series:

I HOPE YOU FIND ME – FREE

LOST and FOUND – $1.99

FINDING HOPE – $1.99


“Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind.”

– Mary Ellen Chase

Check Out the New TMDBooks Cover!

Yay! It’s time to show off FM4 – I do hope you like the new look of the series, and find the 4th book as beautiful as I do! Many thanks to Elizabeth Mackey Graphic Design for her work on the rebrand. Please scroll down to take a peek at the new book and enjoy a snippet. Want to chat without others who love the Find Me series? Join the FB Event party for the cover reveal over HERE and check out the FM4 Giveaway! Happy Monday!


 

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I wanted him to stop talking. To just close his mouth and forget everything he was going to say so I didn’t have to hear the words. He could tuck it away into the back of his mind, I knew he could, because I’d done that with so many things already. But, as if playing a cruel joke on me, he wouldn’t shut up. It’s like he couldn’t.

At one point, I tuned him out, because it began to replay in my mind. I didn’t need his account of my first feverish night in his care, and the sordid tale of my abduction and torture through raging fits of insanity, because I was the one who had lived through the real thing. I was the one who had gone wild. Turned savage, like a caged animal freed after a lifetime of abuse and neglect. I was the one who wandered off into the woods, running away from the ghosts of the dead and the living. Running until I collapsed not far from Jin’s doorstep. He took me in, nursed me back to health, and shared his wisdom, though he didn’t realize it. He’d become a friend.

I felt myself fall backwards, hitting the snow-covered rail with my lower back, and I wondered, for just a moment, if I could fly. Would it be so terrible to die? To let go of the anger, the hate, to accept the pain as it was, a never-ending storm of doubt and grief. I could do it, I thought. To be with my kids again, wherever they were, I could do anything.

But the drawl of Jin’s calming voice pulled me forward, back to the cabin porch we stood shivering on. Back to the frozen pines, and the secrets hidden in the rings of their cores. Away from the jar and its contents. I couldn’t be angry at him, not for repeating my own words, so I did all I could. I let some of it go, some of that grief and pain that so desperately wanted to ruin the good that was left in me. I passed it on to the breeze, and let it drift down the valley with the fading sun. Because I didn’t want to carry it any more.

For the first time since the night he found me in the woods, I let Jin hold me. The two of us couldn’t change what had happened, and we couldn’t prevent the next storm from coming, but our hearts were still beating. We were alive. As we held each other under the first twinkling stars of the early evening, I reminded myself that life hurt because it was worth living; the best things in life were always worth fighting for. Through all the pain and loss, there was also love and friendship. And despite what I’d been through, I still had a family somewhere out there, searching for me. I refused to lose them too.

– © Trish Marie Dawson, Where Hope is Lost, Book 4 of the Find Me Series


 

THE FIND ME SERIES

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