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.**

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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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K. S. Haigwood and Anne Conley

Do you like big books? Andromeda’s Reign slides in at just under 170,000 words!

Blurb:

The Moonrising story continues…

The Alpha Lion of Las Vegas, Ace Keller, has luck on his side, at the poker table and with the ladies, calling bluffs and breaking hearts whenever the notion strikes him.

After bonding with the Alpha Wolf of Montgomery, Alabama, fate flips Ace’s simple world upside down when he finds himself desiring only one woman in his life — Andromeda. But not only does he want her, he needs her touch in order to live.

The bond forces them to feel each other’s emotions and hear each other’s thoughts, which wouldn’t be a problem except Andromeda is in love with a Master Vampire, and Ace has dark secrets of his own that could put her in danger.

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Title: Midnight Moonrising
Series: Moonrising #1
Author: K.S. Haigwood & Anne Conley
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
 Release Date: July 31, 2015

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Mena wants the Master Vampire of Montgomery, Alabama, but the wolf inside her wants the homicide detective working the case of the man she murdered.

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Excerpt

With everyone thinking I was angry, I was taking a wild guess that it would be at least thirty minutes before anyone realized I was gone. That was a good head start. From the vague vibe I was feeling from Jess and the other traitors, I was looking at covering a distance of about four miles. I ran that nearly every morning, and the time it took to get there would allow my wolf and me time to figure out what we were going to do when we got there.

Cutting the bitch was what my wolf wanted to do, and I couldn’t honestly say that I wasn’t on board with that plan, but I was smart enough to know that I couldn’t take on eight werewolves on my own. I would have to find their hideout and come back with my pack. Bringing Phoenix and his clan to watch my back in case any of my wolves were really on Jessica’s side was a smart thing to do, so I would let them come, too, not that I would really get a choice in the matter; I doubted he would stay behind even if I begged him to.

A loud clatter had my head whipping around to look behind me again. An aluminum trash can lay on its side, its contents spilling into the street. A tabby cat peeked around the edge of the torn trash bag and I exhaled in relief. I was a sad case, indeed. I laughed at myself. I was not used to being the monster.

“I aim to change that, Mena.”

I rolled my eyes at my wolf. “You just be you and let me be me and we’ll get along just fine.”

Soft laughter filled my head and I had to smile. I had to admit that I liked her, regardless of how much trouble she was causing me with Phoenix. At least we had come to a compromise. I didn’t know how well said compromise was going to work out, or even if it would at all, but I was willing to try. Everyone deserved a shot at happiness, even with as insane as our case may be.

As I turned my head back around to continue on my journey, I ran smack-dab into the hard chest of a man. He was in shadow, so I couldn’t see his face. Stumbling back, I attempted to get my balance, but his arms closed tightly around my body, jerking me to him and trapping my arms down at my sides so I couldn’t move.

Struggling against his solid hold on me, I opened my mouth to let out a scream, but he twisted me around and clamped a hand over my mouth so fast that I didn’t know what was happening until I was being pulled backward, away from the security of the streetlights that lined the suburban road.

I raised my knee up then brought my foot down hard on the toe of his shoe. He let out a muffled grunt, but continued to drag me into the shadows.

This had to be one of the werewolves. The strength alone told me that. They had to have been watching my house, just waiting for me to leave. This bastard was going to kill me if I didn’t do something.

My wolf stirred under my skin. She wanted out and it was the first time since I’d been bitten that I agreed with that plan. With only a little more than human strength and quick reflexes, it wasn’t possible for me to handle a grown male werewolf on my own.

My final option, before letting my wolf free, was try to at least injure him. I hoped that would be enough to make him loosen his grip on me enough so I could run. If he gave chase, I would have to concede and let my wolf take over.

Gripping the dagger tighter in my palm, I rotated my wrist and drove the blade into his side as hard as I could. An ear-piercing ululation erupted from his throat and he let go of me. I didn’t wait or look back. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, adrenaline and my wolf giving me the speed and strength to push my muscles past what a human would be able to endure.

“Mena… Mena!” I heard the cry behind me, but my mind wasn’t registering anything except panic and the need to get as far away from my attacker as possible. “Mena—wait! It’s me…” A strangled groan had me slowing. “…it’s… it’s Phoenix. I—I’m so sorry, Mena.”

I froze, not wanting to look back at the man, terrified that what he’d spoken was true. If it was—if I turned and saw those ice-blue eyes staring back at me, it would destroy any trust I had ever had in him.

“Please, Mena, I never meant to hurt you. I was only trying to scare you so you would realize what a stupid stunt going off on your own to find the killers was. What were you thinking?”

The blood rushed through my veins at an impossible speed, and fury washed over me in waves as I stood there trying to decide whether to walk away or allow my wolf to rip Phoenix’s head off. She was all for the second option.

I heard him cough, and then groan in agony. I imagined he was pulling the dagger out of whatever organ I had been lucky enough to hit. There was a lot of heavy, ragged breathing and two more guttural-sounding coughs. It appeared as though I had hit a lung. Too bad it wasn’t his heart! I wasn’t sure stabbing him in the heart with a silver blade would kill him, but I would have put money on a bet that it would have been a hell of a lot more painful.

I turned my head to glare at him, but the hatred I had expected to feel wasn’t there. He had fallen to his knees, and his head was bent, his eyes focused on the bright red stain spreading across his new shirt.

Shaking my head, I looked up to the sky and asked, “Why me?” After receiving no answer, I sighed and began the one-hundred-meter walk back to Phoenix.


K.S. Haigwood

Kristie Haigwood (a.k.a. K.S. Haigwood) is currently writing her 10th novel. She lives in Arkansas, US. She is the mother of 2 awesome kids and 2 great dogs. She is happily married to her soulmate who thinks reading is a solid waste of time. Opposites attract. Kristie’s works include ‘Save My Soul’, ‘Hell’s Gift’, ‘Good Side of Sin’, ‘Eternal Island’, ‘Eternal Immortality’ ‘Eternal Illusion’ ‘Accepting the Moon’ and ‘Midnight Moonrising’. ‘My Sweet Purgatory’ and ‘Andromeda’s Reign are releasing soon.

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ANNE CONLEY

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing three romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

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