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Honor Me, Men of Inked Book 6, by Chelle Bliss

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I had everything I ever wanted—a wife, a kid, with two more on the way. I was living the American dream. After the babies were born, we hit a rough patch. I did everything to prove my love, to show Suzy that nothing was more important than her. After some work and a lot of time, we found our groove again. Just when life had evened out, a familiar enemy came back to haunt us. It wasn’t my past that followed us, but my brother’s. When the danger gets too close, I’ll do anything to defend my family. There’s nothing more important than the people I love, and I’ll protect what’s mine—even if it costs me my life.

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Suzy glared at me. "What's this we shit? I'm the one with two aliens inside of me, trying to claw their way out of my body. I'm the only one pushing them out of my tiny vagina. Not you. Not her. Me!" She waved her hands frantically in the air. "I'm the one doing everything while you sit there calm, sexy, and without your body splitting in two. I'm going to be the one tearing wide open as I push two humans and their giant Gallo heads out of my body." She collapsed, gasping for air, and closed her eyes. I bit my lip. Pregnant Suzy was unpredictable, but in-labor Suzy was just downright scary. "I know, sugar. You're doing all the hard work. I'm just here to cheer you on and support you." Her nostrils flared and her eyes grew wide when she glanced up. "Support me? If you want to support me, you'll never knock me up again. You want to cheer me on?" She rolled her eyes and made a noise low in her throat. "Stop fucking talking." I braced myself, waiting for her head to do a 360. I brought my mouth right next to her ear. "My sweet little wife, you beg for my cock every day. It takes two to tango, sweetheart. I didn't put you in that bed." I lowered my voice further, whispering, "Your sweet little cunt did." She closed her eyes again and moaned. "You're just too damn good. I can't keep my hands to myself. It's still your fault, my dear husband." I couldn't hold it in any longer. I burst into laughter. "Now, I fuck you too good?" "Yes!" she screeched, pounding her fist on the crappy, plastic hospital bed. "If you weren't so good at it, I wouldn't be lying here right now." Just as I was about to reply, the nurse walked in. "I hear someone is ready to push." Her voice was so chipper, kind of like my wife's used to sound like before pregnancy. "Are we excited?" she asked, moving a tray of instruments next to the foot of the bed. "I just want this over. I'm so freaking uncomfortable." "That makes two of us," I muttered and nodded at the nurse with a fake smile on my face before leaning over and kissing Suzy's forehead. "Ready, sugar?"

About the Author

Chelle Bliss, USA Today Bestselling author, currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. Currently she's written a dozen books in three different series. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and hamster.

Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in history. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else.

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The Acquisition has ruled my life, ruled my every waking moment since Sinclair Vinemont first showed up at my house offering an infernal bargain to save my father’s life. Now I know the stakes. The charade is at an end, and Sinclair has far more to lose than I ever did. But this knowledge hasn’t strengthened me. Instead, each revelation breaks me down until nothing is left but my fight and my rage. As I struggle to survive, only one question remains. How far will I go to save those I love and burn the Acquisition to the ground?

When I relaxed back onto the bed, he crawled on top of me and ran his fingers around my lips. I sucked them, licking myself off him before he kissed me and shared the taste. He rested his weight on his elbows, careful not to crush me. I didn’t want careful or tentative. I wanted Sin.

“Fuck me.” I yanked on his hair for good measure as he kissed to my neck.

“Stella, I’m warning you.”

I pulled harder until he met my eyes. “Don’t warn me. Fuck me.”

He tangled a hand in my hair and pulled until I had to arch my back. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

He ran his lips down my throat and bit. “This?”

“Yes.”

He thrust his hips against me. “This?”

“Yes, please.”

He stood and removed his belt, tossing it on the bed next to me. Then he freed his cock and crawled back on top of me. When his tip hit my clit, I moaned and tried to kiss him. He pulled away and grabbed his belt.

“Hands together, over your head.”

I arched an eyebrow. “No.”

“Stella.” His voice was gravel as he rested his weight on me and wrenched my hands above my head. He looped the belt around my wrist and pulled tight, then kept the slack in his hand. He kissed me hard, the way I remembered—the way I wanted.

I spread my legs as wide as possible, and he slid his tip down to my entrance.

He blinked and hesitated. “Am I hurting you?”

“Not enough,” I breathed.

“Fuck, you were made for me.”    

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Blurb: Tyler Westbrook, better known as Johnny Depth, is taking the adult film industry by storm. With his playboy looks, it’s no surprise a few coworkers have attempted to take things off set and into the bedroom, but Tyler refuses to blur the lines between work and play…until the new assistant to the director walks in. Jemma Morgan was recently fired from a lead role on a kid’s TV show that was supposed to be her big break. Unable to get another acting gig, she's accepted a job in an industry she never expected to be a part of. Although she anticipates being shocked her first few days on set, nothing could prepare her for the moment she's asked to hold the reflector as her ex-boyfriend plows through a woman like a Kansas cornfield. In a world of butt-plugs, lube, and fake moans, is there a place for a second chance? Exes and some serious ohs…the term ex-rated just took on a whole new meaning.

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Hudson Matthews, the godfather of porn, has his face eyelevel with my cock—so close I can feel his warm breath blowing across the tip of my dick. My pulse is banging in my ears. I’m sweating bullets. What the fuck am I doing here? I wasn’t exactly searching the classifieds for a job in the adult entertainment industry. Shit just kind of happened. I work at Dancing Dicks, an all-male strip club. You meet a lot of women at a club like that—you can fuck a lot of women at a club like that, and I may have accidentally screwed one of the girls that work here. I had no idea she was a porn star—not that it would have mattered much, but she mentioned how much she made and dropped my name to Hudson, which is how I ended up on this…whatever this is—interview, cock inspection… His gaze narrows as he nods his head. "Okay. Good size. Good girth. You got a good looking dick, man." "Uh..." What the fuck do I say to that? "Thanks…" "I think you'll do just fine in this industry." He walks back to his desk and sits down, the chair creaking under his weight. "But...” I shake my head, “No guys. Ever. That's a deal, right?" "Sure. No guys. I'll have Amanda type that up in your contract if we sign you." I start to pull my jeans back up— "One more thing," he says. "Go ahead and beat one out, would you? Need to see if you're a dribbler or a shooter. That's gonna be one of two clinchers on whether you get the job." I stand, holding the waist of my jeans and staring at him silently. "Like," I shrug, "right now? Just jerk off—right here—in your office?" "Yeah." His face remains expressionless. "You signed the waiver. My dick's not out. Not like I'm gonna rub one off. It's just part of it, and if you can't handle busting a nut in my office, well, then how the hell are you gonna bust one in front of an entire crew?" He shuffles the papers on his desk. "I mean, you're a good looking guy." His eyes drag over my body, and it makes my dick lose a good inch, "And a good looking guy with a cock like that—" He points at my crotch. "Well, they're hard to come by. You could be the next big thing, so just get on with it." He pushes the piece of paper toward me, and I stare at the figure he wrote down earlier. Shit, that's a lot of money to let someone tape you fucking other people. This is not amateur, middle of the road porn. This is the fucking holy grail of the porn world. This man is porn himself. Walking, loaded porn. He grabs the remote from the desk and turns on the TV hung on the far wall. The sound of fake, breathy moans immediately fills the room and my attention swings to the screen. Two girls are going at it. I swallow. Never would I have thought I would find myself in a man's office, beating one out to two chicks fucking each other on an 80-inch plasma screen. But for the kind of money written on that piece of paper, well, you do a lot of shit you never thought you would. I mean, being a porn star...how bad can it be? It's not like my family’s going to fess up if they stumble across one of my films. Taking a shallow breath, I fist my cock, focusing on the TV and the amount of money on that piece of paper. "I mean..." I stop jerking myself but don't look over at him because that would just be too fucking weird. "Where do you want me to shoot my load?" "I don't care just as long as it's not on the chair, that shit stains." There’s a first time for everything in life, but never did I imagine Hudson Matthews would one day ask me to beat off in his office and then pull out a measuring tape to see what kind of distance my ejaculation has.

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Stevie J. Cole is a secret rock star. Sex, drugs and, oh wait, no, just sex. She’s a whore for a British accent and has an unhealthy obsession with Russell Brand. She and LP Lovell plan to elope in Vegas and breed the world’s most epic child.

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One epic love. Two wounded souls. Three impossible words. Ripped away from each other by circumstances beyond their control. Reunited in a place they never expected. Separated but never quite apart. “You’re still the only woman I see. The only woman I need. I know you’re in there somewhere, sweet Caroline. We’re going to find you and we’re going to help you, until you come home to me where you belong. Then we’re going to finish what we started. Together.” Her confidence shattered, Caroline finally starts to deal with what happened at The Fed. Jack is determined to convince her that she’s more than she thinks she is. That she wasn’t destroyed by her experiences. That their relationship is worth the fight. But will he give up before it’s too late? Phoenix is the fourth installment in The Bellator Saga. It should be read after the first three novels in the series.

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