Inked 3: Mountain Men by Kate Hill

Inked 3: Mountain Men

by Kate Hill Cover art: Angela Knight

ISBN: 978-1-60521-485-6

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More

Series: Inked

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
You can be hot for more than one person, but love? I don't think so.
Lydia doesn't believe ménage à trois is possible, but her ideas are challenged when she is magically transported to another world where a gorgeous man emerges from a mountainside and carries her to his cave. They make passionate love, but afterward Lydia discovers they are in danger.
Kaelen and Jay entered a spiritual realm in a state of deep meditation. As the newly elected heads of their magical sect, they must learn to work together or end their joint leadership in a fight to the death. For years Kaelen has hidden his love for Jay by deflecting Jay's empathic powers, but that mistake may cost his life.
Despite his feelings for Kaelen, Jay can't trust him enough to share leadership. He thought their situation couldn't get any more complicated until a woman arrives who is destined to be their mate.
Can Lydia find a way to bring about peace or possibly see both lovers destroyed?
Excerpt:
Inked 3: Mountain Men


Kate Hill

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Without the cover of rock, he was no longer a giant, but still tall -- at least six feet -- and if possible his body was even more beautiful with its glistening, lightly tanned skin. His rain-soaked brown hair clung to his head and he stared at her through gorgeous blue eyes narrowed against the storm.



He approached and she scooted backward. Before she had a chance to climb to her feet, he squatted near her.



"Don't be afraid," he said in a deep yet quiet voice while he quickly examined her knees.



"What... who are you?" she asked.



"Let's get out of this storm." He glanced skyward at the oversized bats. One dipped closer and he swatted it away.



Lydia covered her face, her lip curled in fear. Bats were cool from a distance --little bats -- but bats the size of defensive linemen, up close, freaked her out.



Bewildered by her sudden appearance here, in pain from her scraped knees and frightened of the giant bats, she didn't protest when tall, dark and divine lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the boulder. Now that he'd emerged, she noticed the entrance to a cave.



He carried her inside and placed her on a legless bed covered in red sheets. The inside of this cave took her completely by surprise. Nearby a lantern rested on top of a wooden trunk decorated with carved leaves. Though Spartan, the room was elegant and seemed to fit her rescuer.



"What's your name?" he asked, walking to the trunk and placing the lantern aside. He lifted the heavy wooden lid and removed a thick black towel and a leather bag.



"Lydia," she said, accepting the towel.



While she dried off, she couldn't keep from staring at him. Her body still tingled from his touch and she longed to be snug in his powerful arms again. He knelt in front of her, still dripping rainwater, and opened the leather bag. He removed a bottle of clear liquid and wad of gauze.



While he examined her scraped knees, she continued studying him. Thick lashes lowered over his big blue eyes as he poured antiseptic onto the gauze. His large hand cupped the back of her knee and he cleaned the injuries.



"Thanks," she murmured. Her mouth had gone dry and his touch made her feel weak and giddy.



She stared at the raindrops running down his broad chest. Muscles rippled in his arms as he worked.



"I don't think the cuts are very deep," he said.



"No. I'm okay." At least her knees were. The rest of her was in a state of sexual overload. Everything about him turned her on.



After gently cleaning and bandaging her knees, he rose to discard the bloody gauze and put away his medical kit.



Lydia stared at the sexy curve of his well-rounded ass.



He turned and she handed him the towel, which he scrubbed over his dark hair. Then he dried off his broad chest and well-muscled arms. When he ran the towel over his flat belly, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. His cock stirred and her heartbeat quickened.



She looked up and found him staring at her just as intently. His gaze traveled to the cleft between her breasts in the tight black bikini top.



"Other than the skinned knees, are you all right?" he asked, his voice a sexy purr.



"Yeah," she murmured, forcing herself to stand just to prove that her legs hadn't completely turned to jelly. The attraction between her and this man was irresistible.



Clearing her throat, she asked, "What's your name?"



"All right. I'll play along. I'm Kaelen." He flung the towel aside, stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her waist.



She considered resisting, but why should she? This was her dream, or hallucination or prelude to the afterlife, so why not enjoy it? His hard body felt so good pressed against her. He was warm and had a fresh, masculine scent that made her want to lean even closer, so she did. Raising herself slightly on her toes, she closed her eyes and inhaled along the side of his neck, then she touched her lips to the smooth flesh.



"You're beautiful," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "You're the one all right." While he spoke, he trailed his lips along her shoulder. He caressed her rounded hips and gently slid his hands up to stroke the sides of her breasts.



"Yeah," she breathed, soothed yet aroused by his touch. "I'm the one."



Why not? This was the best damn dream of her life. If this stud said she was the one, she wasn't about to argue. But just her luck she'd wake up before the best part.



He caressed her back then unfastened the clasp of her skimpy top. He slid it down her shoulders and she shrugged it off. Moaning softly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the sensation of his hard chest, lightly dusted with hair, pressing against her breasts.



Still kissing her shoulder and neck, he guided her to the bed. Pressing her onto her back, he covered her mouth in a kiss. It was so gentle at first. His firm, slightly moist lips caressed hers, then the tip of his tongue coaxed her lips apart -- not that it took much persuasion since she desperately wanted to taste him.



Their warm, wet tongues danced together, giving and receiving pleasure. Only in a dream could a first kiss be this perfect. While their tongues explored, their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Kaelen was masculine perfection -- tall and muscular but not overly bulky. He had a fantastic ass -- well rounded and rock-hard. His hair-roughened legs felt so good against her smooth ones.



Kaelen groaned and broke the kiss to whisper breathlessly, "I want you..."


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Inked 2: Cactus Juice by Kate Hill

Inked 2: Cactus Juice

by Kate Hill Cover art: Angela Knight

ISBN: 978-1-60521-484-9

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Inked

Length: Novella

Page Count: 54

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Blurb: 
Stranded on a desert road, Adrian meets a sexy biker who offers him a ride in more ways than one.
On his way to a yearly ritual, Eric didn't expect to find a handsome stranger lost in the Mojave. A night of fantastic sex turns to love, but Eric has a supernatural secret and despite his magical trip to the desert, Adrian refuses to believe in the paranormal.
By the law of the desert spirits, a man who shares his seed with anyone but the brotherhood or his one true love forfeits his extended life. Will Eric's love end his supernatural existence, or will Adrian join him as his eternal mate?

Excerpt:
Inked 2: Cactus Juice
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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The rain-soaked man stood in the doorway of the garage and said the last words Adrian wanted to hear at that moment: "My car broke down about a block away. Think you can take a look at it?"
Adrian had been finishing a brake job on old Miss Simon's jalopy and wanted nothing more than to get out of here for the night. Tomorrow began a weekend he wasn't looking forward to. He knew the garage would be in good hands -- he trusted his employee, Steve -- but he rarely left his business, even for the pleasure of a vacation. This weekend sure wasn't for enjoyment.
He didn't relish the thought of seeing his family again and these circumstances certainly didn't make his homecoming any more pleasant.
"I was about to close," Adrian said.
"At this time of night I didn't think I'd find anyone nearby who could help. If you can't tow my car, can I use your phone to call for road service?"
Grabbing a rag lying on top of his tool box, Adrian studied the man carefully. He was around Adrian's height of six-feet-one-and-a-half-inches and had a powerful build visible beneath his rain-soaked black T-shirt. Tattoos covered his bald head and neck as well as his thick forearms. Though not the sort of man Adrian generally went for, he was attractive in an exotic way.
"It's okay. I'll tow you in and take a look at the car," Adrian said, wiping his hands on the rag then tossing it aside. "My truck is out back. I'll pull it around."
The guy nodded and Adrian tugged his keys from his back pocket and headed outside.
Moments later, Adrian drove his tow truck down the dark suburban street, his tattooed guest in the passenger seat.
"I'm Adrian."
"Damon. I appreciate the help."
"No problem," Adrian said and asked Damon about his car's year, make and model. Hopefully the repairs wouldn't take long or need special order parts, otherwise Steve would have to take care of it tomorrow.
A short time later, they returned to the garage and Adrian inspected under the hood. Damon joined him, placing a hand on the metal. Adrian couldn't help looking at the man's tats. One in particular caught his eye. It was a full color beauty of a bike standing on the roadside in the desert. Several tall cacti stood in the background.
Man, it was strange. Adrian could no longer feel the dampness of the rainy night. Instead the heat and dryness of the desert burned his skin. An outdoorsy scent replaced the smell of grease, gasoline and rubber tires.
A wave of blackness overcame Adrian and he nearly panicked -- something that rarely happened to this former soldier.
"Whoa," he murmured, stumbling and reaching for the car to steady himself, but he felt only empty space around him.
He opened his eyes and his heart skipped a beat.
"No way. This isn't happening," he said, glancing around at the endless stretch of road extending through a vast desert.
This couldn't be real. He must have blacked out -- had a heart attack or something, though he wondered how, considering he was only thirty-six years old and in excellent physical condition. He might be honorably discharged, but he still never missed his daily PT.
The last thing he remembered was checking Damon's engine and admiring the man's tat. One minute he was in his garage and the next --
The sound of an engine roaring in the distance broke his thoughts. Squinting toward the motorcycle racing toward him, he experienced an indescribable sensation. The tattoo had been of a bike in the desert. This was too strange.
Had the tattoo inspired this vision? Yet it didn't feel like a vision, or at least how he imagined one would feel. This situation seemed perfectly real, from the scorching heat to the rumble of the engine to the hardness of the road beneath his booted feet.
By now the bike was near enough for Adrian to see the rider. He looked young, maybe twenty-five. His features would have been boy-next-door adorable, if not for the dark, scruffy beard and the intense look in his wide-set blue eyes. His unbuttoned plaid shirt exposed his smooth, well-muscled chest and sexy six-pack. The rolled-up sleeves revealed sinewy forearms lightly dusted with dark hair. Long, denim-clad legs rested against the sides of the bike, then straightened almost completely as he stopped a short distance from Adrian.
"Hey," the guy said in a deep, pleasant voice. Those gorgeous blue eyes swept Adrian from head to toe. "You okay? Do you need some help?"
Adrian wasn't sure. He felt fine, but his split-second journey from the garage to the desert made him question his health, both mental and physical.
"Are you broken down somewhere? I don't see a car or anything," continued the handsome young man. Fuck, Adrian hadn't seen lips that kissable since... Never. He'd had his share of lovers, but no one had ever turned him on quite like this...
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Inked 1: Rough Waters by Kate Hill

Inked 1: Rough Waters

by Kate Hill Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-483-2

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Vampires

Series: Inked

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

A night of heaven and hell...
One moment Samantha is admiring a tattooed man at the gym and the next she's aboard a private yacht with no idea how she got there.
Faced with two mysterious men -- one she trusts and one she fears -- she experiences mind-blowing sex with a vampire while avoiding death on what turns out to be a brutal party for the criminally insane.
Lured onto his estranged creator's yacht, Geoffrey meets a woman whom he can't resist, but is Samantha part of a scheme to tempt him into indulging in his long-repressed bloodlust?
Excerpt:
Inked 1: Rough Waters
Kate Hill
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The man performing pull-ups caught Samantha's eye not only because he had a body like a heavyweight boxer, but because tattoos covered him from the top of his shaved head to the waist of his black workout pants. The artwork probably extended to his lower body too.
At the gym she normally didn't gawk at other people but focused on her workout, yet this guy commanded attention. On her way to the free weights, she passed him and stared at the broad expanse of his sweat-slicked back. Her gaze focused on the tattoo of a ship at sea. His rippling muscles gave the illusion of waves rippling around the vessel.
Samantha paused, unable to look away from the waves moving up and down.
Up and down.
Up and...
The spray of salt water on her face roused Samantha from her stupor. Her heart pounding, she glanced around. Instead of the familiar sight of weights, treadmills and other gym equipment around her, she saw people -- most in evening wear -- mingling on the deck of a yacht.
Glancing down, she nearly gave a scream of shock to find her workout clothes had been replaced by a low-cut, sleeveless silver gown and matching strappy sandals.
"Are you all right?" asked a slightly raspy but sexy male voice. A hand gently touched her lower back.
"No, I don't know what happened," she said, turning and staring into the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. They gazed at her with concern and underlying strength. He had a chiseled yet masculine face topped with reddish blond hair cropped close to his head. A strange feeling swept her, but she blamed it on the sudden disappearance of the gym.
"What do you mean?" he asked. This time Samantha detected a slight English accent. Tall and lean, he wore snug jeans, and the sleeves of his tan shirt were rolled up, exposing his powerful forearms. The shirt was open almost to his navel, and she tried not to get distracted by the sight of his sculpted chest.
"I don't know how I got here. I was at the gym and... I have no idea where I am." Panic almost overtook her, but the man slid an arm around her and guided her away from the ship's rail.
She probably should have pulled away, but at the moment she needed someone to take control. Truly she had never felt so confused and scared in her life.
"Did you have a lot to drink?" he asked.
"I don't drink."
"Are you here with someone or did John invite you?"
"John?"
"He owns the yacht."
"I don't know any John with a yacht," Samantha said and allowed him to lead her below deck to a room decorated in red and black. People mingled, drinking, dancing and talking. A bar stood at the far corner of the room and to her right people lingered around a buffet table.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Samantha. And you?"
"Geoffrey." He guided her onto a chair and stooped in front of her, gently tilting her head from one side to the other, his blue gaze fixed on her neck.
At that moment she collected herself -- or started to.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Where am I exactly?"
"We're somewhere off the coast of Hawaii. You don't remember anything?"
"Yeah. I told you, I was at the gym and --"
"There's a doctor aboard. I'll get him. Don't move."
He stood and walked away. Despite being dumbfounded, she noticed the curve of his tight ass in the jeans.
What was wrong with her? She had absolutely no recollection of arriving on this ship, of being invited, or of meeting anyone named John.
Moments later, Geoffrey returned with a shorter, dark-haired man dressed in black whom he introduced as Dr. Wayne Butler. He asked her a series of questions, such as her address and the date, which Samantha answered without difficulty.
"I'm not crazy," she said, then her brow furrowed. Or was she? After all, she was here on this yacht but had no idea how she had arrived.
A third man approached, this one tall and pale with steel gray eyes. He wore a black suit and charcoal tie. His short black hair was perfectly styled, despite the cool ocean breeze.
"John, what can you tell us about Samantha?" asked the doctor.
Geoffrey stared hard at their host, whose handsome brow furrowed. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry. I don't believe we've met."
"No. We haven't," Samantha said. She'd have remembered him. He had eyes like the villain in a suspense flick.
"She doesn't remember how she got here," Dr. Butler said. "I suggest letting her rest for a while and turning back to shore. She should be checked out at a hospital."
John smiled. "Of course. Samantha, do you need help back to your room?"
"I don't have a room," she said.
"Don't worry. We'll find you one." John offered her his arm.
"I'll take her," Geoffrey interrupted.
He and John locked gazes, and Samantha had the awful feeling they would come to blows then and there.
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