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{Release Blitz} Blacksmith

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Blacksmith by Jenika Snow
A Real Man #10

Synopsis

Steel isn’t the only thing that’s hard.

Maddie

Deacon was older than me, but I wanted him regardless. He had this raw edge to him, this primal aura surrounding him that made me feel wholly feminine. He was the epitome of a man…a real man. Even his profession was masculine: a blacksmith. I had no doubt he knew how to work his hands over a woman, how to use them to make her feel the soft and hard sides of him.

What I wanted was for him to be my first…my only.

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Deacon

She thought I didn’t see her watching me, that I didn’t know she wanted me.

I knew, and I wanted her with a fierceness that rivaled anything else.

What Maddie didn’t know was I’d already claimed her. There was no other woman for me but her. I was a possessive bastard, territorial when it came to her. The time had finally come to make her mine. I’d show her how primal I really was, how rough I liked it, how much I wanted to make her scream my name. I’d show her how a man took care of his woman in all the ways that counted.

She’d be mine. Only mine.

Warning: You like your heroes with a touch of caveman? Look no further because Deacon has it going on. He’s all man, and then some. Hold on tight because this story packs a punch, being unbelievable in the best of ways and having instal-everything.

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Excerpt

Maddie

I had a death grip on my bag, my palms hurting from how strongly I was holding on to the damn strap. But God, I didn’t care. The sight before me had everything else dimming in comparison.

Deacon McKnight.

The only reason I knew his name was because I was nosy as hell, asking about him, my fascination like an obsession. We’d never spoken, and to my knowledge he’d never even noticed me.

But I sure as hell have noticed him.

If ever there was a person who could be the poster boy for what a real man looked like, Deacon would be front and center.

The bay doors to his shop were open, and although it wasn’t hot out, I could see sweat covering his hard, muscular form. I swallowed. If anyone were to see me gawking at Deacon, they’d think I had some issues. I didn’t give one shit. Walking by his shop every day on my way to the community college I attended was the highlight of my damn day. The only downside was when I finally pulled myself away from the perfect male specimen that he was, I was breathless, wet, needy, and wishing I had someone to relieve the pent-up arousal that burned in me.

I want Deacon to be that someone. I want him to show me with those big, strong hands, the ones stained from his work, exactly how he likes it.

And I bet he liked it rough, bet he could really dominate and control a situation, have a woman begging for more.

I might be a virgin, might not be experienced in anything more than a hand job and some oral, but God, I wanted to learn a hell of a lot from Deacon. I wanted him to show me how a real man handled a woman.

And no doubt he could.

About the author

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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{Blog Tour} Feral

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Feral by Jenika Snow
A real man #7

Synopsis

She’s about to find out exactly how much he wants her…

LEXI

I’ve been fascinated with him for years.

He’s wild and lives alone, and everyone has been smart enough to keep their distance.

Except me, that is.

Until now.

I see something in him that I see in myself, and I want to explore that. He’s untamed and raw, and maybe dangerous.

But that’s exactly what I need.

It’s what I want.

DILLON

She shouldn’t have come to me, but now that she’s here, I can’t let her go.
I don’t do well around others, so going off the grid has been for the best.

What Lexi doesn’t know is that I’ve noticed her for years and wanted her as mine for just as long. It would be safer if I kept her at a distance, which I’ve managed to do … but I can’t anymore.

I won’t.

I hope she’s ready to be mine, because she’s about to see exactly how feral I can be where it concerns her.

Warning: This book is wild and dirty, short and smutty. Sure, it’s unbelievable, and features a celibate recluse who will make the woman he wants his at all costs, but who doesn’t like it that way? If you are into an over the top alpha hero, and some filthy goodness, dive in.

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Showing emotion was never something I was good at. “Did you eat the granola and fruit I set out for you?” I stepped farther into the cabin. I wanted her to get her strength up.

She’ll need all the strength she can get for what I have planned.

It was just that one thought that broke through my carefully placed control. My cock jerked behind my jeans, and I willed the fucker to stay down.

I watched her as she went over to the table and started picking things up, presumably to put them away.

“Leave them,” I said, harder than I’d intended. She instantly froze, then took a step back. My cock jerked again at the fact that she obeyed so well.

I moved closer, stalking her, my focus solely on the way she reacted to me right now. I saw the beat of her pulse under her ear. It was rapid, frantic. I saw the way she breathed harder, faster. I looked down to see her twisting her fingers together, her nervousness tangible.

“You killed a deer this morning?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

I was pretty sure there was nothing but arousal coming from her. It was the way she looked at me, and she wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions.

Her facial expression spoke volumes, and I fucking loved it.

“Yes. I left you sleeping early this morning. I needed the meat to store for winter.” It was cold as fuck out, and it would only get worse with each passing day. This type of living didn’t have me stocking my freezer with prepackaged meat.

I went out and killed for it.

I moved a step closer. I’d left her sleeping in my bed while I went out, but truth was I’d wanted nothing more than to slip in beside her, remove her clothing, and spread her legs before plunging my cock into her tight heat.

Giving up my bed and sleeping on the couch was a hardship only because I wanted beside her so damn badly.

I want in her.

Fuck, I was harder than granite, and when I saw Lexi look down at my crotch, I knew there was no trying to hide that I wanted her.

I don’t want to hide it, because right now she’s going to know exactly what I desire.

“There are some things that need to be said,” I told her, moving another step closer.

She nodded and licked her lips, and I stared at the pink plumpness of her mouth. Filthy images slammed into my mind: her lips wrapped around my dick, her jaw wide to take the length and girth.

Shit, I could practically feel the tip of my shaft hitting the back of her throat as I face fucked her. I’d own every part of her. I’d claim her cunt, make her ass mine. I’d come on her belly and watch as she rubbed it in, marking herself with my spunk, smelling like me.

“And when I tell you these things, you’re going to have to make up your mind on what you want to do.” I clenched my hands at my sides, the desire to just go up to her, strip her of her clothes, and lift her up and over my shoulder, riding me hard.

I visualized my hand going down on her ass, making the mound shake and turn red. My handprint would stay on her flesh as I fucked her, but she’d like that. She’d want more of it.

“Okay,” she finally said, whispering the word.

Yeah, once I finally told her everything, admitted who I was and what I wanted, we’d see exactly how far she was willing to go.

About the author

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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{Blog Tour} Experienced

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Synopsis

He’ll show her how a real man treats a woman…

SABINE

I’ve never known how good it could feel to be taken care of by a man who knew what he was doing.

Until I was with Hugo…

HUGO

I was older than her.

She was innocent, hadn’t experienced all that life had to offer.

I could give her that experience.

Sabine consumed my thoughts, made me desire nothing else but her. No other woman compared to her, and because of that, I haven’t been with a woman for four years, which was also the last time I saw Sabine.

But I was done feeling guilty for what I desired. I wanted Sabine in my life, by my side, and I was about to make that a reality.

I didn’t know if she’d ever been treated the way a female should … but I was going to show her how a real man takes care of a woman.

Warning: If you’re into super short, hot, dirty reads containing a much older hero and younger heroine … keep on reading. This story is guaranteed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, give you that sweet HEA we all deserve, and make you want to search out an experienced older man for yourself.

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Hugo

She’s all I thought about for the last four years.

  Since I left after her high school, and eighteenth birthday, celebration, Sabine had been on my mind  .

  Four. Fucking. Years.

  I closed my eyes and pictured her.  

  I always thought about Sabine.

  I could picture her long black hair … strands I wanted to wrap around my hand as I made love to her.

   I imagined her blue eyes staring up at me, wide, pleasure-filled, as I thrust into her body.

   I could picture my hands, mouth, and tongue moving along her womanly curves.

   Four years of me wanting a woman I knew I shouldn’t desire, but whom I couldn’t get out of my head.

   She was so much younger than I was, but that wasn’t an issue. The age difference didn’t bother me in the slightest. She was a woman, twenty-one years old, and she was smart, perfect for me. Sabine had always known what she wanted out of life, and she’d excelled at what she put her mind to. I might not have seen her in years, but I knew she had only gotten more determined in that regard. That wasn’t a trait someone just let go of.

   I also didn’t care that she was Leo’s—a family friend’s—daughter. Maybe I should have, but I didn’t let a complication like that stop me from aching for her in a way that made it hard to think of much else.

   It had been four long years since I’d even been intimate with a woman. I just couldn’t bring myself to go there with them, not when the only one I wanted was Sabine.

   After all this time, I knew she was the only one I’d ever want, and as experienced in life as I was, I knew this wasn’t a passing desire.

   I ran a hand over my face, breathing out wearily.

   “Would you like something else to drink, Mr. Romanov?”

   I looked up at the flight attendant and shook my head. “No, thank you, Marcella.” I had three more hours to go before I landed in New York, and another hour drive to get to Leo and his wife Annabelle’s house. And by the time I got to their home, it would be too late to see anyone really.

    Getting a hotel would have been a simpler option, but it was out of the question, not when Leo and Annabelle insisted I stay in their guesthouse. I knew better than to argue with either of them.

   I should have been here earlier.

   I’d missed Sabine’s graduation, and even though I’d known about this event for some time, switching my business obligations around hadn’t been possible. That didn’t stop me from feeling this immense guilt.

   I reached into my pocket and pulled out the white leather box. Opening it, I stared down at the diamond tennis bracelet I’d bought for her.

  Sabine was the only woman I’d ever given jewelry to, and although it might seem like an innocent gesture, a congratulatory gift for her accomplishments, the necklace, and now this bracelet, meant more to me than she’d ever know.

   She meant more to me than she’d ever know.

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   It had been four years since I’d seen him.

   Four years of me wanting a man I knew I could never have.

   Four years of me comparing every guy I tried to have a relationship with to him … Hugo.

    I’d told myself I needed to wake up and realize I could never have a man more than twice my age who was my father’s lifelong friend.

   But telling myself what I should and shouldn’t want was a lot harder to accomplish when what I wanted was unattainable, yet still within my reach.

   I stared across the table at my parents. We’d finished throwing a small dinner party in celebration of me graduating college with my bachelor’s degree, and now it was just the three of us. I should be focusing on graduate school, getting my master’s in education, but knowing Hugo was coming in tonight was all I could think of.

  Hugo Romanov.

   Just thinking his name had my skin prickling with awareness, had every part of me speeding up.

  Adrenaline rushing through my body caused this reaction.

  “He’ll be here sometime tonight, although I’m not sure what time.”

   I looked at my father. He leaned back in the dining room chair and lifted his wine glass to his lips. He looked over at my mother, who also had a wine glass in front of her.

   “It’s been what, four years since he was last in the States?” my mother asked.

   My father nodded. “Yes, for Sabine’s high school graduation. Although he came back about a year ago on business, he couldn’t take the extra time to fly out to see us.”

   My heart sped up knowing he’d been here, probably states away, yet still closer than when he was in Europe.

   “I bet you’re excited to see Hugo again,” my mother said and took a sip of her wine, looking over the rim at me.

   I shrugged, not about to show how nervous I was, or how much anticipation thrummed through me.

  We’d finished off a bottle of wine between the three of us, and the second bottle was already half empty. I reached out and ran my finger along the base of my glass. “It’s been a long time,” I replied softly, thinking about the last time I’d seen him. I remembered vividly the way he smelled of dark and delicious cologne. But he’d also smelled of aged books and experience, and it was such a heady, intoxicating aroma. On instinct, I lifted my hand and touched the rose gold feather necklace he’d given me. It had been a present from Hugo not just for graduating high school, but also making valedictorian.

   I’d worn it every day since receiving it.

   “You two always had this special bond.”

   I looked up at my father after he spoke. “Not really.” He might have been more of a presence in my life when I was younger, and he lived in the States, but I’d never say we’d been close.

   “Of course you did. Hugo would spend hours with you at the kitchen table teaching you Russian.

   Remember?” I did, vividly. Our last lesson had been when I was seventeen years old, and he’d come to visit after being away on business in Russia.

   “That’s because Dad wanted him to make me more ‘rounded’.” I smiled at my dad. He’d been teasing when he’d made the suggestion I start learning a language, but Hugo had taken it seriously. For the next two years, from the age of fifteen to seventeen, whenever Hugo was in town, he’d spend hours with me, teaching me his native language—one of the four he spoke fluently.

   The truth was I could only speak a handful of Russian phrases, mainly because I wasn’t able to concentrate when he was near.

   But I’d tried to come to the realization that my personal reality did not include Hugo.

   And even after all these years, it was still hard to make that sink in.

About the author

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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