Camouflaged Hearts in Print!

Camouflaged Hearts

by Jennah Sharpe, Aliyah Burke, Bronwyn Green and S.L. Majors

In Print

available now for pre-order at Amazon.com

You may have read it in ebook format, but now you can keep it on your bookshelf! If you prefer your erotic romance in paperback, have we got the book for you. Remember, all proceeds from this beautiful book go to the families of the troops courtesy of Total E-Bound Publishing !

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'A Marriage of Convenience' by Aliyah Burke

A Naval pilot, a one night stand and years later a second chance, can they make it work this time?Pharmacological student, Ayanna Barker, was working hard to give her and her son a good life. Sure, things were tight, but it was all worth it. The man who had given her her child had also given her the best night of her life…and she had never forgotten him. US Navy pilot Lieutenant Michael Taylor loved the rush his job gave him but even that took a back seat to how he felt about the lovely Ayanna Barker, but circumstances keep them apart. Four years later Michael sees her at a different military institution. Ayanna is more beautiful than his vivid memories had recalled her to be, but now she has a child…she has his child. Determined to be a part of her life, and his sons, Michael moves them in to his home and marries her. Each day reawakened emotions burn hotter and hotter as they try and keep things under control.But can Michael and Ayanna realise what they share is so much more than just a marriage of convenience?

'In the Arms of a Pilot' by Jennah Sharpe

She found the touch she missed in another pilot, but the guilt could prove too much to bear.Emmeline hated the thought of her man going off to war, but that was something she needed to keep to herself. When she received news that he was MIA, she didn’t fall into grief as she thought she should have. Instead, she went looking for the arms of another man. She found the touch she missed and craved in yet another RAF pilot. Ethan gave her everything her body missed and craved. But overcoming the guilt was another matter…for both of them.

'Double Time' by SL Majors

Well, it is for a good cause, Micah Collins tells herself. Queen and Country and all that, even if her suggestion is a bit over the top… Micah offers big money for the local military fundraiser if she can purchase the services of two of England's finest soldiers. And who could be better than devilishly handsome captain Trent Williams and sexy-as-sin captain Clayton Blackwell to help her get rid of the pesky problem of her virginity? Since it's just for the weekend, Clayton and Trent, mates since university, agree to the unknown woman's odd request, not realising they'll all get a lot more than they bargained for…

'From the Ruins' by Bronwyn Green

Cardiff Wales, 1943—Moira Boulton never expected her instant attraction to the American she meets thousands of miles from his home. Not in her home town. Not in the midst of a war. But there's no denying the desire burning between her and the foreign soldier, David Webber. They barely have time to explore the explosive force between them when an air raid drives them to take shelter. Alone in a dark cellar, with bombs dropping overhead, they take comfort in each other and their undeniable passion. When David disappears without a word, Moira is left to wonder, if a passion that burned so bright was nothing more than a pleasant diversion or if they actually can salvage a relationship from the ruins.

Sneak Peeks

I'd like to thank everyone for coming out for the featured authors. It was a geat success for everyone involved. For the next few weeks, I'll be giving sneak previews of some of my wip's. There will be more chances at prizes as well. And now...The very beginning of Fate of the Archer...let me hear what you're thinking...

Fate of the Archer by Jennah Sharpe

The full moon, a perfectly formed shining orb hanging in a velvety blackness, tinted the pines with silver and the lake with shimmering magic. In this eerie version of twilight, Thera bathed, naked and alone. She liked nothing better than to float on the rippled lake, staring up at the endless void of stars and space. Her ebony hair flowed out to all sides as she gazed up, her fingers trailing over the surface of the cool water.
When, finally, a shiver of cold went through her, she aimed for shore. Climbing through the cattails and grasses, she emerged from the lake as if she were a water sprite. She imagined herself that way. A mythical creature, free to pop in and out of life as she chose.
Instead she had just this one night. One night to enjoy the pleasure of this world. One night to pretend she wasn’t cursed, to bask in the moonlight.
For the rest of her life, she was indebted to the Fates. Her mother had bargained her life for a few extra moments with her lover before he was to be killed in battle. In those few moments of ill choosing, Thera was conceived and from that moment on, she was at the beck and call of the three fates, a messenger, a servant, striving every moment to fulfil her duties as the Fates wove, cut and knotted their tenuous threads. Unable to leave their posts as they created the fabric of mortal life, Thera brought them honeyed drinks and sweets. With her perfectly clear voice, she sang to them and sometimes told them stories she’d heard in the pavilions of the other gods. This kept them entertained and for that, she was granted this one night of freedom every month.
Thera did not care for humans. She’d been granted immortality and her time did not flow in the same manner as those who would die at the hands of the Fates. They did, however, live as she wished to. They lived their lives in blissful ignorance of any constraints, or so she imagined.
As she climbed from her pool, she caught sight of a movement in the bushes.
“Who’s there? Come out,” she called, shivering as the cool night air brushed over her damp skin.
“I wasn’t hiding,” said the man who emerged from the brush. “I was simply watching a heavenly maiden. Are you a nymph who might steal me into her waters?” he teased, his voice smooth and dripping with sex appeal.
I only wish, she thought as she watched the graceful movements of this man. He couldn’t be human, not with all that muscle, not with those perfectly blue almond-shaped eyes. She moved closer to him. The dark shadow of whiskers was so tempting. She reached out to brush her fingers along his jaw.
“I am no nymph and I can do you no harm, but I could have been,” she teased. “Why were you watching me? It’s past the midnight hour. Shouldn’t you be indulging in some human woman as the gods usually do on beautiful nights such as this?”
The man narrowed his eyes. “The gods?”