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Jessamyn's Christmas Gift
EC's White Hot Holiday Series
by N.J. Walters
 
It’s Christmas Eve and Jessamyn Parker waits by the fireside in her boyfriend’s house. She expects him home any minute after being away for three months on business. Clad only in a slinky teddy and sprawled beneath the Christmas tree, she plans to surprise him. This is her last attempt to re-kindle their dying relationship.
But instead of her boyfriend, a complete stranger surprises her. Caleb Morgan is the new sheriff, and unbeknownst to her, he is also the new owner of the house. Jessamyn flees back to her own home, determined to forget, not only her boyfriend’s betrayal, but also the heated desire that Caleb has sparked within her.
While Jessamyn is shocked by his appearance, Caleb is enthralled by her. But Jessamyn has had more than enough of men. Now, one year later, it’s Christmas time again, and Jessamyn is still swearing off men. But Caleb has other ideas. The only thing he wants for Christmas is the same thing he wanted last year and didn’t quite get. Jessamyn Parker under his tree.
 
"If a reader only has the chance to read one short story this year, they could not go wrong with this one."
5 Angels & Recommended Read honor — Jesssica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT is a wonderfully entertaining tale, full of fun characters and amusing incidents."
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"A sensual tale, JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT features likable characters in an interesting situation...short but sweet, JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT is not to be missed."
—Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
"...a deliciously hot and fun quickie...JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT is a sweet love story that left me leaving warm and toasty inside."
—Nannette, Joyfully Reviewed
"...NJ Walters has once again given us a fantastic story that so perfectly blends sensual situations, humor, and romance. What a wonderful holiday gift!"
4.5 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
"...a holiday story not to pass up."
4 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
"...a must for any Walters fan, as well as anyone who likes a spicy yet heartwarming tale."
8 Rating—Elizabeth, Novelspot
"...Sensual and full of delicious sexual tension."
4 Stars—Francesca Hayne, JERR
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Excerpt from Jessamyn's Christmas Gift
©2005 N.J. Walters
I must be out of my mind. Jessamyn Parker rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself. Goose bumps covered her skin in spite of the cheery fire crackling in the hearth behind her. A log shifted, sending sparks flying into the air behind the fireplace screen.
What was I thinking? There was no answer from the firelight as she stared into its depths. She knew very well what had prompted this desperate move on her part. Bennett Anderson.
She and Bennett had been dating for about six months, but he had been away on business for the last three. A lawyer in the small town of Serenity, Bennett was considered a most eligible bachelor. Jessamyn had been surprised and flattered when he’d first asked her out. She wasn’t the type of girl who usually got asked out on dates by handsome lawyer types.
Not that she wasn’t pretty, in her own way. She wasn’t thin or blonde, which seemed to be society’s accepted norm of beauty. At thirty years of age, she’d long accepted the fact that she was a solid size sixteen with very generous curves. Her brown hair tumbled down past the middle of her back in a riot of untamed curls, which was why she usually kept it pinned up in a bun at the nape of her neck. But tonight, her hair was down.
Bennett was due home tonight from New York City where he’d been working. His phone calls had been fewer, his tone brusque, over the past few weeks, and Jessamyn had been getting that sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach that the end was near. This was her last ditch effort at reviving their lagging relationship.
Jessamyn smoothed her hands down over the red satin that covered her stomach, desperately trying to settle the butterflies that were fluttering there. It was the twenty-fourth of December, and that had sparked her romantic soul, prompting her to buy this ridiculously skimpy teddy with the faux fur trim around the neck.
It had been no hardship to shop for the outfit. Jessamyn had a weakness for pretty undergarments. Her dresser drawers were filled with silks, satins and lace in all manners of colors and styles. Usually, however, she didn’t buy anything quite so…well…tiny. There wasn’t much to the outfit. Thin spaghetti straps held up the bodice, which dipped very low and showcased her cleavage. Cut high on the thighs, almost to her waist, it left a whole lot of skin exposed.
It had seemed like such a good idea at the lingerie store when she’d bought it. She’d put on the sexy teddy, lie in a provocative pose under Bennett’s Christmas tree and surprise him when he came home.
It had been extremely easy to accomplish. After all, Bennett actually lived just next door to her and she had a key to his back door. She’d spent her entire day off decorating his home and putting up a Christmas tree in his living room. She had visions of the two of them having a very merry Christmas together. But now that the time had actually arrived, she was losing her courage. The soft holiday music playing in the background did little to soothe her.
Shivering, more with nerves than actual cold, she wrapped her hands around her crystal goblet and took a fortifying sip of the expensive wine that she’d poured earlier. The tart, fruity flavor slid easily down her throat, soothing her dry mouth. Nerves were beginning to get the better of her. She wished Bennett would just hurry up and get here.
No sooner had she thought it than she heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. Taking a deep breath, she placed her glass on the coffee table and draped herself in what she hoped was a seductive pose, across the plush faux fur rug that she’d spread in front of the fireplace. The scraping of a key in the lock made her catch her breath. Boots stamped in the front porch before proceeding down the hallway.
Gathering her courage, Jessamyn cleared her throat. “I’m in here. Come and get your Christmas present.”
The footsteps stopped at the sound of her voice and then she heard them moving closer. Her eyes were glued on the entranceway, which was surrounded by greenery and white twinkling lights. He moved into the light and every cell of her body went on alert.
Her gaze moved slowly upward, over a pair of faded jeans that molded to his strong legs. A blue flannel shirt was tucked in, emphasizing his lean waist. His shoulders were wide, straining at the seams of his shirt as he fisted his hands at his waist. Hair the color of mahogany fell carelessly across his forehead. His face wasn’t handsome, so much as strong. His nose was prominent, his lips thin, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble.
But it was his eyes that pinned her to the spot. Amber, they seemed to glow as they watched her. The eyes of a predator. This was six feet of prime male standing in front of her, studying her almost-naked form.
Her nipples tightened, pushing against the thin fabric and Jessamyn knew he could see them in the firelight when his eyes lingered there. She moved her legs restlessly as the ache between her thighs grew. Cream flowed, dampening the thin piece of satin between her legs. Every hair on her body was standing on end as her entire being clamored its need for this man.
There was only one slight problem. He wasn’t Bennett.
She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing but a squeak emerged. He shifted in the doorway, moving closer, and Jessamyn rolled to her feet. The other doorway closest to her led to the kitchen, and from there, she could make her escape out the back door.
Belatedly, she grabbed the small rug and held it in front of her. It was little protection against his heated stare.
“Who the hell are you?”
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Drakon's Treasure
EC's Autumn Animalia Series
by N.J. Walters
Captured when the armies of Gradoc swept through her village at the base of the Varkas Mountains, Eartha has spent the last five years as a slave. By day, she labors in the fields and by night she is forced to share Hameon of Gradoc’s bed. But Eartha has learned patience, biding her time until an opportunity comes for her to escape.
Seizing her chance, she flees. With Hameon’s guards in pursuit, she ducks into a dark, dingy tavern. The only hope Eartha has of saving herself from being recaptured is to join the company of a man. Bravely, she approaches a solitary stranger in the corner of the bar.
Arrik Varkas Drakon is more than just a man. He is a Drakon lord. Half-dragon, half-man, his kind usually ignores the affairs of men. But from the moment Eartha steps into the bar, she intrigues him. Once he sees her face, he knows he must have her.
Arrik sweeps her away from the danger, but it follows them into the mountains. And when Hameon and his forces come to take her back, they quickly discover that, above all, a dragon always guards and keeps his treasure.
"Talk about raising the paranormal shapeshifting bar another notch! Once again, N.J. Walters writes a compelling and satisfying character-driven story that is sure to sizzle your fingertips and make you tear up."
5 Angels and a Recommended Read—Sarah W, Fallen Angel Reviews
"... a beautiful story about love, acceptance and deep abiding commitment....If you don't read DRAKON'S TREASURE, you'll be doing a disservice to yourself."
5 Kisses and a Recommended Read—Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
"...a quick paced tale that will draw readers in and not let go until you've read every last page."
5 Blue Ribbons—Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"Ms. Walters demonstrates an enormous talent for making 'love at first sight' feel normal, natural and perfect instead of contrived and convenient...."
5 Stars—Keely Skilman, eCataRomance
"...an outstanding story that I couldn't put down..."
5 Hearts—Julia, The Romance Studio
"Walters mesmerizes in a short but potent tale of a dragon's love."
4 Stars—Faith V. Smith, RT Book Reviews
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Excerpt from Drakon's Treasure
©2006 N.J. Walters
Arrik was spellbound by the beauty seated next to him. Her face was heart-shaped and her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her eyes were huge, slightly slanted at the corners, and the same colour as the violets that grew wild in the mountain meadows near his home. Her nose tilted upward slightly, but had a small bump in the center. He wondered how she’d broken it.
Reaching out a hand, he cupped her fragile jaw, tracing the curve of her full bottom lip with his thumb. She gasped slightly and her mouth parted to reveal straight white teeth. With her hood still covering her, he couldn’t tell if her hair was long or short, but it was black as a raven’s wing. She swallowed hard and he watched her throat move convulsively. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing grew more rapid.
She licked her lips, her tongue accidentally licking his thumb. Desire, strong and potent, ripped through his veins. His cock swelled, pushing hard against the opening of his leather pants. It had been decades since he’d wanted a woman, longer since he’d actually had one. Neither the beast nor the man in him had been interested. Until now.
But he’d observed the world enough to know how the games of man were played. “How much?” His whispered words were almost a growl, as the lustful beast growing within him demanded he take her no matter the cost. The man was smarter and waited.
“I am no whore!” She was shaking now, more in anger than fear. Her response confused him.
“Then why did you offer yourself to me?”
He could see the confusion in her eyes as she struggled to regain control of her emotions. “I…” She shook her head and sighed.
The door of the tavern banged off the wall as several well-armed men, obviously elite guardsmen, surged through. The woman next to him gasped and practically threw herself into his arms, clinging to his side as she tugged the hood more firmly around her face. “Please.” She grabbed the front of his cloak, twisting the fabric in her fingers. “I’ll do anything you want. Just tell them I’m with you.”
He sensed just how much it cost her to speak those words and it angered him that she felt she had to plead. “They will not take you,” he heard himself promise her. And the moment he spoke the words, he knew that they were true. He would not let her go until he’d discovered all her secrets, until the lust that she fired in his belly had been slaked.
The armed men tore through the tavern pushing aside patrons and shoving tables out of their way. “Anybody seen a lone woman come in here?”
“We don’t want any trouble.” The barkeep hefted a cudgel from behind the counter.
“And you won’t have none,” the guard retorted. “Not unless you’re hiding Lord Hameon’s runaway slave.” He grabbed a woman up from one of the benches and tilted her face toward the dim light from the lanterns before shoving her back down into her seat.
The leader of the guards stalked across the room and Arrik could feel the woman quivering against him. The man reached his hand over the table toward her cloak. “Let’s have a look at you.”
Quick as a snake, Arrik captured the guard’s wrist in an iron grip. “You will not touch her. She is mine.”
The tavern went deathly silent at his refusal. The guard yanked his arm from Arrik’s grasp. “I don’t know who you are, stranger, but I am Proctor, the leader of Lord Hameon of Gradoc’s elite guards. Stand aside or die.” The man puffed out his chest as he spoke, as if expecting to be immediately obeyed. His comrades were behind him now, six men in total.
Arrik stirred, sliding out of the seat. The other man just stared up at him as he stood to his full seven feet. Raising his hands, he slowly pushed his hood aside, revealing his face for the first time. The other man paled and stumbled back a step.
“I am Arrik Varkas Drakon and the woman is mine.”
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Anastasia's Style
EC's Valentine Vixens series
by N.J. Walters
Anastasia Style, owner of Hassle-free Holidays, is having anything but a hassle-free Valentine’s Day. Her normally reliable car has a flat and she has a delivery to make for a last minute, lucrative client. And if that wasn’t enough to make a woman crazy, she still has to make it to her lawyer’s office in time to sign her divorce papers.
She just has to set the stage for her client’s romantic evening and then she’s off to her lawyer’s office to officially end her marriage to Mason Style. Except her client has other ideas about how Anastasia will be spending her evening, and he has no intention of ever letting her go.
"I loved Anastasia's Style! Loved it!... N.J. Walters' flair for bringing her characters' emotions to the surface never fails to entice me and so once again, I was treated to a really good read just in time for Valentine's Day!"
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Natasha Smith, Romance Junkies
"It's always a pleasure reading and reviewing an N.J. Walters story, and Anastasia's Style, with its capable characters and scintilating story, tells another wonderful tale of love."
4 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
"...ranks top of my list as one of the best Valentine's Day themed stories."
—Holly Tibbs, RRT Erotic
"...a sensual story that is further enriched by realistic emotions and likeable characters."
5 Angels—Amanda S, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Anastasia's Style truly is a love story...will touch your heart..."
—Jo, Joyfully Reviewed
"A beautiful story well worth reading many times over..."
4/5 Stars—Mahaira Fatima, JERR
"...filled with emotion, love, loss and redemption. N.J. Walters' characters are filled with personality, emotion, and are written in a way that gives you a look into their very souls."
4 Kisses—Tara, TwoLips Reviews
"...just the right amount of steam and sparks. This is truly a book I will refer to friends without hesitation."
4 Cups—Liadan, Coffee Time Romance
"This reviewer enjoyed Ms. Walters' ANASTASIA'S STYLE, and would recommend it to anyone looking for a Valentine story to enkindle old feelings."
4 Hearts—Tina, Love Romances and More
"...the perfect read for Valentine's Day."
4 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
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Excerpt from Anastasia's Style
©2006 N.J. Walters
His fingers lightly traced her leg from ankle to thigh and back down again. Slowly. Maddeningly. His fingers would never quite go high enough to touch the slick folds of her sex.
“Mason,” she groaned.
He glanced up at her with a sexy grin on his face. “What?”
Picking up a pillow, she covered her face with it and screamed with frustration. When she heard his low chuckle, she gripped the pillow tight and whacked him in the head with it. Grabbing her hand, he tore her makeshift weapon from her fingers and tossed it to the floor.
Then he pounced.
He tickled her waist, which wasn’t fair when she thought about it. He knew how ticklish she was there. They rolled around the huge king-sized bed until she was breathlessly begging for mercy. Mason laughed, gripped both of her hands in one of his and raised them over her head. His legs had hers trapped between them and the bulk of his body held her captive. “You know you can’t rush an artist when he’s working.” He nibbled the line of her jaw.
“So you’re an artist now, are you?”
He released his hold on her and levered himself up on his forearms. His expression was serious as he gazed down at her. “Maybe. Maybe not. But you’re definitely a work of art.”
“Oh, Mason.” Tears pricked her eyes. He was always saying things like that to her, and no matter how many times she heard them, she had a hard time believing them. She’d grown up a thin, klutzy redhead with braces, and memories of childhood taunting still rang in her head even though she’d filled out nicely as an adult.
Taking his time, he kissed every one of the six freckles that were sprinkled across her face. She was more fortunate than many natural redheads in that her skin was mostly smooth and clear, but her husband seemed to love her freckles.
Anastasia forgot all about her childhood and her freckles as Mason brushed his lips over hers. His tongue snaked out to lick at her mouth, and when she moaned, he slipped it inside. Their breath mingled as their tongues stroked and touched. She was gasping when he withdrew and began to kiss his way down her neck, taking special care to linger over the sensitive skin at the base where it met her shoulder.
“I want to kiss and lick every square inch of your body, Ana.” He continued downward, licking her collarbone, his body sliding over hers as he went lower. She could feel the tightness in his muscles, could feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh, but still he focused all his attention on her.
Her fingers curled into the thick muscles of his shoulders as he lapped at one of her swollen nipples. And when he began to suckle, she arched toward him, her nails digging deep as she tried desperately to anchor herself.
It was always this way with Mason. She sank deeper and deeper into a well of sensuality and sexuality until she thought she might drown. With him, she allowed herself to let go in a way she never had, trusting him to always catch her and hold her close when she spiraled out of control.
His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs grazing her hipbones as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach. She sucked in a breath as his tongue dipped into her bellybutton and swirled around. He caught her silver bellybutton ring with his teeth and gently pulled. Anastasia felt that tug deep in her core as if his lips had tugged on her clitoris.
Cream seeped from her slit as she shifted her legs restlessly. She stroked her hands over every inch of his flesh that she could reach—his shoulders, his biceps, his back. She loved to touch him, to feel the shift and play of his muscles as they moved beneath his flesh. His cock pulsed against her thigh and she could feel the moisture seeping from the tip, dampening her leg. She knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered against her belly as he prowled lower. “I love the fact that you’re a natural redhead.” He sifted his fingers through the neat thatch of curls that covered her sex. “Very sexy.”
“So you wouldn’t have fallen for me if I’d been a brunette?” she teased.
He sat up and glared at her, his turquoise eyes fierce in the low light of their bedroom. “I fell in love with the woman. Your intelligence, your sense of humor and your warm, giving spirit drew me to you. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Ana.” His hand began to trace circles on her thigh. She shifted her legs wider. “You’re absolutely unique and I count myself lucky the day you walked into my office to interview for the job as my assistant.”
Anastasia could see the sincerity blazing from his eyes and her heart swelled. “I love you too, Mason. I’d given up believing I’d find someone who’d love me the way you do.” She’d been thirty when they’d met, and after being in the dating game for well over a decade, she’d become very disillusioned with it all. In fact, she’d been on a dating hiatus, determined not to go out with anyone when she’d met him. It had taken him quite a while to break though her defenses, but he’d done it, one day at a time, simply by being himself.
He lowered himself until he was lying between her spread thighs. From the way he was settling in, he didn’t plan on moving any time soon. She licked her lips in anticipation and he didn’t disappoint her.
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Unmasking Kelly
by N.J. Walters
In Anthology
Overtime, Under Him
In Anthology
Trick or Treat
It’s Halloween night and a masquerade party is in full swing at Brannigan’s Pub where Kelly Allen works as a waitress. But Kelly is not working tonight.
Instead, she has donned the costume of a saloon girl, and has set out to seduce the man of her dreams, Liam Brannigan. She’s been in love with her boss almost from the first, and tonight, hiding behind her costume and mask, she can keep her identity a secret as she attempts to seduce him into one long, hot night of pleasure.
Liam Brannigan is enthralled with the lady behind the mask. Sensual and mysterious, she is every man’s fantasy, and he wants her from the moment she saunters up to the bar. But she is much more than just a one-night stand. Liam is determined to remove her mask and claim the lady as his very own. Can he convince her to reveal her identity or will she walk out of the bar and his life forever?
"I absolutely loved this short story - the ending is perfect and the characters are fantastic."
5 Cupids—Marina, Cupid's Library Reviews
"Unmasking Kelly is a short, yet stimulating story that will quickly be added to your keeper pile!"
5 Stars—Trang Black, JERR
"NJ Walters writes a fresh-voiced, sexy, touching short story that delivers everything it promises and more."
9 Rating—Maitresse, Novelspot
"...not only packs a punch, but it explores the relationship between the characters, making it a romantic as much as an erotic read."
4.5 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
"...another winner for N.J. Walters."
—Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
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Excerpt from Unmasking Kelly
©2006 N.J. Walters
Liam worked his way down the bar, serving up tall, cold mugs of beer and mixing drinks until he finally reached her far corner. “Welcome to Brannigan’s, pretty lady. What can I get you?” His smooth, deep tones rolled across her skin like a caress. He stood in front of her with his hands on his hips and a twinkle in those deep blue eyes. His shirt was open at the top, emphasizing the strong column of his neck and offering her a tantalizing glimpse of his impressive chest. Really, the man was too sexy to be let out amongst the regular population.
She frowned when she realized he was staring at her. Glancing down, she had a quick peek at her cleavage to make sure she hadn’t fallen out of the bustier. It was close. Her breasts swelled against the lace trim, but her nipples were still covered. Barely.
Her head jerked up when she felt his fingers beneath her chin. But instead of releasing her, his hand cupped her jaw and he leaned closer. For a moment she thought he might kiss her. Her lips parted in anticipation. His breath was warm on her moist mouth. He was close. So very close.
“What can I get you?” His voice was so soft and seductive it took a few seconds for her to process the meaning of his words. She jerked her head back in embarrassment, her cheeks heating. While she’d been all but undressing the man with her eyes, he’d been waiting for her to order.
“White wine, please.” Her tone was briskly matter-of-fact and Kelly wanted to bang her head against the bar in frustration. She wasn’t supposed to use her regular voice. She’d practiced lowering her voice and speaking more slowly and sensually.
But Liam had turned away to fill her drink order, giving no indication that he recognized her. Good. All wasn’t lost. She could do this. She knew she could. When he placed her glass on the bar in front of her, she smiled at him. “Thank you, handsome.” This time, her voice was mellow with a come-hither tone.
He smiled his pirate’s grin. “You’re welcome. You here with anyone?”
This was it. This was her chance. Trying not to seem too eager, she picked up her glass and took a long sip. Lowering the glass back to the bar, she licked her lips, allowing her tongue to stroke across first the upper and then the lower lip. His eyes tracked every movement of her tongue.
Was it just her or was the room getting hotter? Her costume suddenly seemed incredibly tight and she struggled to breathe. Her breasts felt so heavy and the tips ached unbearably. The tight lacing that cinched her waist and torso made her feel voluptuous and unbelievably sexy. Her pussy throbbed and she struggled not to squirm in her seat.
“No,” she managed to whisper. “I’m not with anyone.”
Liam leaned across the bar and stared into her eyes. The world around them disappeared. The sounds of the music, the chatter of the people and the din of the bar seemed to fade into nothing. There was only her and Liam. His lips barely skimmed hers before leaving a trail of hot, moist kisses to her ear. He traced the whorl of her ear with his tongue before nipping the lobe with his teeth. “You are now,” he whispered. “If that’s what you want.”
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Tempting Tori
by N.J. Walters
Standing in the barn, looking out over his ranch, J.T. Courage knows there is nowhere else on earth he’d rather be. He has his brothers, a successful horse business and a new home on the land that’s belonged to his family for generations. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. And he has just the woman in mind.
Victoria Abrams is leaving the man she loves. She can no longer pretend he will one day see her as more than a friend or housekeeper. But J.T. is not about to let the sexy woman who has tempted him for months with her lush body and beautiful face slip away without a fight.
"...everything I could have hoped for – and then some...TEMPTING TORI is a passionate quick read that incorporates plenty of emotion so that the characters take on a life all their own and endear themselves to the reader."
5 Blue Ribbons—Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"A guilty pleasure that I thoroughly enjoyed and will read again, it was that satisfying. Very sensual and erotic, with a hint of dark passions and desires both J.T. and Victoria kept hidden from one another and themselves. A keeper."
4.5 and a Reviewers Top Pick—Chris, Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
"Get a copy of this delicious tale and you’ll soon be saying “save a horse, ride a cowboy”."
—Lori Ann, RRT Erotic
"All Ms. Walters's books are worth picking up and Tempting Tori is no different, but you better sit outside to read it, because you don't want to set of your smoke detectors."
—Rachel C, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Tempting Tori is an exciting lusty short story that you don't want to miss!"
4 1/2 Hearts—Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio
"The author did a fantastic job building their desires and in making me care about the characters and I think this made the romance all the more erotic for me."
4.5 Nymphs—Rose, Literary Nymphs Reviews
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Excerpt from Tempting Tori
©2009 N.J. Walters
A familiar silhouette was outlined against the door, backlit by the bright sunshine. “I thought you went with Brody.” His voice was harsher than he’d intended, but damn, he didn’t need this. Not now.
“I wanted to talk to you first.” Tori’s soft voice slid over him like a caress making his skin tighten over his bones and his cock stir. He’d already been semi-erect and now his erection was straining against the front of his jeans. He hoped the dimness of the barn would hide it until he could get himself back under control.
“So talk.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
Tori almost lost her nerve. He was naked from the waist up, his torso looked as if it had been sculpted in stone. His biceps bulged when he crossed his arms over his chest. She was never more aware of him as a man then she was in that moment. She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to touch his warm flesh, kiss it, lick it. Her breasts swelled and her nipples puckered. She could feel her panties getting damper by the second.
His eyes narrowed as he watched her. She swallowed and tried to gain control of her runaway hormones. It was always like this for her whenever she was around him.
J. T., on the other hand, looked totally unapproachable and uninterested in what she had to say. He’d always seemed a bit aloof, but this was worse than usual. It just reinforced that she was making the right decision. It was time for her to move on with her life instead of waiting for a man who would never want her.
“I’m leaving.”
He sighed and uncrossed his arms, raking his fingers through his hair. A single lock fell back against his forehead. He hadn’t shaved this morning and his jaw was covered with stubble slightly darker than his light brown hair. Most men would look disheveled or slightly disreputable, but on J. T. it just looked sexy. “I thought you’d already left. Is Brody still here?”
She shook her head. “No, Brody is gone.”
“Why didn’t you go with him?”
Tori stepped into the barn and approached him. J. T. seemed angry about something. He was pretty even-tempered, but when he got riled all the men gave him a wide berth. “I wanted to talk to you first.”
He stepped into a stall and picked up a piece of an old leather bridal and laid it over the edge of the gate. “We can talk at home later.”
Her heart pounded and she could feel a trickle of sweat roll down her back. “I’m leaving,” she repeated.
J. T. stilled, his pale blue eyes freezing her in place. “What exactly do you mean?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and squared her shoulders. “I’m going to catch the bus tomorrow in town. I’m going home.”
“Your home is here,” he snapped.
Tori gave him a sad smile. “You know that’s not true. This is your home. I’m just the housekeeper. I want more from life than that.”
“I thought you liked it here.”
She could hear the anger in his voice, but more than that, she could hear the underlying hurt. Tori felt as if a knife were twisting in her heart. “I do like it here.” That was an understatement. She loved it here.
“Then you’ll stay.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. She felt her lips turn up in a genuine smile. That was just like J. T. to figure everything was settled because he said it was so. He was stubborn and mule-headed at times, but she loved him in spite of it, or maybe even because of it. It was his stubbornness that had enabled him to take the successful ranch his parents had left him and his brothers and make it even more profitable.
“No.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, suddenly chilled in spite of the heat. “I can’t stay.”
J. T. strode toward her, not stopping until the toes of his boots touched the tops of her sneakers. He was a good six inches taller than she, but was so much broader that he made her feel small. Her stomach fluttered, but it wasn’t with fear. Having J. T. so close to her was having an effect on her senses.
His chest was almost touching hers. Her nipples tightening even further, the nubs practically straining to feel the hard muscles. He took a deep breath. His chest expanded, barely brushing her breasts.
Tori gasped as the heat between them ignited, sending rivulets of lightning flaring throughout her body. She felt that tiny touch everywhere. Her toes curled in her sneakers, her sex clenched and she felt positively lightheaded. She took a deep breath and knew immediately it was a mistake. His scent—clean male sweat, sandalwood soap, leather and hay—filled her nostrils. But below it all was the smell of J. T., the one man who had the ability to set her on fire with barely a look or a touch.
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Lassoing Lara
by N.J. Walters
Brody Courage wakes one morning and finds himself naked and tied to his bed with no memory of the night before. If that’s not enough humiliation, his neighbor and childhood friend, Lara Jacobs is the one who rescues him.
When he finds a pair of red lace underwear, his memories start flooding back. He’d caught a glimpse of a matching bra when Lara untied him. She’s the sexy mystery woman who is now haunting his nights and his days. Brody wants a repeat of their night together, but Lara is avoiding him. There’s only one thing any self-respecting cowboy would do. He’s going to lasso Lara and make her his own.
"N.J. Walters has a way with words. Her characters were unique and believable. She crafts her sex scenes with the perfect mix of emotion, action and description. Though this was an erotic romance, it was so much more than a roll in bed. Brody and Lara were characters I won’t soon forget and their quick love story was touching and powerful."
5 Tea Cups and a Recommended Read—LynnMarie, HEA Reviews
"This is a delightfully funny and sexy story, that was such a great read. As a NJ Walters fan, she doesn't let us down in this sexy romance. You will really want to read this one over and over again.
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5 Siren Stone—Yvette Lowe, Siren Book Reviews
"This is a fast and quick read from an established author of erotic romance and it was a joy to read...I was surprised by the amount of emotional depth that Ms. Walters was able to provide her characters in this short novella and believe that it is part of what makes this an enjoyable story. "
5 Stars—Maria, Queen of the Night Reviews
"The sex sizzles in Lassoing Lara as two life-long friends find that love has been waiting for them, practically in their own backyard."
—Shayna, Joyfully Reviewed
"A fast paced plot with lots of hot sexy loving and a strong emotional connection make this story one you don't want to miss."
4 Hearts—Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio
"A fun quickly paced short novel, Lassoing Lara is a fantastic read."
4 Stars—Emily, Sensual Reads
"Brody and Lara were flammable together...If you are looking for a quick read with a happily ever after, don’t pass this one by."
4 Stars—Chris, Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
"Even though this is a quickie, there is depth to the emotions of both Brody and Lara....This friends-to-lovers story had strong characters and a believable world."
4 Kisses—Emma, TwoLips Reviews
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Excerpt from Lassoing Lara
©2010 N.J. Walters
Knowing he’d put off the inevitable long enough, he took a deep breath and cracked open one eyelid. The sun was streaming in through the window. He swore under his breath, but forced his other eye open.
He blinked several times before things settled down. The room looked the same, the walls bare, the furniture sparse. Yup, he’d made it home last night in one piece. He’d have to thank his brothers for that.
It was time to try to move. He started to roll, but something tugged on his arm, pulling him back. “What the hell?” He turned his head, ignoring the throbbing at the base of his skull. What he saw made him swear again. His wrist was tied to the headboard. An experimental tug assured him that his other wrist was in exactly the same condition.
He as also buck naked under the sheets that bunched at his waist.
Taking a deep breath, he tested the strength of the binding. If this was his brothers’ idea of a joke, he was going to kill them. He swallowed hard as his stomach roiled. He’d definitely had way too much to drink last night, which was totally out of character. He liked to maintain control. He didn’t like the idea of being at the mercy of someone else’s whim.
Whoever had done this to him would pay.
Images started to flit through his foggy brain. A full, firm breast, long, bare legs, a nipped in waist. Brody lay there, momentarily stunned. Had he brought a woman home last night? If so, there was no one here now. He listened, but could hear no sound coming from the rest of the house. Had she left him like this on purpose? And who in hell was she?
He raised his head and looked around as best he could, given his current situation. There were no female clothes strewn about, no shoes or purse. Nothing to give him a clue as to how he got into his present condition. He caught a whiff of soap. It was light, not his usual woodsy blend. He could also smell sex. His cock stirred, tenting the sheets slightly.
Great, now he was not only tied to the bed, but his dick was hard as a spike. Plus, he had the mother of all hangovers. He had to put his mind to work figuring out how to get out of this mess he’d gotten himself into.
He’d have to yank the slats out of the bed frame. It wouldn’t be easy. He wouldn’t be able to get much leverage, given his position. But he had faith in himself and in his strength. He’d do it. He tested the thin wooden post holding his right hand and then his left. The one on the right wiggled more. Wrapping his fingers around the bar, he pulled, applying even pressure on the top where it joined the crossbar.
The wood creaked, but it didn’t break. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as the heat of the day pushed the room from warm to uncomfortable. It was unseasonably warm this spring, even for West Texas.
The sound of a door slamming was music to his ears. One of his brothers must have come by to check on him. They’d razz him about this for the rest of his life, but at this point he didn’t care. “In here. That you, Marshall?”
As long as it wasn’t his sister-in-law Tori, he was fine. J. T. would kill him if Tori saw him naked. Not that he’d volunteer that information to his brother, but he’d find out. Tori certainly wouldn’t be able to resist telling him.
Boot heels echoed on the bare wood floors as whoever it was came closer. The bedroom door pushed open and he grinned in spite of his predicament. He’d be free in no time.
His grin faded as he recognized his rescuer. Lara Jacobs. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growled. This was the last thing he needed.
She frowned, her face paling as she took a step back.
Brody ignored how good she looked. Her black hair was tousled, her full lips were parted slightly. She was wearing her usual faded jeans, which fit her slender body to perfection, outlining her subtle curves. The sleeveless, blue blouse she wore was plain, with no hint of lace or any other feminine detail. Like her jeans, it was functional. She was pretty, but not beautiful, not by society’s standards. Yet, his cock grew harder and sweat broke out all over his body.
As he watched, she licked her lips. He barely swallowed a groan. He wanted to lick her lips for her. How would they taste? For some reason, he thought they’d taste sweet, like cherries. He frowned. Why was he even thinking about her lips? His brain must be even more muddled then he thought.
She was staring at him. No, not at him, at where the sheets were tented. His embarrassment translated to anger and he barked his next command. “You just going to stand there and stare or are you going to untie me.”
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Tracking Talia
by N.J. Walters
Marshall Courage is lucky to be alive after the last mission for the clandestine government agency he worked for went sour. He’s recovered from his life-threatening wounds and is living on the family ranch, but he’s never gotten over his fellow operative and lover, Talia Koslov.
It’s been eight long months since Talia’s seen Marshall and she’s missed him every single moment. Now all she has to do is convince him that she didn’t willingly abandon him after he was injured. She wants forever and is willing to do whatever it takes to convince him their love is real.
"I thought this was a perfect example of what a contemporary erotic romance should be. It was graphically sensual while retaining an emotional elegance that is lacking in many short erotic stories."
4 Hearts—Wendy Mitchell, The Romance Studio
"Tracking Talia had just the right amount of drama, tension, frustration and passion to keep me hooked."
4.5 Nymphs—Rose, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"As usual, Ms. Walters makes you care about the characters and draws you into their emotions. A great novella"
4 Blue Ribbons—Claudette, Romance Junkies
"A good addition to the series."
3.5 Stars—Chris, Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
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Excerpt from Tracking Talia
©2011 N.J. Walters
Marshall kept his gaze moving over the ground in front of him, searching for signs. He scanned the rocks, not letting his eyes settle on any one thing in particular. He hoped for a movement, a reflection. Anything.
When he reached a copse of scraggly bushes, he tied the reins to them and gave the horse a pat. “Be back in a bit.” Molasses blinked at him, totally unconcerned.
He left the horse and started out at a lope. Because of his weak leg, he had to be careful. Last thing he needed to do was twist an ankle and make matters worse. Keeping low, he worked his way closer to the area where he’d seen the flash earlier. He slowed his pace, studying the ground.
There. Several rocks had been disturbed. He could tell because of the empty indentations in the ground from where the stones had been dislodged. Could be an animal, but he was banking on a human.
Maybe it had nothing to do with his former work. There was oil on their land and valuable horseflesh. One couldn’t overlook disreputable folks sniffing around. It didn’t happen often, but it had occurred at least twice in his lifetime. When he was just a boy, his father had caught some crazy guy trying to steal some of the drilling equipment on the land. And just a few years back, a group of several men had attempted to steal several of J. T.’s prize thoroughbreds. Neither attempt had been successful.
But this far out, Marshall had no idea what they’d be searching for. There were no mineral deposits that he knew of. Could be a camper who didn’t realize, or didn’t care, he was on private land, but he didn’t think so.
He found part of a track. Ignoring the pain in his left leg, he crouched and studied the print. It was a boot heel. It was impossible to tell the size with so little to go on but there was no denying that someone was out here.
Marshall glanced at the sky. The storm clouds were moving in fast. He didn’t have much time before it hit full force.
Standing, he moved silently through the rocks. They had to be camped up here somewhere. He’d walked and ridden this land all his life and knew the best place was about five minutes from here. He’d take one quick look and head for home. Maybe he’d get J. T. to do a flyover tomorrow in the ranch helicopter and check things out if he didn’t find anything.
Moving as fast as he could, he stealthily made his way toward a circle of rocks. It was an open area about fifteen feet in diameter that was ringed by high, jagged rocks with only one way in and out.
Back to the rocks, Marshall crept toward the opening. Rifle raised and ready, he listened for any sound. The wind had picked up substantially in the last few minutes making it difficult to hear anything else. Swearing under his breath at his own stupidity, he kept going. He paused as the natural doorway appeared. He could see to the left and it was clear.
Easing his body to the other side, he froze when a person came into view. The rifle was rock steady in his hand, his finger caressing the trigger. Marshall was mildly surprised his hands weren’t shaking. He walked slowly into the circle, his gaze never leaving the other person.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?”
He tilted the barrel of the rifle downward. His heart was pounding. His mouth was dry. Anger, hot and potent, flooded through his veins. Why now? It had been eight long months.
“Hello, Tabby.” He used her nickname intentionally. She usually hated to be called that, but he had whispered it in her ear a hundred times when they made love.
She looked as good as ever. Better, because he was starved for the sight of her. She was tall for a woman, coming in at about five-ten. Her body was lean and she had legs that went on forever. Her hair was brown with reddish highlights and still cut in a shaggy style that somehow suited her. Green eyes, tilted slightly at the corners, gave her the appearance of an inquisitive cat. Her narrow, pointed chin completed the feline look.
Code name “Tiger”, she was as lethal as she was beautiful. And she was standing ten feet away from him, hands on her hips, waiting for him to finish his perusal.
“You just about done looking, Dillon?”
Marshall smirked as she called him by his code name. Because of his first name, early on in the game, the other guys had started calling him Marshall Dillon and it had stuck.
“Oh, I’m far from done, Tabby.” Just the sight of her had his dick at attention and his arms aching to hold her. But he wasn’t stupid. There had to be a reason she was here. Now. After all this time. “What the hell are you doing on my land?”
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Lady's Minstrel
by N.J. Walters
Alicia was barely a bride before her husband, Reys, left on Crusade and she has waited six years for any word on his whereabouts. Without a strong lord, the castle is in a precarious position and it is only a matter of time until the King orders her to remarry or tries to take the keep by force.
When a mysterious hooded minstrel shows up at the castle, the man’s furtive actions lead Alicia to believe he is a spy. She confronts him but discovers he is no stranger. Reys is scarred emotionally and physically by his years in a foreign prison. Can they find the love they once shared or is it gone forever?
"Although a short story, this is a wonderfully moving and erotic read. The characters are surprisingly well developed for the length of the story...Besides being emotional, this is also a very sensual and sexy read. It's the perfect story for rainy Sunday afternoon."
4.5 and a Reviewers Top Pick—Emma, Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
"Lady's Minstrel is a very sensual, tender love story...You can not help but smile and get a warm feeling in your soul after reading this lovely story. It was a delightful and quick read."
4 Hearts—Wendy Mitchell, The Romance Studio
"LADY’S MINSTREL is one of those books that you can’t help but fall in love with. N.J. Walters does an exceptional job in creating two emotionally challenged characters. How she weaves each other back into one another’s lives is the tragedy triumph this reader craves. I highly recommend this book to any beauty and the beast fans!"
4 Blue Ribbons—Suzie Housley, Romance Junkies
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Excerpt from Lady's Minstrel
©2011 N.J. Walters
Alicia crossed to the cheerful fire that crackled and danced in the hearth. Rubbing her hands up and down the arms of her plain green, woolen gown, she tried to warm herself. The dress was one of her best, but it was old and worn thin in spots and had been mended in others. Tonight, she felt as tired and threadbare as her clothes. Both of them had been brighter and newer when they’d come here six years ago. Now, at twenty-three, she was barely a bride and not really a wife, for all that she’d been married almost six years.
Settling into her chair by the fire, she stared at the flickering flames. It had not always been so. Once she’d been filled with hopes and dreams of happiness. Her marriage had been arranged by her father, as was to be expected, for marriage was a serious affair of alliances and wealth. Alicia had not seen her husband, Reys, Baron Warran, Lord of Hawkspoint, until her family and their entourage had arrived at Hawkspoint Abbey for the signing of the wedding documents and the blessing of the union by the church.
Alicia rubbed her fingers over the gold band that adorned her left hand, a symbol of her authority here. The weight of it was as heavy as the responsibilities that lay on her shoulders. Hawkspoint was a small, but self-sufficient estate. The land was fertile and good for farming and raising sheep. The surrounding land provided fresh meat, firewood, wild berries and herbs. The bounty from the sea was equally as plentiful.
Her husband, Reys, had been kind and patient with his seventeen-year-old bride. Alicia gave a little laugh as she remembered her wedding night. She had been led away from the marriage feast by the older women, stripped naked and put in a thin sleeping gown before being herded into the lord’s large bed. She had felt lost in the huge bed and tucked herself away in the corner with the covers pulled tight to her chin. The women had been laughing at her and joking about the night ahead when Reys entered the chamber…
Reys glanced at his new bride cowering in the corner of his bed and swept the group of women with a fierce scowl. “Out!” he thundered, his voice rattling the precious panes of glass set in the window.
The women all hurried from the room. Reys waited until the last one left before slamming the door and throwing the bolt on the door.
Alicia was afraid to move lest she’d draw her new husband’s temper her way. She was used to the men in her family, particularly her father, who were quick to cuff her when they was angry at something. So she stayed very still and quiet, wishing she were braver.
Reys was a massive man with incredibly wide shoulders and huge hands. He was handsome with his long black hair and his piercing blue eyes. His jaw bespoke of stubbornness but, from what she’d observed these past days, he was a man who thought before he spoke.
He strode to the table where a jug of wine sat and poured some in a cup. Taking a deep breath as though to settle his temper, he picked up the cup and came to stand beside the bed.
“Drink this.” He held the wine out to her. “It will help calm you.”
He said nothing more, but stood there waiting for her to accept the cup from him. Her fingers shook but she reached out and took the wine. She even managed to get it to her mouth and take a sip without spilling it. Reys nodded his approval, so she took another sip.
His lips turned up in a gentle smile and she stilled, the cup still pressed to her lips. He was devastatingly handsome when he smiled. And she was ordinary. Where he was as fierce as his namesake, she was a small wren with brown hair and brown eyes. She wasn’t tall and willowy, but short and rounded. Her skin was her best feature as it was smooth and unmarred by blemishes. Still, she had to wonder if he was disappointed by the way she looked.
Her nerves came back full force and he didn’t help matters when he turned and walked around to the other side of the bed, tugging off his tunic as he went. He removed a knife from the sheath at his waist and placed it on a table beside the bed. Then he pulled off his boots and the rest of his clothing.
She closed her eyes, half afraid to watch. But curiosity got the better of her and she peeked. Naked, he appeared even larger than when he was fully clothed. His legs were as thick as tree trunks, his arms heavily roped with muscle. His chest was broad and lightly furred. Her gaze dropped, following the thin line of hair that bisected his stomach.
Alicia swallowed and almost choked on the wine. He was fully aroused, his cock long and thick. The bulbous head was darker than the shaft and reminded her of a ripe plum. This would never work. He was much too big.
Reys climbed onto the bed beside her, ignoring the way she jumped as his thigh touched hers. He took the wine from her and laid it on the table beside the knife.
Carefully, he had framed her face in his hands, his blue eyes staring hard into hers. “I will never hurt you in anger, Alicia. You are my wife and the mother of my future children and I will always respect that and care for you.”
Then he kissed her.
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