In Deep with the Nanny: The Boss and the Nanny, Book 1

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In Deep with the Nanny
by Giselle Renarde
Series: The Boss and the Nanny
Book: 1

By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him. There are millions of reasons Theresa should keep her paws off single father Henry. For starters, he’s older than she is. In case that’s not enough, she’s been nanny to his boys since their mother ran off. Why does something so wrong feel so right?

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Read a spicy EXCERPT from In Deep with the Nanny.
Single dad Henry finds the nanny, Theresa, naked in the pool in the middle of the night.
Here's what happens next... 

Too bad Henry didn’t take his top off more often—he was fit, no question.

Did Theresa really just have that thought? Did she really just think to herself, “Wow, my employer’s got a hot body”? She knew she did, and she couldn’t erase it. You can’t un-think a thought like that.

“What happened to your bathing suit?” he asked. He was looking at her breasts, obviously trying not to, but… yeah, he was pretty much staring at them.

“Sorry. It was in the basement, and that place is scary at night.”

Henry smiled.

“I just wanted some time to myself.”

“Oh. Oh…” He inched toward the edge of the pool. “And here I am, spoiling your fun.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” She hopped through the water, grabbing his wrist.

A spark passed between them, and she knew he’d felt it too by the little noise his throat made.

She held his wrist even tighter, wanting to keep him in the pool despite her shameful nudity. “I just meant that I’m always watching the boys. I felt like going for a swim alone, when I didn’t have to watch them. Don’t you ever need a minute to yourself?”

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “That’s an understatement.”

Theresa didn’t mean to look, but her employer’s pyjama pants were either floating in a really weird way or he had a massive erection. She tried not to stare, but… was that for her? Because she was naked? Oh god, she should feel like pond scum, but instead she felt kind of curious. Kind of proud.

She followed her employer’s gaze to her bobbing breasts. She took his hands in hers and held them, stepping close enough to feel his tip against her belly. His cock had floated out the slit in his pyjama bottoms, and the head was so red and swollen it made her salivate.

Tightening her grip on his hands, Theresa said, “You’re still young, Henry. And you’re handsome, too. You’re really handsome. If you asked a girl out, I’m sure she’d say yes.”

“I don’t have time for dating. It’s work, home, work, home. I’ve got too many obligations. Where would I find the time?”

She squeezed his hands. Hard. “You have to make time for things you want.”

He cocked his head and looked her in the eye. “Has anyone ever told you you’re wise beyond your years?”

Theresa didn’t have time to answer before her lips met his. She wasn’t totally sure whether he’d kissed her or she’d kissed him, but once their tongues were mingling and thrashing it didn’t even matter. This was wrong beyond belief, beyond reason, but if she didn’t give in to the aching throb between her legs she might actually die.

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New Science Fiction Romance--THE ENTITLED Excerpt

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How would it feel to be abducted by an alien?!!

THE ENTITLED

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Science Fiction Romance, Alien Abduction Romance

Available electronically at Amazon.com 

Price: $3.99

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Blurb:

After being turned down for an interstellar mission, Gelsey ends up going anyway when she is abducted by an alien.

CHOSEN AS MATE FOR A POWERFUL ALIEN WARRIOR

Aspiring astrophysicist Gelsey Dewitt is having a very bad day. First her professor dumps her in the middle of a seduction. Then, after a communication from another star system is received and translated by NASA, most of her student group is chosen to accept the invitation and will journey to an alien planet... but, alas, not her. As if that isn’t enough to ruin her day, then she is pursued by a persistent body-builder type of guy, Zaccheus, who doesn’t take “no” for an answer. When he offers to show her his secretive home, she inadvertently says “yes”. Then next thing Gelsey knows is that she wakes up as prisoner in a very strange place--a place with futuristic furniture, blue-tinged food, identical male quadruplets who think her feet are tiny, and broad, powerful Zaccheus who seems to have the hots for her. Where on God’s good Earth is she?

REFUSED AS MATE BY A PUNY TERRAN FEMALE

Proud Brhite Warrior, Zaccheus of the Fortis Gladius clan, a member of the Entitled ones on his planet, Brhin Primus, desires to become a Leader for his people. In order to accomplish his goal, he learns he must choose as mate a female from an inferior world, Terra. At first repulsed by the idea, he then vows to do what must be done since this female is foretold to become a savior for his suffering world. He travels to the lowly Terran planet and, as soon as he spots Gelsey, he knows she is the one. He does her the very greatest honor of selecting her for the Treaty of Union, but she... she has the audacity to refuse him, to reject him. How is Zaccheus supposed to become a Leader for his people and save Brhin Primus if Gelsey will not become his chosen mate?

Scene Set-Up:

Aspiring astrophysicist Gelsey Dewitt naps on a Hawaiian beach after her class. She wakes up to an odd feeling of being watched and then notices the body-builder man from yesterday who had stared at her without restrain. He walks into the bay water and then suddenly disappears. Worried, she swims out to rescue him.

EXCERPT

Under the shade of the hotel’s blue beach umbrella, Gelsey sprawled out on her huge beach towel. Half in and half out of the bright sunshine, she then napped intermittently.

This really was the life: snuggling on top of golden sands, basking in the warm glow of the sun, and catching up on her sleep.

She turned to lay on her back, closed her eyes, and allowed the healing sensations of sunshine rays to burn into her bikinied body.

One of the blessings of this beautiful resort was that she had complete privacy here, if she so desired. No one, not the hotel guests nor staff would... to crudely phrase it, “hit” on her in her scarcely dressed state.

The beach wasn’t crowded; it never was, but murmurs from some nearby sun worshipers traveled on the gentle breezes. The sounds grew fainter and fainter.

With a slight smile on her lips, Gelsey succumbed to the lure of sleep.

A dream intruded on her bliss. A nightmare, really. She felt a presence; someone staring down at her, raking his gaze over her bikini top and triangle bottom.

Her skin actually tingled. The tiny hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end.

“No,” she heard herself moan. She turned her head, which then caused her loose hair to fall across her face.

Maybe that sensation woke her up because the next second, she rolled up to a sitting position.

“Omigosh, that had been intense,” she murmured.

Gelsey rested her arms on top of her bent knees and scanned the waters. A rumble in her tummy reminded her that lunchtime was close, and then...

Then she saw him; she saw the mystery guy from yesterday. The one who had stared so hard, she’d felt the impact of his gaze. Wearing navy blue baggy swim trunks, he had his large, bare back and shoulders to her as he walked slowly, purposefully away from the shore and into the bay. Deeper and deeper. Perhaps he was headed for the coral reef?

The warm, turquoise waters eventually reached his shoulder blades, and as she watched, now up to his thick neck.

Why wasn’t he swimming? Why--

Oh good gosh! He disappeared from sight by sinking below the tropical waters!

Gelsey stared at the spot where he’d vanished. And then she widened her scope. Nothing. She saw nothing. That man was nowhere to be found.

She got to her feet. Not only didn’t she spot this man in the water, but no one on the beach was looking in that particular direction. No one noticed that he was gone.

It was up to her to rescue him.

Running in the direction she’d last seen him, she then hurriedly splashed into the refreshing waters. As soon as she was able, she used brisk strokes to swim to his last position.

She dove down, spinning around to peer through the crystal blue expanse of the bay, but nothing but sand and rocks greeted her.

Where was he?

Coming up for air, she filled her lungs and then dove down again. Squinting her eyes, she did a 360 and then... yes! There he was, a few feet in front of her, just hanging in the water like a limp rag doll. His eyes were closed and air bubbles floated up by his stern, dark head.

No time to lose! She curved her arm around his bulldog neck and with him nestled in the crook of her elbow, she pulled him up, heading for the surface.

Oh no! What? He fought her! He grabbed her forearm, yanked her away from his neck, and continued to hold her arm as if she had no strength at all.

For the briefest of seconds, she stared into his penetrating, dark eyes. Inhuman eyes. Then, without meaning to, she lost her supply of air!

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Susanne Marie Knight

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New Paranormal Romance--MY FAVORITE GHOST Excerpt

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For some frolicking fun, be sure to read, MY FAVORITE GHOST, an unusual paranormal romance!

MY FAVORITE GHOST

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance

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Blurb:

Is it possible to make love to a ghost?

HIS DREAM COME TRUE

Billionaire Timothy Bolland Carter is having a very interesting day... and night. First he finds out that he has a previously unknown great grandmother, Emaline, who is not only turning one hundred years old, but who also practices Appalachian Granny Magic. Then, he receives a wake-up call--literally. A very friendly... and passionate ghost visits his bed in the dark of the night. He doesn’t know the woman and she doesn’t let herself be seen. When morning arrives, not only is she gone but there’s absolutely no way she could have entered or departed from his penthouse apartment. She says she’s a ghost, but is she really? How can Carter find her again?

HER WORST NIGHTMARE

Doctor Gabrielle (Gabby) Rossi has her life on track. So what if she’s twenty-nine, single, with no special man on the horizon? When billionaire Timothy Bolland Carter arrives at her medical office to handle a cyber attack, she ignores him as if he had the plague. This man was responsible for “knocking up” and abandoning her best friend. But even though she gives him the cold shoulder, she can’t help but fantasize about indulging in some late night aerobics... in the privacy of her mind, of course. A couple of intense dreams later, and then... Wait a minute! How did she get pregnant?

Scene Set-Up:

Arriving at the medical offices of Health Solutions 4 Today, cyber security expert Timothy Bolland Carter wanders the hallway in search of his new client.

EXCERPT

Just as Carter was about to walk past an open room to the right of him, he heard a young voice, begging.

“Pease? Pease, Doctor Gabby, can’t you play another game w’me?”

Intrigued, he leaned against the threshold to peer inside. Wallpaper the color of a tropical forest impinged on his gaze, complete with colorful long-billed toucans, beautiful Monarch butterflies, a slow-as-a-tortoise turtle, and some adorably cute capuchin monkeys. Clever.

This room looked like it was in the middle of the Amazon--jungle, not retail center. Stacked against the walls were an assortment of games, figurines, toy cars, etc.

Carter smiled. Points regained due to this jungle-themed playroom for Health Solutions 4 Today clients’ children.

Sitting on the grass-styled carpet was a mere wisp of a girl with tiny pigtails. He’d guess she was only four. She had her hands clasped against her skinny chest and her lower lip was extended in a pout. Her small hand patted the game board of the ever-popular Candyland.

“Pease,” the little girl beseeched again.

The Doctor Gabby the girl was talking to also sat on the floor, her very shapely legs stretched out in front of her. With perfect posture, she regarded her young charge. The woman’s honey brown hair was pulled up into a bun, revealing a lovely curve of her neck. As for what she was wearing, he couldn’t tell. A white lab coat covered her outfit.

Her pert mouth beamed in a dazzling smile as she glanced at the young girl.

In truth, there was something about the woman that took his breath away.

“It’s time for us to clean up, Lana.” The woman suited her actions to her words and then set the game on the stack against the wall. “There. Now Candyland is ready for the next person to play it. So, give me your hand and we’ll go back to Ms. Abigail’s office where I’m sure your mother is waiting for you.”

Doctor Gabby gave the little girl a kiss on the forehead. “We can play Candyland again next time.”

Neither of them had seen him yet. From his position against the threshold, he was an observer, not a participant. He needed to change the equation so he interrupted. “This playroom makes me want to be a kid again.”

They both stared at him--him as an intruder. The little girl, Lana, stared with curious eyes, but Doctor Gabby, well, her grey eyes widened but not with pleasure. She recognized him; he could tell. Her eyes narrowed.

She got to her feet, brushed down her lab coat, and then looked at him. “Are you lost?”

What a delightful introduction! He had to laugh. “That’s a matter of debate. No, actually I had an appointment with Doctor Holmes.”

She pressed her plump lips together and nodded. “Yes, Doctor Holmes would’ve been here, but as it happens, his vacation to celebrate his fortieth wedding anniversary started this morning. By now he and his wife should be flying over the Pacific. Jack O’Connor will be talking with you.”

An informative and intelligent answer. He nodded back. “So you know who I am?”

If he wasn’t mistaken, and he wasn’t, her delicate nostrils flared for a brief second. She was annoyed with him. Actually annoyed. How very interesting. 

“Yes,” was all she said.

Then Lana pulled on Doctor Gabby’s arm. In response, the woman picked up the child to carry her. “Let’s get you back to your mother.”

In effect, he was dismissed. Him, the CEO of a Fortune 500 company? Unheard of.

An unusual emotion coursed through him. A yearning. A desire to be acknowledged by this young woman.

No. He wasn’t going to let her get away just yet. Even though her arms were full with a four-year-old child, her right hand was still free.

He extended his for a shake. “We haven’t been introduced. I’m Carter with CBP Enterprises.”

Her stormy grey eyes narrowed even further. Huffing a breath, she quickly completed the handshake and then disconnected. “And I’m Doctor Gabby. If you’ll excuse me, please.”

She walked away, carrying little Lana into the corridor and out of sight.

The next thing he heard was the sound of her voice floating down the hallway. “Jack, you look like you’ve lost someone. I believe you’ll find him in the playroom.”

Carter grinned. He had to get to know this Doctor Gabby better.

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Delta's Diary #LesbianDiaries by Giselle Renarde

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Delta's Diary
The Lesbian Diaries, Book 11
by Giselle Renarde

Can a big-city butch find community in a small town? 

Delta's sunk about as far as she can go when she moves in with her brother. He's in the same boat: his wife just left him and he's down in the dumps. They don't do much to cheer each other up, but at least co-existence is peaceful. 

When Delta crashes the town's Friday Night Queer Club, the girl she's got the hots for is not the one who wants her back. How she ends up with a girlfriend she doesn't even like is anyone's guess, but that's not the only thing ruining her chances with the femme of her dreams. Her crush claims to be straight, and she doesn't exactly ingratiate herself by doubting Melanie's word. 

Even when you've hit rock bottom, you can always sink lower. If there's one thing Delta knows how to do, it's burn bridges. 

How will Delta untangle the mess she's created when she's running on nothing but street-smarts and grit? 

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Rylie's face fell. She asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing was wrong, but I guess she didn't buy that because she immediately started to cry. So I asked her why she was crying, and she said it was because she'd stripped naked and I was still standing there in my coat and boots. If I were genuinely attracted to her, I'd have thrown off my winter gear and attacked her like a lion pouncing on a gazelle.

I told her I don't attack people, no matter how attracted I am to them.

She sniffled and wiped both eyes with the back of her hand. I've got to admit, I liked the way her chest hitched as she whimpered. It was a strangely good look.

I kicked off my boots and unzipped my coat, asking where I should hang it. She'd flung her own jacket over the back of a chair. I couldn't see a closet.

“Just anywhere,” she said, so I piled my coat and hat and mitts on top of my grocery bags on the floor.

Rylie went to the bathroom to blow her nose, and I wandered into the main room. There wasn't much to the place, but I bet she appreciated having a whole apartment to herself, even if it was small. I sometimes miss having my own space, although Chris isn't bad to share a house with. He keeps to himself and I keep to myself. We're good like that.

When Rylie emerged, her hair was a little neater, although it still looked scraggly. She'd put on shiny pink lip gloss that didn't suit her at all, but she was clearly proud of it because she puckered as she approached me.

“You didn't take off your clothes,” she said.

I told her, “Yeah, I'm not likely to.”

She looked hurt again.

She was a small-town girl living in a lonely world, so I asked her, “Have you ever been with a big-city dyke?”

Her eyes went wide. I guess that was my answer.

“Have you ever been with anyone?”

“I'm gay,” she said. Her bottom lip quivered. “You can't tell me I'm not, because I am. I know I am.”

“Nobody's arguing with you,” I said, reaching gently for her arm. Her bare skin felt surprisingly warm, but maybe my hands were just cold from being outside. “I'm trying to figure out how experienced you are, that's all. I know you're gay. You told me you're gay and I believe you. I'm not gonna challenge you on that.”

Okay, so clearly she'd never been to bed with a woman, and she probably hadn't even been to bed with a dude, but if she didn't want to disclose her sexual history, that was fine.

Moving right along.

“How old are you?” I asked.

She mumbled, “Twenty-three.”

Jesus. Twenty-three.

“Cool, cool,” I said, but I'd never been the older party before and it made my stomach clench. I still felt too young to be in this position, but maybe everyone feels that way. I don't know.

She said, “I work. I pay my rent. I'm entirely self-sufficient.”

“Cool, cool,” I repeated, though I had no idea what that had to do with anything. This chick had gone from puppy dog to rottweiler and I wasn't sure why. I guess she felt like I was challenging her, and maybe I was. I probably should have just left, but, again, I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

And, again, she was completely naked.

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New Romantic Suspense--OFF THE GRID Excerpt

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Get away from it all! Go... OFF THE GRID! My newest Romantic Suspense is now available.

OFF THE GRID

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Romantic Suspense; Woman-In-Jeopardy

Available electronically at Amazon.com and Smashwords.com

Price: $4.99

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Blurb:

Running from her mother’s killers, Jean goes into hiding. A chance meeting with a small town’s chief of police upsets not only her escape plans but also changes her life.

SHE’S GOT TO RUN

Up-and-coming New York fashion designer, Jean, discovers her mother has not only been murdered, but she had also been leading a life of crime. Whoever killed her mom is now after Jean. Changing her identity, Jean takes to the road, looking for a place to hide, a place she can be safe. Midway across the country, she stops to get gas, and instead gets a second chance. She’s taken under a kind stranger’s wing--Uncle Nick--and is offered sanctuary at an off the grid cabin. The hitch? Uncle Nick’s handsome nephew is the chief of police who’s interested in pursuing the intriguing newcomer.

HE’S GOT TO STOP HER

Chief of Police Lawrence Crenshaw is not only single, he’s sworn off women. With his family history, no good ever came from a marriage union. Then the mysterious Jean comes to town. She’s not only trouble, she’s in trouble, but she refuses to confide in him. Wooing her slowly, he tries to convince Jean that not only can he keep her safe, but that she belongs by his side. Does a small town cop stand a chance at love with a New York City gal?

Scene Set-Up:

Police Chief Lawrence Crenshaw gets a call from his uncle to drive to a gas station because there is something interesting for him to see. The “something interesting” turns out to be an intriguing female motorist.

EXCERPT

Easing out of the SUV, Captain Lawrence Crenshaw stood for a moment, adjusted his gun holster on his belt, and then straightened his sunglasses. Although the time was nearly five o’clock, it was still as hot as blazes. The dying rays of the Missouri sun seemed to be just as strong as it had been midday. At this angle, the rays glinted off his golden captain’s badge.

The woman stared at him; he knew that as surely as if he could see her eyes. The stare wasn’t a flattering one. Hostile would’ve been a better word. He felt her antagonism, even at this distance.

The corner of his mouth curved up in amusement, but then he flattened his lips. Members of the fairer sex typically didn’t look at him with suspicion. He was more familiar with the greeting of open arms and yeah, open legs.

He approached the gas pump.

Uncle Nick opened his mouth to speak, but Lawrence forestalled him. He jabbed his chin in the woman’s direction. “You J. R. Walters?”

“Jean. Yes. And you must be Chief Crenshaw. Nice to meet you.”

Feeling ornery, he corrected her. “Captain Crenshaw, officially.”

Her lips thinned. “Right. I’ll be going now.” She took a step toward her car.

He held up his hand. “Ma’am.” That one word brooked no argument.

She turned her head in his direction. “Yes?”

“You from New Hampshire?”

“No.” She cleared her throat. “From New York.”

“City?”

She nodded.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so? Why the New Hampshire plates?”

The tip of her pink tongue slid over her top lip, obviously an anxious gesture. Heaven help him, the very sight sent an urge down below his belt.

She responded, “I recently bought this car from a friend.”

He noted her voice was edged with nervousness. “Where are you headed?”

Her well-formed eyebrows lowered to a vee. “That’s none of your business... Captain. I just stopped here for gas. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to be getting on my way.”

During this exchange, Uncle Nick avidly watched like it was a damn ping-pong match. “Now, Lawrence, don’t be upsettin’ Jeannie so. She’s not on the lam, hey? Just lookin’ to find a place for the night. Long drive from New York, eh? Told her no vacancies from here to Ralford City and plumb beyond, ’cuz of the festival.”

A bead of sweat appeared on the woman’s forehead to then zigzag a dance down her temple. She swiped it away and then blinked. “Um, I’ve got to... sit down.”

“Let’s get you to your car.” Uncle Nick slid his hand up the firm skin on her arm to then grip her under the armpit. He headed with her in the direction of her car.

Even with the support, the woman, Jean, stumbled. “So... sorry,” she mumbled. Her head drooped.

Uncle Nick waved him over. “Give me a hand, Lawrence. Poor gal’s dead on her feet. Told her she can room with me--just for the night, y’know. Thought maybe you could convince her I’m just being neighborly, that’s all. So she’d be reassured.”

“No, no.” Jean sagged to the side. Her knees bent. “No, I’ve got to...”

Whatever the woman had to do would have to wait. Lawrence scooped her up, one hand under her bare knees and the other around her small waist. She didn’t weigh much, and truth be told, carrying her was a pleasurable sensation. His work didn’t usually provide enjoyable duties.

He bit back a grin. Me Tarzan, you Jane, or rather Jean!

Heaven help him, he honestly couldn’t help spreading his fingers out along her smooth lower thigh to enjoy more of the feel of her skin.

She didn’t protest; but then again how could she? She was out--completely out. Her head lolled against his shoulder like a heavy weight, and her lips rested against the thick cord of his neck. He felt her hot breath on his skin.

Hell. He couldn’t help the sear of desire wiggling down his spine.

But this beauty was just a temporary diversion--a blip on the radar. He had no need for any complications in his life. Or rather, any more complications in his life. Not from New York. Not from New Hampshire. Not even from Missouri. Not for a minute. His plate was not only full, it was overflowing.

He turned to his uncle, now by his side. “Now what, Uncle Nick? Tell me, what have you gotten me into this time?”

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