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Zoey Derrick is a Best Selling Author of Contemporary, Erotic, Erotic Romance and Paranormal Romance from Glendale Arizona. She was once a mortgage underwriter and she now writes full time.
She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true. Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.



Illicit (Sin City Outlaws Book 4) by M.N. Forgy releases on July 27th!
**Can be read as a standalone**
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I’m an animal, a member of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club that isn’t capable of human compassion. So I’ve been told anyway.
Raven is my club’s prisoner. I’ve been ordered to break her. It should be easy given my violent history. But being this close to a woman—this woman—for the first time in a long time, is like sharing company with the demon Lilith herself.
She’s my perfect toy. Filled with a dark rage. Blessed with perfected beauty. Sinfully sweet and wickedly divine. Everything about her solicits the demons inside me
I want to hear her screams. I want those big, dark eyes looking up at me—silently begging me for mercy. I want to be her heaven…and her hell.
My desire for her is forbidden. My infatuation is illicit. I’m betraying my club.
And if the wage of my sin is death, then this woman is going to get me killed.



M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.




Maggie Jane Schuler is a wife, mother of three almost-grown children, and teacher by day. While she has always loved to read, the thought of writing her own prose did not strike until she was in the middle of writing her Master’s Thesis. From that point on she was hooked.
She Resides in Southern California. Besides the family and books, she loves baseball. Since the Dodgers, Angels, and Padres are all within a short distance, and the Giants and Athletics a nice weekend jaunt away, she’s got plenty of games to take in during the season. Additionally, she enjoys cooking, movies, the beach, and the local mountains. She’s most content being with her family engaged in whatever activity they have planned.



“Wait!” I called just as he was about to walk out the door.
“Yes?” He inquired over his shoulder.
“What are you getting out of this? I mean, what do I owe you?” I asked, remembering he’d never revealed just why he was doing this.
He chuckled disarmingly. “It’s too late for that, Monsoon. You showed me your cards without asking me to show mine. I take what I want, when I want it. I don’t reveal my secrets for nothing in return, and no matter what I want from you, you won’t be able to stop me from taking it even if I was to tell you what it is. So, really, there’s no point in you knowing. Just be ready to deliver, when I demand,” he declared with smoldering eyes.




Beck silenced me with a kiss, and it was as if the past fifteen years never happened. In a matter of seconds, I was a teenager again, madly in love with a damaged boy, desperate to do anything to save him. Beck’s lips parted mine with greedy urgency, his tongue delving, exploring, tasting. His longer fingers trailed along my thigh, sending a tingle straight between my legs. I’d had three boyfriends since Beck, and had sex probably hundreds of times, but Beck was still different. He was right, you never forget your first. The aching, the lust, the hormones, the insanity. Beck devoured my mouth, and I let him, because I had no other choice. My body had already made up its own mind, and I was no longer in control. I was a slave to my desires, and my desires ached to possess him. Beck gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me until I straddled his lap. Then he tugged my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. Reaching around me, he squeezed my ass cheeks through my pants before pushing me down on the floor and pulling those off too. I helped him kick off my pants until I lay facing him, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy pink underwear and a matching bra.
“Fuck me,” Beck swore. “You’re a goddess.”
“Don’t just stare.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Terri. I’m sorry I waited fifteen years to tell you that again.” Beck lunged for me, his mouth dancing across my neck, nibbling, licking, sucking. “I need to make up for lost time. So let me start by telling you again, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I would die for the privilege of worshipping your body every single fucking day of my life.”


The one man she’s always wanted is now the sexy sheriff of their hometown.
Battered but not broken, grad student Brianna Avery returns to the childhood home she abandoned four years ago. With her abusive ex behind bars, Bree needs the summer to relax and recover before returning to school. But her overprotective brother decides she needs someone to babysit her in his absence, and he picks the one person guaranteed to drive her nuts.
She’s the one woman he can’t have.
Telling Bree no has never been easy. Four years ago, Liam Hollister did it to preserve his friendship with his best friend—Brianna’s brother. Now, no matter how she tempts him, he’s determined to do the right thing. As deputy sheriff of their rural area, Liam is torn between protecting Brianna and wanting her for himself.
Take a risk or lose the chance.
Spending so much time alone together challenges them both. Old feelings and hurts resurface immediately. With each hot, sweaty day it’s harder to deny their attraction.
It’s going to be a long, hot summer.

Bullets & Bonfires is a complete stand-alone, but if you’re familiar with my Lost Kings MC series, Teller and Murphy make brief appearances throughout.

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LIAM
Rage boils inside me at the sight of the once-vibrant girl in my arms. Big, bug-eyed sunglasses or not, I caught another glimpse of the bruises on her face before she buried her head against my chest.
“Tell me what happened, Bree. Who did this to you?”
Her muffled whimper makes me regret questioning her so soon. But I have to know who did this so I can plan how to kill them.
My hands curl into fists and I struggle to straighten them out and keep running them over Bree’s back. If I could carry her pain, I’d do it. No question.
She flinches, and I hesitate. Where else is she hurt? An unfamiliar, out-of-control sensation threatens to blow the top of my head off as I consider the possibilities.
Nothing in my professional training prepared me for this. Maybe that makes me a shitty cop. I don’t know. I’ve dealt with DV victims before. Locked up plenty of husbands who were too quick with their fists.
It made me angry every single time.
But nothing like this.
“Honey,” I say gently, trying to keep my voice calm and professional. “Is Chad the one who hurt you?”
It’ll take everything in me not to hunt Chad down and beat the living fuck out of him if he did this to my little Bree. I need to know every single detail so I can fix this for her.
One more sniffle from Bree threatens to shatter me, and I wrap my arms around her tighter.
Against my body, she seems fragile and tiny. What kind of “man” hurts a woman?
Slowly, she unwraps her arms from around my waist before I’m ready to let her go.
Shoving the sunglasses up and settling them on top of her head, she brushes a few stray tears off her cheeks. One look at the full extent of the bruising sends me back into murderous-rage territory.
She must sense my fury, because she quickly tugs the sunglasses back down. “It looks worse than it feels. I’m okay, really.”
I was in enough fights as a teenager to know she’s lying. Her bright blue eyes may have temporarily lost the sparkle I remember, but her courage reassures me.
“Thank you for being here, Liam.”
“I’m always here for you.” Sure wish I’d been there to prevent this.
Our eyes lock and I nod, hoping to encourage her to tell me what happened. “Tell me the truth. Did Chad do this?” I ask again.
She nods slowly and I suck in a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. “Where is he now?”
“Empire County Jail,” she whispers.
“Good.”
My eyes take more of her in. I haven’t seen her in at least two years. Bree isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s grown into a stunning woman.
A woman who just got knocked around by her boyfriend, dickhead.
“Please don’t—”
“Don’t what, Bree?”
“Get involved. He’s in jail and the judge denied bail. I’ll be fine. I’m okay,” she says, but I’m not sure if she’s trying convince herself or convince me.
Okay my ass.
Unwanted memories of her high school graduation flood my brain. Sweet little Bree had curled herself around my body, stared up into my face, and informed me she wasn’t a kid any more before asking me to be her first. Like an idiot, I’d given in and kissed her. Wanted to do a hell of a lot more.
Vince catching his best friend making out with his sister behind their house had not gone over well.
In the academy, I’d been tasered, tear-gassed, and pepper-sprayed, but pushing Bree away to save my friendship with her brother remains the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Because I really, really wanted to be her first.
How would things have turned out if I’d followed my instincts? Told my best friend to fuck off, mind his own business. Explained that I was crazy about his sister and he better suck it up?
But she was barely out of high school. About to leave for college when I had no plans to leave our small town. She was off limits in so many ways.
Now, she’s home to recover from something horrible. Not to be manhandled. No matter how much I want to keep my arms around her, I have to let her go. It’s the right thing to do.
She’s not only Vince’s little sister, she’s my friend. And I want—no, I need—to do everything possible to help her through this.
Coming on to her is not helpful. It’s not what a good friend would do.
“I don’t have a key anymore, so I guess that’s why Vince called you?”
I’m struggling here. Unsure of which role to slip into. Detached cop consoling a victim? Friend? More-than-friend?
Definitely not the last one.

Autumn believes true love stories never end. She’s easily amused, a procrastinator and loves romances with true alpha heroes who cherish the sassy women they fall in love with. Her past lives include baking cookies, slinging shoes, and practicing law. Playing with her imaginary friends is her favorite job so far. Autumn prefers to write her romances on the classy side of dirty, and she’s a sucker for a filthy-talking, demanding alpha male hero. The bigger the better.