Paranormal powers – which would you like to have? #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticParanormal #TheCraving #TheWanderersSeries

If given the option, which paranormal power would you choose for yourself? To be able to fly and bend steel like Superman? To conjure things up or make them disappear like Samantha in the old Bewitched series?


Or would you prefer to fade into the background like the Invisible Man?

With those questions in mind, I pondered which supernatural gifts to give my characters in The Wanderers series, erotic paranormals. Dark magic was a definite YES, along with curses and spells. I also threw mind control and telekinesis into the mix.

The Craving, book two in the series, arrives November 28.


Series blurb:

Beware the Wanderers

Steeped in the occult, the Wanderers is a secretive, nomadic group that use their powers to achieve whatever they seek. Incantations, mind control, and dark magic are their specialty. Victims will lose possessions without warning, seemingly eager to have their wealth stolen. Should they later complain, their health, sanity, and even their lives will end. No one dares defy a member…or poses a threat to what that individual desires whether it’s riches, power, or especially love. Beware the Wanderer who lusts. There is no freedom from their boundless carnal hunger. Hiding within plain sight, they walk among the unsuspecting, prepared to pounce. Only those individuals with paranormal powers have a chance against evil so old and ruthless few have escaped its destructive end.

The Craving blurb:

She’s everything he’s desired… He’s the one man she shouldn’t crave.

Knowing the danger the Wanderers pose, Erica Vega intends to hunt down the mysterious group steeped in dark magic, curses and mind control. As a Deputy U.S. Marshal she has the law behind her, along with her telekinetic powers. Let the chase and battle begin.

Not so fast. Her superior forbids her to go after any Wanderer, instead ordering her to work cold cases with her new partner Lucian Navari.

Tall, dark and hotter than sin, Lucian doesn’t play by the book. He has his own agenda and agrees to help Erica hunt Wanderers on the sly where he and she can be up close and personal.

Erica’s not one to mix duty with pleasure, but he’s impossible to resist in too damn many ways. As they investigate an elusive Wanderer, nothing is as it appears – she can’t trust what she sees or believes. Lies masquerade as truth, deception rules while she and Lucian grow closer in a carnal dance that will change their lives.



Check out The Yearning – book one



To break this curse, they’ll have to turn the heat up…way up.

Jasmine Dante prowls Key West’s nightlife, fighting a losing battle against a jealous rival’s curse that forces her to seek carnal pleasure, no matter the danger. Weakened from lack of sleep, driven by insatiable lust, she spots a man who stirs her desperate craving, and begins yet another dance of seduction.

Except the dark stranger who returns her direct stare is no ordinary lover. Inside his powerful body lies a raw sexuality that just might be enough to break her curse. There’s only one way to find out: imprison him in her bed and feed on his passion.

Former Deputy U.S. Marshal Mike Stearn is many things, but he’s no woman’s sex slave. The deadly telekinetic power he ruthlessly suppresses comes alive again at Jasmine’s touch. Beneath her bold, potent sensuality, he senses vulnerability and desperation. He may be in handcuffs, but she’s the one who’s enslaved.

As Mike resurrects his power to free himself so he can find the curse’s source and defeat it, Jasmine revels in his masterful rule. Her ravenous yearning evolves into rapture as she surrenders to his hunger, her darkest needs—and the emotional connection that lies beyond. Unless the curse takes her life first…


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New Lesbian Romance Release from Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi folks,

I’m just stopping by to let you know about a lesbian romance short story I just released – Finally Found. Here’s the skinny (and don’t you just love that cover?!):

Natalia has been in love with her best friend Ashleigh for years, ever since they were housemates at university. Unfortunately, circumstances, and then Natalia’s unwillingness to jeopardise their friendship, mean that she has never confessed her feelings, choosing instead to be grateful for the close relationship they do have. However, on a weekend away together, a bottle or two of wine and an erotic book place the girls in a highly charged sexual situation. Will Natalia make a move, or is she too afraid to rock the boat and risk losing Ashleigh altogether?

Please note: This story was previously published as part of the Lover Unexpected: Sappho Edition anthology

Like the sound of this? Grab your copy here:

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

COMING SOON FROM @AuthorLynnBurke and @EvernightPub #EliteEscorts SECOND GO-ROUND!


Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Erotic Romance from Author Lynn Burke!


Nothing like Sunday mornings, a pot of coffee, and sports talk radio on TV. While Mike and Mike chatted about the Pats, I sucked down caffeine hoping it would infused my blood stream so I wouldn’t have to prop my eyelids open with toothpicks.

Talk about a lousy lay.

I swallowed down more coffee and shook my head, my mind flitting to memories of my date the night before. The sexual-charged energy over the dinner table. The grinding of his huge hard-on against my hip while dancing amidst strobe lights and thumping bass. The anticipation as I dragged him into my apartment at two in the morning…

The guy didn’t know how to use the package between his legs he’d been blessed with. That, and his complete lack of hand and mouth use just about killed it for me. And, not in a good way. He just stuck it in and went to town getting his own rocks off.

Boring with a capital B.

I stifled a yawn and frowned. Shouldn’t have been surprised. Every man I’d been out with since losing my virginity years earlier had pretty much proven to be the same. Hype, energy, then disappointment. Sure, I got off on occasion, but only because I had to help them get the job done.

You’d have thought I ripped his heart out when I sent him out the door the night before, declining his suggestion of another date. No thank you.

Broken heart number…fifty? Sixty? Whatever the answer, he joined all the men I’d left hanging or begging for a second chance. The few who did happen to talk me into another try ended up as a similar blip on my past’s radar.

I’d been called all kinds of names over the years, most being uncomplimentary, regardless of how truthful they might be. Those who knew me best, pitied the men who went out with me, fools who would without a doubt end up with a broken heart.