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Happy Book Birthday Avelynn: The Edge of Faith!

I am thrilled to announce the official release of Avelynn: The Edge of Faith. A brand new stand-alone historical romance, and book two in the Avelynn series!


You can grab a copy of this awesome new book online at your favorite retailers!

Amazon Canada

Amazon US

Barnes and Noble

Chapters Indigo

Right now, there’s a wicked deal on the ebook! It’s  a limited time offer, so grab your copy today!


And to help build the excitement, here’s a little teaser to whet the appetite for more. 😀


Happy reading!

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Sexy Sneak Peek at Avelynn #2

Who wants a sexy sneak peek at Avelynn #2?
I’m knee-deep in edits right now. Here’s what I was working on today.
Enjoy. 😀

You missed a spot

He stood beside the tub and gazed inside. A smile spread across his face. A blush stole across mine. “Has she washed you?”

The deep thrum of his voice stirred more than the surface of the water. I was suddenly famished, though it had little do to with sustenance. “No.”

He lifted the sponge. “May I?”

I nodded, my mouth parched of an answer.

He ladled out the soap, squeezing and working the paste into the myriad of holes before dipping the sponge into the water. Sudsy bubbles trickled to the surface as he lifted it back out. “Stand for me.”

Gripping the sides, I rose out of the water, conscious of his heated gaze. He stood behind me and brushed the hair from my shoulder. Fingertips trailed down my arm, and the sponge lighted against my skin. It had an odd texture. The fibers slightly coarse, invigorated my skin, while the soap glided over my body, slippery and smooth. His fastidious attention laved my arms and back until his focus shifted. It lingered on my backside and his free hand cupped and squeezed. The sponge dipped lower, poised to slide between my thighs. His advance halted. I inhaled sharply as yearning pooled just beyond his reach.

“Face me.”

I submitted, and the sponge swept across hip, and waist, working its way down to my belly. For a breath it hovered below my navel then swept lower, riding the edge of pleasure promised. My legs quivered, and longing ignited my body. I needed that sponge to dip a fraction more. He was so close. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

“Hold still or the washing will take longer.”

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Wanton Demands

When I first set out to write the second book in the AVELYNN series, I had toyed with the idea of giving Alrik his own POV.  In the end, I cut the scene along with some 30,000 other words. But I thought, hey, you guys might enjoy a little peek into Alrik’s world, or mind, or pants so to speak. 😀

Wanton Demands

Gods she was a vixen. Teasing, cajoling. He had no power in her bed. He was helpless, lured by her eyes, transfixed by her body. He released the belt at his waist and removed his tunic, setting them both neatly at the head of the bed. Finding her ready and wet he slid inside her, groaning in pleasure. She gripped him tightly, his cock finding no room to spare as he pulled back slightly, each stroke a vise of pleasure wrapping around him. He was careful, easing in and out until her legs softened—his cue to push deeper. Her back arched; a throaty gasp followed. Each sound she purred only made him harder, his need for her more urgent. He pulled out, hovering on the edge before driving deep inside her. He kept the pace slow, his body slick with the sweat of restraint, as he pushed her to the edge of wantonness, watching her blossom and open to him, her body making its own demands of his flesh.

In gratitude,

Marissa xo