BIO


Emily Ryan-Davis writes sexy romance for Ellora's Cave and Freya's Bower. She lives in Maryland with her loving husband and hateful guinea pig. On any given day, you can find her shopping (online or in stores), chatting/writing (the pair go hand in hand, can't have one without the other), knitting (or buying yarn) or mocking her husband's comic collection (while parenthetically wondering why comics haven't upgraded to the e-book age; imagine all the extra space she'd have). Occasionally she picks up her mandolin, but mostly she just ignores it. You won't find her paying attention to current events or the latest celebrity gossip because writing stories is her way of pretending it doesn't matter that she doesn't know how to use the television remote.


Emily's favorite to-read authors are Megan Hart, Terry Pratchett, JR Ward and Orson Scott Card. She loves sexy, magical, funny, and intense stories, but especially enjoys immersing herself in the breathless intensity of a "with feeling" love scene. She can't pick a genre (decision-making issues!) so writes in whatever setting calls to her at any given time: contemporary paranormal, historical western, medieval Europe, gothic France—if she can imagine a strong emotional attraction existing in a particular place or time, chances are she'll write the story.


Visit Emily at http://www.emilyryandavis.com

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All the Trees in Pearl
by Emily Ryan-Davis




Signed and paid for by one brother.

Ethan Carver didn't order a wife, but he couldn't turn away from Margaret Redde's lush mouth and proper manners. Could he keep up his brother's deception and make her stay?

Set on fire by the other.

She wanted security and didn't care where it came from - one brother was as good as the other - until Ethan touched her. One night in his arms changed everything. His hot kisses sent her up in flames and taught her desires she didn't know she possessed.

EXCERPT

(You can find excerpts for "All the Trees in Pearl" at Ellora's Cave and at Emily's website, in addition to this special X-cerpt!)


He turned toward her. He couldn't help himself. Once he had the picture of her slim, straight back in his head, he had to satisfy his eyes. A pang of guilt struck him. He leaned over her, deliberately pinned her bright tangle of hair under his elbow, and drew his fingertip down the seam of her ass. She jerked and arched her hips away from him.
"Come here," he persisted in a voice too rough for polite company. "I do right by my women and I haven't done right by you yet."
"You married me," she said. Her thighs pressed together, teaming up to keep him at bay. It didn't matter. The way she bent her knees and drew them up to her chest, he had all the access he needed. He twirled a soft tuft of ginger hair between his fingertips. The curls were wet from his pleasure. He wanted them wet from hers.
"Let me do it right," he whispered. A sharp little tug on the captured curl made her gasp.
She rolled as far onto her stomach as she could, given the hold he had on the rest of her hair. At first, Ethan thought she really was trying to get away from him. The way she pulled her knee up farther though, opened her little pink pussy to his touch.
"It's not seemly," she said.
He arched an eyebrow in the dark, seconds away from gliding his finger down between her lips. "What's not?"
"Twice in one night."