BIO
Born a coal miner’s daughter, B.J. McCall lives on the beautiful Central Coast of
California. Multi-published in Ebook and print, B.J. writes sensual romance in contemporary, futuristic and paranormal genres.
A perfect day includes writing the final chapter of a book and spotting dolphins or whales playing offshore.
The phrase “do what you love” applies to B.J. She loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them.
Website: http://www.bjmccall.com/
Born a coal miner’s daughter, B.J. McCall lives on the beautiful Central Coast of
California. Multi-published in Ebook and print, B.J. writes sensual romance in contemporary, futuristic and paranormal genres.
A perfect day includes writing the final chapter of a book and spotting dolphins or whales playing offshore.
The phrase “do what you love” applies to B.J. She loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them.
Website: http://www.bjmccall.com/
Lunar Eclipse
BUY LINK
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=837
Blurb
Canon Ross seeks his birthright, to live among his mother's pack. Reluctantly, received Canon is establishing his place in the pack until he's seduced by a she-wolf.
Violet Winter's father has decided it's time for her to settle down. Violet wants to mate for love and has refused to bend to his will. Brought before the pack elders, Violet is told to choose a mate by the conclusion of the lunar eclipse.
Sex with the unacceptable half-breed during the eclipse was an act of defiance, meant to demonstrate her independence, but the flames ignited aren't easily extinguished and Canon Ross isn't going to be a werewolf easy to dismiss.
Excerpt
“Wow!” Violet Winter glanced at her friend, Macy.” You weren't kidding.”
Her gaze returned to the half-naked hunk climbing a ladder. Like the rest of the construction crew working in the blazing afternoon heat, the guy had taken off his shirt.
“Nice butt.”
“Thought you'd appreciate it.“
Reaching the top of the ladder, the well-built worker stepped onto a framing beam providing Violet with a full frontal view.
She sucked in a breath. “He is serious eye candy.”
Macy laughed. “Now you know why I've been running in the afternoon instead of in the morning.”
His golden skin glistening with sweat, the hunk pulled a gray bandanna out of the back pocket of his cut-off jeans. Raising arms bulging with muscles, he raked his black hair off his forehead and tied the bandanna around his head. A triangle of dark hair was sprinkled across his chest, descending in a narrow strip down his belly and disappearing beneath the metal button of the frayed cut offs.
Ohhhhhh, God.
“Does Jack know about this?”
“Raising three wild boys entitles me to a daily treat. I just look, never touch, but I'm gonna be real disappointed when this house is finished being built.”
Muscles rippling, the hunk picked up a nail gun and secured a two-by-four.
“Who is he?”
“Trouble.”
Violet's insides went molten. “Define trouble.”
“He's the half-breed everyone is gossiping about.”
“They didn't say he was built like a god.”
Earthly Pleasure by B.J. McCall
Jewels of the Nile I anthology
Available in Ebook and Print
Blurb:
Renee Tremaine maintains a sanctuary, a place for celestial warriors to rest and recuperate on Earth. A late night summons from a wounded warrior sends her rushing to his aid, but this wounded warrior demands more than medical assistance and his mission will change her life.
Chosen by the Celestial Council to seed the female called Renee, Itan intends to perform his task well and complete his mission. When his Earth duty transforms into heavenly pleasure this battle-hardened warrior is destined to lose his heart.
Excerpt
Suddenly self-conscious of her state and unable to explain her actions, Renee set up. Her panties were lying on the floor. At the moment Itan had ripped them off, she practically melted from the intensity of heat between them.
She scrambled off the bed and adjusted her skirt.
“Going somewhere?”
She considered remaining with him, but decided to seek the isolated comfort of her own bed. It wasn't as though they were lovers or even friends. Now that his needs were satisfied, he'd want to sleep. Healing and rest were the reason the sanctuaries existed. Renee told him she'd see him in the morning.
Before she taken two steps, he'd wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. Holding her against his chest, he carried her back to the bed. Kneeling, they faced one another. Renee wondered what he intended to do next. The anticipation of his actions brought a whole new heat.
From the moment she'd laid eyes on him, she'd reacted like an animal in heat.
Grasping the hem of her chemise top, he pulled it up and over her head. His gaze focused on her bare breasts. Without saying a word, he reached out his right hand and touched his fingertips to her breast. The tender, yet sensual, exploration set her pulse to racing. His thumb slid over her nipple. The magic of that simple caress brought forth a sharp gasp, and when he removed his hand, Renee wanted to cry out in protest.
Eager to feel flesh against flesh, Renee unzipped her skirt. The skirt and shoes discarded, his gaze slid over her body and his hands followed with gentle caresses. He molded his palms to her breasts, cupping and lifting, raking his thumbs over her nipples until they were firm, responsive points of pleasure. His fingers danced over her skin as he caressed a path down her torso to her hips. Splaying a hand across her belly, he fanned his fingertips through the curls guarding her sex.
“You're as soft as an angel.”
The tone of his husky exclamation and the admiration burning in his eyes told Renee she pleased him. And she wanted to please him. She didn't know anything about Itan except he carried an honored family name, but she wanted this warrior more than she'd wanted any man.
Itan drew her to him, crushing her breasts to his chest. This close, his scent enveloped her. Her heart pounded, her skin tingled and her pussy pulsed.
Renee wrapped her thighs around his waist and rubbed her breasts against the solid wall of his chest. If she were a cat, she would have purred.
Guiding her onto her back, he remained on his knees with his gaze locked on her pussy. Leaning down, he touched his tongue to her throbbing flesh. Clasping his head in her hands, Renee lifted her hips in silent submission. With a gentle thrust, he tongued her heated flesh. A hot flick to her clit made her gasp and shudder, left her dancing along a delicious edge. Catching the bud between his lips, he suckled her to trembling completion.
Her sex still quivering, he lifted his head. The deep fire of desire burning in his eyes was confirmed as he sat up and rested his buttocks on his heels. Reaching out, Renee curled her fingers around his swelling cock and stroked his hot flesh from root to tip.
Gently, she circled the broad head with the pad of her thumb, bringing forth a bead of moisture.
Groaning, Itan grasped her by the waist and lifted her onto one hard-muscled thigh. She threw her arms around his neck.
“Your wounds.”
He guided her legs around his waist and balanced her butt in his hands. “What wounds?”
Grasping his cock, she positioned the tip to her throbbing center. “You should rest.”
“Want to make me feel better? Ride me hard.”
Blurb:
Renee Tremaine maintains a sanctuary, a place for celestial warriors to rest and recuperate on Earth. A late night summons from a wounded warrior sends her rushing to his aid, but this wounded warrior demands more than medical assistance and his mission will change her life.
Chosen by the Celestial Council to seed the female called Renee, Itan intends to perform his task well and complete his mission. When his Earth duty transforms into heavenly pleasure this battle-hardened warrior is destined to lose his heart.
Excerpt
Suddenly self-conscious of her state and unable to explain her actions, Renee set up. Her panties were lying on the floor. At the moment Itan had ripped them off, she practically melted from the intensity of heat between them.
She scrambled off the bed and adjusted her skirt.
“Going somewhere?”
She considered remaining with him, but decided to seek the isolated comfort of her own bed. It wasn't as though they were lovers or even friends. Now that his needs were satisfied, he'd want to sleep. Healing and rest were the reason the sanctuaries existed. Renee told him she'd see him in the morning.
Before she taken two steps, he'd wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. Holding her against his chest, he carried her back to the bed. Kneeling, they faced one another. Renee wondered what he intended to do next. The anticipation of his actions brought a whole new heat.
From the moment she'd laid eyes on him, she'd reacted like an animal in heat.
Grasping the hem of her chemise top, he pulled it up and over her head. His gaze focused on her bare breasts. Without saying a word, he reached out his right hand and touched his fingertips to her breast. The tender, yet sensual, exploration set her pulse to racing. His thumb slid over her nipple. The magic of that simple caress brought forth a sharp gasp, and when he removed his hand, Renee wanted to cry out in protest.
Eager to feel flesh against flesh, Renee unzipped her skirt. The skirt and shoes discarded, his gaze slid over her body and his hands followed with gentle caresses. He molded his palms to her breasts, cupping and lifting, raking his thumbs over her nipples until they were firm, responsive points of pleasure. His fingers danced over her skin as he caressed a path down her torso to her hips. Splaying a hand across her belly, he fanned his fingertips through the curls guarding her sex.
“You're as soft as an angel.”
The tone of his husky exclamation and the admiration burning in his eyes told Renee she pleased him. And she wanted to please him. She didn't know anything about Itan except he carried an honored family name, but she wanted this warrior more than she'd wanted any man.
Itan drew her to him, crushing her breasts to his chest. This close, his scent enveloped her. Her heart pounded, her skin tingled and her pussy pulsed.
Renee wrapped her thighs around his waist and rubbed her breasts against the solid wall of his chest. If she were a cat, she would have purred.
Guiding her onto her back, he remained on his knees with his gaze locked on her pussy. Leaning down, he touched his tongue to her throbbing flesh. Clasping his head in her hands, Renee lifted her hips in silent submission. With a gentle thrust, he tongued her heated flesh. A hot flick to her clit made her gasp and shudder, left her dancing along a delicious edge. Catching the bud between his lips, he suckled her to trembling completion.
Her sex still quivering, he lifted his head. The deep fire of desire burning in his eyes was confirmed as he sat up and rested his buttocks on his heels. Reaching out, Renee curled her fingers around his swelling cock and stroked his hot flesh from root to tip.
Gently, she circled the broad head with the pad of her thumb, bringing forth a bead of moisture.
Groaning, Itan grasped her by the waist and lifted her onto one hard-muscled thigh. She threw her arms around his neck.
“Your wounds.”
He guided her legs around his waist and balanced her butt in his hands. “What wounds?”
Grasping his cock, she positioned the tip to her throbbing center. “You should rest.”
“Want to make me feel better? Ride me hard.”
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