Leather, Lace and Alpha Males

It's Time To End One Relationship and Begin A Journey With Another- Book Series Problems and Other Stuff.

2018-01-15T20:20:00.003-05:00

Books two and three are complete in The Love Play Matchmaking Service series but my publisher no longer wants them because they no longer publish M/F erotic romances.

The publisher has rejected book 3 and subsequently book 4 because they don't fit within their new guidelines.

So I have to decide what I intend to do with the other books in the series. I will keep you guys posted with further updates on the situation.

-Clare Dargin

Happy New Year!

2017-12-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays To Everyone!

2017-12-22T06:00:00.000-05:00

Here's To You and Your Loved Ones!

Happy Holidays to You!

The Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Holiday Collection Boxed Set by Kryssie Fortune- Three Stories of Love In A Small Town #RomanceNovel #BDSM #MF

2017-12-17T06:00:00.000-05:00

Kryssie is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate and 3 ebooks of Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier to lucky winners during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter every day, so please follow us along on the tour. You may find the tour locations here.

About the Boxed Set:

Kryssie Fortune's holiday series, Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge, is now available in a convenient e-boxed set!

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine:

Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

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Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff:

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Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor:

Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam--the man she loved and lost so long ago.

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

Note: All of the books in this set were previously released as single titles.

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Amazon UK | Amazon US | Loose id | Kobo | B&N

Excerpt from Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine:

FOR ABIGAIL, CHRISTMAS felt like the loneliest time of the year. Once her father died, her mother had drifted through life, uncaring. There’d been no presents or decorations, not even a special dinner. Adam had often stayed at college, saying he needed to keep on top of his studies. Abigail had bottled her sorrow, not even telling her brother how much she ached to sing carols around a family tree or cook a Dickensian Christmas dinner for the people she loved.

Abigail still enthused over the things she had planned for her class. “I’m pushing for a field trip to Red Heart Canyon where the Cherokee nation once gathered to celebrate the winter solstice. Local history needs preserving. You see, some yahoos took exception to their temple ceremony and massacred half the gathered women and children. History records it as another land grab by the European settlers.”

Jared frowned. “That’s rough.”

“The way we treated Native Americans sucked,” Abigail agreed. “Rumor has it Red Heart Canyon is haunted by the women the settlers killed. There’s an old mine shaft cut into the side of the canyon, but no one ever found any gold. On a more cheerful note, Mandy’s going ahead with her costume party for Ben, followed by another one with a sit-down dinner for the adults. My class is real excited about it. It’s the Saturday before Christmas, but you need to plan your costume. I’ve got mine already.”

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About the Author:

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Kryssie's Social Links:

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April Swings by Adriana Kraft-Passion And Emotions Stir When They Meet This Stranger While On A Cruise For Their Anniversary #RomanceNovel #Polyamory

2017-12-16T06:00:00.000-05:00

Blurb

April Day deeply loves her husband, Derek, but something’s missing. To heat things up, she books them on a Caribbean cruise for their seventh anniversary. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but she knows she’s found it as soon as she spots the delectable sprite of an actress who stars in the ship’s daily shows.

Meghan Keenan’s having a blast with her latest squeeze, Clark Hendricks, who writes and directs the shipboard main shows. Should she turn down April’s request to heat up her marriage? And if she accepts, where will Clark fit in?

Derek is stunned by his wife’s brash pursuit of the hot young actress. Must he match her boldness to keep her from leaving him?

Excerpt

“Crap, you haven’t pounded me like this for years,” April panted.

Derek felt her fingers clawing at his back. She hadn’t been a wildcat like this for years, either. He lifted her butt off the bed and continued plowing in and out of her. Her heels pounded his backside.

“I’m coming!” she keened. “Come with me. Do it.”

Her verbal barrage rattled his brain, and then his cock exploded. He worked his wife’s hips back and forth along his length, spurting and filling her like she’d demanded. Breathing heavily, he flexed his arms and settled April on the bed, then leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Her giggles confused his muddled thoughts.

“Good grief.” Grinning broadly, she lolled her head from side to side. “Does this look like a woman in pain?”

He shook his head. “Not really. But let’s roll over so I don’t have to worry about crushing you.” He rolled them easily until April beamed down at him.

She licked perspiration from his chin. “So watching me ride Meg’s fingers must’ve been a turn-on after all.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “That, and imagining her howling into the night.” He ran a finger along her nose. “You didn’t do badly in that department, yourself.”

“I hadn’t realized how silent I’d become over the years until Meg quizzed you about me. I could hardly keep my mouth closed in the lounge.”

“I noticed.”

“So are you ready for Meg to get more involved with us?”

He scowled. “Do we have to? Wasn’t this good enough?”

April shook her head. “Who knows what good enough is? Do you really want to turn your back on Meg? Do you really want me to turn my back on her? We may never have this kind of opportunity again. We’re free to try whatever we want here.”

She kissed his mouth and dragged her tongue across his lips. “Don’t you at least want to try? For us. Or at least, for me.”

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Buy Links:

Available From:

Amazon (universal link) http://mybook.to/aprilswings

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Behind the Scenes at Meghan’s Playhouse

What’s your favorite erotic fantasy? Does it include ménage – maybe a man sandwich, or making love with a woman and a man at the same time? Have you ever kissed a girl?

We started writing our Meghan’s Playhouse series to deliver some of our favorite fantasies for our readers. When we began book 1, we simply planned to write an erotic romp. We knew we wanted a young “sprite,” a bisexual woman full of energy and inventiveness, as the star in our story. We thought of her as a modern-day Aphrodite, bringing other couples together through sharing sex with both partners.

In the beginning, we didn’t give too much thought to her motivation, or to that of the other major players. Characters have a way of taking over, though, and Meg wasn’t satisfied with just being a piece of fluff having hot sex scenes. Each book in the series is its own love story, stirring up emotions even Meg wasn’t prepared for.

The original five-book series was first released in 2009 by a different e-publisher. It’s been unavailable for over four years, and we’re thrilled Extasy Books has contracted to re-release it, completely revised and re-edited. In the meantime, Meg insisted we write one more adventure. The six books are releasing approximately every ten weeks.

Seducing Cat, May, 2017

A Woman for Zachary, August, 2017

April Swings, October, 2017

A Ring for Christmas, December 7, 2017

Vegas Gambler, February 23, 2018

Meg’s Folly, May 4, 2018

About the Author

Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a husband wife team writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.

Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination.

Here you’ll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

Together we have published more than forty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com.

Links:

Website: http://www.adrianakraft.com/

Blog: http://www.adrianakraft.com/blog

FaceBook Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Adriana-Kraft/182846025133440

Twitter: http://twitter.com/AdrianaKraft

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/1578571.Adriana_Kraft

Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/uRvCr

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/adrianakraft

Google+ https://plus.google.com/102791537641895264573/posts

Giveaway

Two winners will win their choice of Book 1 or Book 2 in the Meghan’s Playhouse Series:

Book 1 Seducing Cat

Blurb

What could college English Professor Caitlin Shanahan ever have in common with the brash carpenter Kurt Davis? The sexy sprite Meghan Keenan, that's what.

Book 2- A Woman for Zachary

Blurb

It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.

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He Is Rescued By A Woman Who Shows Him That True Love and Passion Is For Real- Field of Gratitude by Jacqueline Anne #RomanceNovel #SportsRomance #MF

2017-12-14T23:54:00.000-05:00

They say things can change in a split second.

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romantic Suspense, M/F, HEA]

After surviving a hellish childhood as an orphan, Buccaneers pitcher Carlos Castillo keeps to himself, fearful of losing everything. That is, until he’s stranded during a snowstorm and rescued by antique shop owner Hope Hartmann.

With a passion for treasures and stories, Hope dreams of the fairy tale love and won’t settle for anything less. Then one extraordinary snowy day, a handsome ballplayer knocks on her door. Taking him in, she discovers a connection she’d never before experienced.

Carlos can’t ignore his feelings for Hope or the light she sheds on his painful past. He shows Hope heaven during hell, a time filled with threats and destruction.

It was a love Carlos never knew existed, and one Hope always wished for. Will a dangerously mysterious treasure ruin their chance at love?

STORY EXCERPT

He walked in, stomping the snow off his sneakers onto her doormat.

“Sorry to be a bother, ma’am. Me llamo Carlos Castillo,” he said with an accent. She immediately knew English was not his first language. “May I borrow your phone? My car broke down and my cell phone battery is almost dead.”

“Sure. Hope Hartmann. Nice to meet you, Carlos.”

She held out her hand. He removed his gloves and shook it, her breath hitching at his touch. She had shaken tons of hands over the years, and it never felt like this. It was as if he was caressing her, his hand both rugged and smooth.

Snap out of it, Hope.

“Right this way.”

She gestured for him to walk toward the counter. She didn’t want him behind her, just in case. Oh, who the hell was she kidding? She had the sudden urge to check out his backside. As he walked by her, she inhaled his masculine scent and admired his tight tush clad in denim.

They reached the desk and she handed him the phone.

He grabbed a card from his wallet and dialed. He spoke to someone in Spanish, making her wish she could remember more from her high school classes, but either way, she was thoroughly enjoying hearing him talk. After a few minutes, he hung up.

“Thank you. A tow truck will be here within two hours. Is there a food place open?”

“Lucky for you, there is one bar open until midnight in this small town,” she explained. It wasn’t a big place, but Hal’s would do.

“Gracias. Um, would you like to come with me? I would like to buy you some comida for your troubles,” he offered with a genuine smile.

Food from Hal’s actually entailed greasy burgers and fries, but beat a granola bar any day.

“Sure. Thank you. Give me a few minutes to finish up here and we can walk over. Why don’t you charge your cell phone while you are waiting? I have a few different chargers for my customers to use while they shop. It often keeps them in the store longer.”

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Carlos plugged his phone in a charger then watched the woman move around the charming shop full of various items. Hope Hartmann was a vision and there was something intriguing about her. She was beautiful and possessed the girl-next-door vibe, as his teammates explained to him one day since he had never heard that term before.

His heart rate had picked up a bit from the first moment their eyes met. No matter how much his English tutor had helped him, when he got nervous, he mixed Spanish and English together. It drove some of his teammates crazy.

“Is this your shop?” he questioned.

“I am the H in F&H Treasures. My twin sister, Faith, and I own this place. What brings you through this town other than car troubles?”

“I’m on vacation, although it hasn’t been a good start so far. I’m heading to a lakeside cabin a few towns over.”

“By yourself?” She quirked an eyebrow then continued putting away some more items.

While he was used to the idea of being by himself, being in the presence of a beauty like Hope, reminded him of the many downfalls. “Trying something new for the holidays this year.”

“What made you select somewhere cold? I’m guessing by your attire that you aren’t used to the snow.”

“Dart game with some friends.”

He chuckled, remembering the late night after Graham and Jordan’s wedding. It was Cece’s idea, the free-spirited one. She had grabbed a map from a box in Tyson’s SUV and taped it to the wall at the bar. Carlos didn’t think most people owned maps anymore, but Cece explained she wanted it for some art project.

“I’m from the Dominican Republic. This is my first snowy winter. I usually spend my off-season in Florida.”

He purchased a small condo not too far from the beach when he first signed with the Buccaneers. It made sense since he was down there for spring training, and he preferred the warmer weather.

“Off-season? What do you do?”

“I play baseball.”

“As in professionally?”

He nodded. He was proud of his achievements, but still felt awkward talking about his career. It was a dream job for many that only a few got to experience.

“Oh.”

He wasn’t sure about her simple response. When most people discovered what he did, they would start asking a bunch of questions and ask for his autograph, and he found it overwhelming.

Hope grabbed her coat and bag, turned off the lights, and locked up the store. He stayed beside her as they walked toward the bar when Hope began to laugh uncontrollably. It confused him, but the wild sound warmed his heart.

“Hope? What’s so funny?” he curiously asked.

She quickly covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I’m not laughing at you. This whole day has been odd. First, there was this peculiar snow globe. Then you, this gorgeous professional baseball player, comes knocking on my door. Literally.”

She giggled again. “I had pepper spray in my hand ready to use it in case you were a burglar or a rapist.”

Gorgeous, huh? He grinned at her compliment. “Better to be safe than sorry. Now that I think about it, I am very grateful you even opened the door.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I’m really hoping you are going to join me in here rather than stand there,” he urged, snapping her away from ogling.

She took a few steps in and leaned against the sink. “Maybe I’m enjoying the view,” she countered.
“It’s much better from in here.”

She had no doubt. Smiling, she undressed, his eyes watching her the whole time. The way he looked at her made her hot, and she could feel the passion exuding from his cinnamon brown eyes, like he was mentally devouring her.

She stepped into the shower, and Carlos shifted her right under the water. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to wet her hair, welcoming the steamy liquid when Carlos began sucking on her breasts. An erotic moan escaped her as his hands slithered down her body and cupped her sex. She gazed into his eyes and saw a mischievous look, and then he was kneeling before her.

“Hold on to the walls,” he requested. He lifted her left leg, causing her to squeal and try to keep her balance, and then he placed it over his shoulder. “I won’t let you fall, Esperanza.”

The statement sounded like a promise but took on so many different meanings in her mind. She didn’t want to lose her balance in the shower, but the man caressing her made her weak in the knees. She didn’t want to fall flat on her face when it came to life or her business, and he had been right beside her the past two days.

She couldn’t help falling for him.

She nodded at his words, deciding either way falling wasn’t so bad with Carlos around.

Watching his deliberate movements, he smoothed his hands up her legs, one remaining on her butt holding her in place while fingers from the other sank into her pussy. With a sharp intake of breath, she caught his attention, and it earned her one of his sexy smiles displaying nothing but sensuality and desire. Their gaze remained on each other while he moved his fingers in and out of her. Despite the rush of water flowing over her, she could feel the heat and wetness seeping from her. The way he moved and the look in his eyes slowly tantalized her, turning her on even more. For in that moment, their pleasure was their only care in the world.

Carlos dipped his head with his tongue darting out to taste her. She gripped his head, enjoying the silkiness of his wet, dark hair. He dug his fingers into her ass, deeply massaging the curves as he continued licking her. Feeling his fingers roaming closer to her anus, she moaned and rocked her hips wanting more, and he began probing the tight hole.

“Oh God, Carlos. That feels so good,” she enticed him.

She felt her orgasm start to build. Carlos was sucking her clit and fingering her, increasing the intensity when he splayed his other hand over her behind and his finger slid past the tight opening of her ass.

“Fuuuck!” She groaned at the full feeling as euphoric tremors seized her.

Carlos was relentless with the pleasure he gave, drawing out her orgasm to the point where she was sure she would collapse right onto the tiled floor. He must have sensed it because he quickly changed his hold to prevent her from falling. Then he stood and immediately pulled her into his arms, her head settling onto his chest while she tried to slow her breathing.

The passion this man had was mind-blowing, and she wanted him to feel the same way.

Pressing soft, open-mouth kisses over his pecs, stopping to lick each of his nipples, she moved her tongue down over his abs, feeling the dips of each defined muscle. She watched him closely as she moved to her knees. His expression was a mixture of longing and gratitude.

“Hope,” he said breathily.

She licked the entire length of his cock, drinking up the pellets of water. She dragged her fingernails up his legs, feeling the coarse hair covering his strong limbs. Reaching his hips, she moved one hand to his fine ass and cupped his balls with the other, all while sucking him deep into her mouth.

“You’re boca, Esperanza.” He growled. “That feels so fucking good.”

She loved hearing the Spanish roll off his tongue, knowing he was extremely turned on right now. Swirling her tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, she took him into her mouth again, her tongue dancing around his dick, feeling the smoothness mixed with the engorged veins. As she felt his balls tighten up, she began to gently knead them.

Carlos gripped her head and began moving his hips, fucking her mouth. She took everything he gave her while she kept exploring and licking his cock.

“Hope, I have to—”

She knew he was about to come and wanted to taste him. Moaning her approval, the sound vibrating her lips around his length, he rocked into her faster then stilled, a low growl arising from his chest as he ejaculated into her mouth.

He went to pull out, but she stopped him, wanting just a few more soft sucks of his now sensitive cock.

“Oh Dios mío.” He shuddered.

She loved the fact that she could make this tall, strong, sexy man—a man who she could only imagine had his choice of women—quiver with her touch.

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Another Erotic Romance Publisher Is Closing... #LooseIDPublishing Why? #GuessWho

2017-12-06T18:38:00.000-05:00

Loose ID Publishing will be closing in May 2018

After well over a decade in the business, Loose ID is closing down due to problems with Amazon. It seems like Microsoft of long ago, Amazon is tightening its grip on the industry to the point that it is strangling all competitors while squeezing out the little guys.

I'm sure some will say that self-publishing is a viable option. True it is an option but not always a viable one. For many it is cost prohibitive because of the money it takes to procure a good editor, copy editor, formatter, cover artist, marketer and the like.

And then there is the fact that there are a ton of other self-published authors out there who will be in the same ranking. Those of us in the know are very familiar with Amazon's algorithms which favors books with either a lot of reviews, sales or are linked or similar to books that have had a lot of sales.

For an author not with a publisher with an established audience who are willing to go through their list of other authors, it's like being a mid-list author back in the days before e-publishers.

Other small/independent erotic romance publishers are starting to fill the pressure as well are cutting down on the types of submissions they are taking and what kinds of books they are willing to publish further cutting down on the options for writers and readers.

I hope the book market broadens by the influx of competition from say another ebook retailer that can show that yes, there are readers out there who want to see more than what Amazon chooses to sell us.

Maybe then, there will be room for more voices in the marketplace.

Healthy competition is a good thing- a defacto monopoly is not. But then again, we were saying the same thing about Microsoft nearly twenty years ago and where are they now.

So I guess there is hope!

Until then- keep reading and buying books from your favorite authors. And as always, leave a review because it's our only defense in an Amazon-driven marketplace.

-Clare

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Joy To His World by Clare Dargin-It's Almost Christmas And A Crazy Dom Has Come To Town And Is After His Subs #HolidayRomance #BDSM #Menage

2017-12-04T06:00:00.000-05:00

Excerpt

“I went to Love Play’s mansion today to drop off the paperwork for the party and…” she said in between sobs. “This horrible man was there.”

“Dueño,” she said as Chris took his place back at the table. “When Nate and I went by to give the info to the Love Play rep at the mansion, we ran into Gavner.”

“Go on,” Chris said, his body tensing.

“And he said something,” Nate said.

“Like what?”

“Ummm…he mentioned…he said Jilly and I would make a great pair of subs, and he hinted that he was going to make that happen soon.”

“Dammit!” Chris said, storming over to the phone. “I’m going to kick his ass!”

“And if you go over there now, you’ll get into trouble over nothing.”

“He’s threatening my family. And I won’t have it.”

“Please calm down, Dueño,” Jilly said. “We’re fine. We’re with you.”

Nate wrapped his arms around them both. Their dual embrace soothed him. His boiling rage mellowed to waves of frustration.

“I can’t let him go around harassing you,” Chris said as the frustration ran out of him.

“Go to Vander’s office tomorrow and talk to him,” Nate whispered in his ear. “File a complaint. Maybe that will stop him.”

“We’re not going to that party, not while he’s here,” Chris said.

“We can’t not go. It’s who we are. We don’t give in to this sort of thing,” Nate said.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not giving that ass the chance to get near you.”

“Yes, Dueño,” Nate and Jilly replied in unison.

He stormed out of the room, seeing red. First Nate and now Jilly. Gavner had gone too far, and he had to pay.

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Blurb

[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris “Nate” Poole are happily married. Now living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they’ve always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn’t give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris’s PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris’s protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family—including breaking a solemn oath?

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Buy Links:

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/World-Matchmaking-Service-Publishing-Menage-ebook/dp/B073HDJT4G

Bookstrand- http://www.bookstrand.com/book/joy-to-his-world

Happy Thanksgiving!

2017-11-22T04:27:00.001-05:00

An Unlikely Couple And Their Surprise Love Affair. Sultry Nights, An #Anthology, Featuring An Excerpt from Ursula Sinclair- #RomanceNovels #BadBoys #FreeGiveaway

2017-11-21T00:29:00.001-05:00

Sultry Nights

A Limited Edition Romance Collection

Containing Stories from: Nicole Morgan, Jocelyn Dex, Alison Foster,

Kate Richards, Linda O'Connor, Samantha Holt, Jerrie Alexander,

Whitley Cox, Krista Ames, Ursula Sinclair, Measha Stone, Tuesday Embers,

Siera London, Rachel Shane, Bonnie Phelps, Misha Elliott,

Alyson Reynolds, Jenna Bayley-Burke, Madison Michael,

Pepper Goodrich, Marcia James, Destiny Blaine

The authors are giving away lots of goodies with this tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Don't forget you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.

Blurb:

Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need.

Sultry Nights Buy Links:
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Featuring:

Frozen- The Martini Lounge

by Ursula Sinclair

Blurb:

Lani

Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me
and I was weeks away from taking my final vows. Then something happened, I met someone and suddenly I questioned everything.

Rom

I’ve always lived my life on my terms. Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell, I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah, I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment.

Only to find out I could never have her.

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Excerpt:

I’d always been the dutiful child. I was a good student, did as I was told. Never broke the rules. My twin broke them enough for the both of us. I merely tried to protect her. But my decision to become a nun wasn’t made lightly. I’ve always had this need to give to others. I felt an innate emptiness, a sense there was something out there that needed my help—the church.

I nursed my single glass of wine, but as the night wore on, my temples pounded against the noise in the room. I sometimes suffered from migraines and this kind of atmosphere provided fodder to bring one on. Lots of people around, the voices and the thumping music. Thankfully, the women were ready to leave the lounge after a few drinks. Dancing didn’t really seem to be done much in here, more a place to drink and socialize. Although, I could spot the strippers in the room by their distinctive lack of clothing and whatever they rubbed over their bodies to make them glisten. I made it a point not to stare too much at anyone. The reason we’d come to the club had all the women standing up and heading over into one of the other rooms, where the show they’d come to see would take place. That was my cue.

“I’m calling it a night, sis,” I announced as I stood too, rubbing my head.

Lara wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Are you sure? You okay?”

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day and I have a pounding headache. It’s best I leave now.” I squinted, feeling a little lightheaded.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I enjoyed being here with you tonight and celebrating at least a little bit with you and Corrine.”

“Thank you again for coming, Lani,” Corrine said, giving me a quick hug.

“Yes,” Lara added, kissing my cheek. “Thank you. Love you. Feel better.”

She squeezed my arm.

“I will. Love you too.”

“Want me to help you get a cab?” Lara asked

“No, I’ll just call one.”

“Okay. Text me once you get home,” Lara said.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure.” It’s not like I lived alone. I hadn’t moved out of our parent’s house yet. I wouldn’t until I took my novitiate vows in a month, but I worked every day and went to church every other day. Only returned to our parent’s house in time for dinner and to sleep.

I made my way to the elevator while my sister and her companions went in the other direction to one of the rooms for the strip show. Part of me was a little curious and wanted to see one, but the other more practical part of me knew I shouldn’t. Having a drink in a bar was one thing, watching the strip show, well something else entirely. Besides, the world seemed a little tilted. I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the side to right myself. I’d just pressed the button for the first floor when someone stepped on. My head ached so much I couldn’t even glance up to see who I shared the ride with. I stared at the floor and could see the dark shoes and pant legs, the size hinted at a man.

The door closed, the elevator dropped and my body swayed but I didn’t fall.

The man who now stood behind me said, “Whoa!” He held onto my waist as though to steady me.

“Tha—thank—y…” Something was wrong with my voice. My words didn’t come out right. How much did I have to drink? The elevator door opened and I took a step forward to get out when the entire floor spun up to meet my face, but strong hands held onto me.

“I got ya.”

“Everything okay?”

A male’s voice asked, one I didn’t recognize.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little too much to drink.”

I didn’t recognize the one who answered either. “Na…” I wanted to protest, but the arms holding me up were the only reason I could walk forward. I leaned against his strength, depending on it.

I felt myself being placed in the back of a car. The scent of smoke and stale air made me want to puke. “Cab,” I muttered.

“Yeah, cab.”

Hands reached across my lap to snap my seatbelt, pausing to stroke my breasts. Wrong, this was all wrong.

“Nooooooo!” I cried out.

~*~*~*~*~*~

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#SatSpanks #WIP-Being Spanked By Sir Was Not On Her List Of Goals For The Day #BDSM #SpankingRomance by Kara Paul

2017-11-18T06:00:00.000-05:00

Hello Spankos! It's Kara here and I'm new to the hop! I share a blog with Clare and so periodically you will see stuff from me too. I'm an aspiring author and I love spanking and BDSM romances with lots of Domestic Discipline. Anyways my excerpt for today comes from a book I'm writing. It's in a series, not sure whether it will be book 1 or 2 but either way of all the books I've started writing in the series this one is the closest to being finished! The excerpts I've posted so far are very rough. So please excuse any mistakes and typos.

I posted another excerpt from this book earlier in the week. If you want to read it, you can click here. That withstanding today's excerpt takes place when Tally and Brock arrive home. Tally is jealous of a woman who gave Brock a bunch of attention. She doesn't believe Brock when he said he wasn't interested in the woman... let see what happens next.

My inspiration for Brock

Excerpt

Silent, Brock shook his head.

“How can a man with a genius I.Q., not see that a woman is after him? Unless, he enjoyed the attention,” she asked. She folded her arms protectively. The image of the cute blonde practically throwing herself onto him still pissed her off.

Long legs, slim and curvy in all the right places, what was there not to like? And him with six foot three physique that was all muscle and pure power and his wavy ash blond hair and light blues eyes and angular features with a Master's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Her other husbands called him the pretty boy intellectual. They all brought a unique aspect to her life that she wouldn't change for the world.

Mace was the quiet leader and head of their household that they all submitted two, Ethan was the eccentric and the sweetest who lived with his heart on his sleeve and Nino was the rugged and the most protective but Brock was the strictest when it came to adhering to BDSM protocol in their home. Being the second in charge of their home, he took his role very seriously especially when the others were away.

“We are not having this conversation,” Brock said.

He sighed obviously exasperated but there was no way she could let this go. She had to know why he hadn't rebuffed that woman's advances. Whether he knew it or not he was one of the hottest men in town. She heard more than a few whispers behind her back questioning how she managed to snag someone like him.

What most the haters didn't know she three more hotties like him who shared her bead. And they weren't just flings they were married. Though not legally, they had a commitment ceremony where she married Mace legally and while in the midst they all pledged to love and spend their lives together. Whether it was kinky or downright weird, their love was very real which meant she had a very real claim on all of her men.

“I think we should. You know consideration and honesty runs both ways in our marriage,” she snapped.

Brock drummed his fingers on the top of the steering wheel while his other hand gripped the side and twisted.

“You actually think I'm interested in her?”

"How could you not be?"

He swore softly in French. A language he learned courtesy of his French Canadian grandmother.

"She's gorgeous and I'm---"

"You're what Tally? Are you criticizing my property again? Are questioning my judgment? Are you saying that I am unable to discern true beauty? Tally what were you going to say about yourself?"

She fell silent. His taut jaw muscles and furrowed brow told her she just crossed a line.

"You are my wife, my world. The day you came into my life, my heart flew into my throat and I could barely speak. Me. You know that's who I am. And with you, I was speechless and breathless and I knew I had to have you. I share my bed and have committed my life to you and yet you have this strange idea that I have become enamored with her is insulting."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your Sir," he said forcefully. "And I don't take that role lightly."

Feeling foolish and guilty she knew her insecurities had a tendency to runaway from her. "Sorry, sir."

"I can tell you that I love you until I'm blue in the face. But I see now, you are in need of correction."

"Sir?"

"What is it Talia?"

"When I saw her flirting with you, I sort of went crazy," she said.

"You probably missed the part where I politely excused myself."

She furled her brow. Oops.

"I only want you. You are the woman I want in my bed and in my life. You are the one I own and you will be the only woman I will ever love."

"I guess I should be more trusting of you,” she said and then nibbled her bottom lip.

“That's a wise thought. Too bad you didn't think of that before you started this conversation,” he said. “Girl, you're in for one hell of a spanking.”

“But Sir, I know now that I was wrong,” she said.

“After you've harangued me our entire drive home,” he said.

He was right. They turned the corner and drove onto the long driveway that led to their home. He had listened the entire time as she questioned his commitment and love all the way home. How many times had he done it to her? She couldn't recall one time. The trust was going in one direction, him to her. She closed her eyes and wished she could have eaten her words.

Brock was possessive, not jealous. Big difference. She was both. He always said her insecurities were going to keep getting her into trouble and he was right again. Perhaps he would take pity on her this time considering he'd been away for so long. Probably not.

“I wonder if handcuffs and being on my leash tonight and tomorrow will convince you that we are going to be together forever faithfully.”

She squeezed her legs as her pussy dampened her panties. “Yes, Sir.”

“Did I say anything when that young guy offered to help you in the kitchen when Sophie could have easily helped you instead?”

She opened her mouth to speak but words failed to come out. Though she didn't do anything wrong, apparently he didn't miss anything like something as innocent as guy helping her move a box of cans to the kitchen pantry. He did have a point.

“Hmmm? Have anything to say?”

She remained silent. All she could do was shaking her head slowly.

“Girl, I'm talking to you and I would like an answer.”

“No, Sir you didn't make a big deal about that.”

“Have you heard of a psychological term called Projection?” he asked.

“No.”

“It's when someone attributes their own thoughts, feelings and motivation to another person. For instance, you thinking that I could even consider being with another woman was really you trying to hide the fact that you are interested in that guy who helped you. But because you know that is a bad thing you accuse me of liking that woman instead.”

Horse puckey. That guy was even the same league as you. That bitch on the other hand, would have bought scalped tickets if it meant getting her into the same game as you.

They pulled into their driveway. They arrived home quicker than she realized. Any other time she would be happy to be home but now she wasn't sure if she wanted to go inside. Receiving a spanking from her Sir for being jealous and disobedient was not on her list of goals she wanted to accomplish that day.

Once inside, he shut the front door.

“Girl, in the front room.”

He set his keys on the table in the hall then followed her inside. He switched on the lamp light next to the sofa.

He sighed and shook his head. “Pants off and the panties too.”

I hope you liked it. It's a rough draft so pardon all the errors. I hope to have it completed by December. So stop by for updates.

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Cole For Christmas by Rayanna Jamison-He Teaches His Little Angel An Old-Fashioned Lesson In Minding Her Temper #DomesticDiscipline #RomanceNovel #MF

2017-11-16T06:00:00.000-05:00

Blurb

World-renowned supermodel Angel Davis aka Angelique was officially having the worst year of her life. Swindled by her agent and set up to take the fall for a crime she didn't commit she'd been thrown in jail, had her assets frozen, lost any friends she had, and been 'let go' from all her contracts.

Now two days before Christmas the paparazzi is camped out on her doorstep. Out of choices she flees to her family's cabin. Only the cabin no longer belongs to her family.

When Cole Evan returns from a trip to the store he finds non-other than his ex-girlfriend/ex-client Angel on his couch he has a decision to make. Does he send her on her way or try to repair their mistakes by doing what he should have done back then. By teaching his little angel an old-fashioned lesson in minding her temper.

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Excerpt

Angel Davis, known to the rest of the world as Angelique, was having the worst year of her life. The funny part was, it had started out as the best year, and only gotten worse with every month that went by.

Thank God the year was almost over. It was December 23rd, just two days shy of Christmas, and her 25th birthday. Normally, she would be busy ringing in the holidays with lavish upscale parties full of A-list celebrities, fine champagne, and gourmet food. And then disaster struck. The old adage about finding out who your real friends were in tough times was apparently one hundred percent true. When the dust had settled, Angel had come to the shocking realization that as far as true friends went, she had none.

It was a bleak reality, and she knew that the fault was her own. She had gotten, as her father would have said, much too big for her britches when the fame and riches hit, and left the few people who did care about her back in the dust. Who needed them anyway, she had told herself. Just reminders of the girl she used to be.

So now, she was at her lowest point, and she had nobody to pick up the pieces. Her father had passed away last year, and she hadn’t even made it home for the funeral. She had been working on a shoot in the Philippines at the time, and her confusion and devastation over his unexpected death had muddled her brain. She had made excuses, telling herself and everyone else that getting away would have meant breaking a contract, and would have been impossible. The only person she had fooled with that line had been herself. Bridges burned, she told herself, blowing the hair out of her eyes as she squinted in the dark trying to find her turn off.

She couldn’t even recall the last time she had been behind the wheel of a car. She was lucky she had never been able to bring herself to get rid of this one. The old mustang had surely seen better days, and had been sitting for years, but it had still purred when she turned the key in the ignition, and it would get her where she needed to go, which was anywhere but here. The past few years, there had always been a limo and a driver. There was way too much to do on the way to events to even consider driving herself. But her latest scandal had come with serious repercussions. It seemed that Alejandro, her beloved agent, had been scamming her for years. He had taken off last week with all her money, and of course, he was nowhere to be found. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the moment it had all come to light, and everything that had happened since. She had been such a fool, blindly trusting Alejandro to take care of her, never taking in interest in her money or investments, as long as the checks came rolling in on time. It had made her the perfect target.

The money being gone wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part had come when she had been thrown in jail. She wasn’t the only model Alejandro had been swindling, and somehow, he had managed to implicate her in the whole thing. Her name and status had been enough to get her a good lawyer, even though she wasn’t able to pay for him at the moment. Christopher Bale, attorney to the stars. It had been easy enough for him to pull the necessary strings to get her out of jail, but that was all he had been able to do. Her credit cards were frozen, and her bank accounts were empty. Her contracts had all been reneged, and the paparazzi were camped out outside her L. A. home. She needed a quiet place to get away, to regroup in peace outside the scathing eyes of the media.

She owned properties, several of them, but she wasn’t allowed to leave the state. So that was out. With no money or credit cards, she couldn’t hide out the way she usually would, by renting a private villa somewhere, or at the very least, a luxurious penthouse suite in some swanky hotel. No doubt the paparazzi would find her no matter where she went anyway.

She was out of options. There was only one place she could go, and she was almost there, she realized. Her family’s cabin just outside of Tahoe, at Lake Holly, was her only hope. She hadn’t heard anything about it since her father’s death, but that only meant he had left it to her brother, Mason. It made sense that he would have done that. Mase loved that silly little cabin. Angel had good memories there too, of course, but she didn’t love it the way Mase had. She would have to call her brother tomorrow and let him know where she was, and that she was okay. Maybe, if she called early enough, she would get his voicemail, and not have to actually talk to him. That would be best. She hadn’t spoken to Mase since after her father’s funeral. She didn’t want to talk to him now, when her troubles were laid out across the front page of every gossip rag in the country.

Luckily for her, she had a spare key to the cabin in her wallet. Three years ago, the last time she had been home for Christmas, her father had given her one, insisting that she take it, so that she would have a place to stay if she ever needed a vacation, or as he put it “a time-out,” from the glitz and glamour of her career.

At the time she had scoffed at him, insisting that if she needed a vacation, she would go somewhere a lot nicer than a beat up little cabin in the woods. She recalled the hurt look that had settled on his features at the same time she recalled the thrashing her boyfriend, Cole, had given her over it later that evening.

Cole. That was another reason she had never gone home after that fateful Christmas. Cole had been her boyfriend, her high school sweetheart, and at one time her manager. Cole was old-school, a throw back from another time. Faith and family and values. He had managed her career, and her ego, with a firm hand. He considered his main job as her manager to be “keeping her grounded,” even if it meant at times he actually grounded her!

That was the year she had dumped him that fateful Christmas had been the end, and she had spent every Christmas and birthday since trying to forget. This year would be no different in that regard. But, it would be harder without the champagne flowing, the music blasting, and the millions of people surrounding her. This year, it would be just her, whatever ancient bottle of her father’s scotch she could rustle up in the abandoned cabin, and her memories. Including those of Cole.

Those memories always hit her harder at Christmas anyway, and it would be much more so this year. If she could pinpoint the exact moment her life had taken a wrong turn on the road to disaster, it would be the last Christmas she had spent with her family, and with him.

Shame washed over her at the memories as she turned down the long gravel road that would lead her to the log cabin at the lake.

* * * * *

Cole Evans read the headlines to the gossip rags as he stood in line at the local mercantile, and shook his head. He was surprised Old Man Percy even stocked such crap. He fought the urge to rip each and every one of them off the shelves, and buy them up so that no one else could. If Angel’s father was still alive, Cole knew he would have done just that to save the man who was like a father to him the pain of having to see the atrocious lies being written about his only daughter.

Instead, he laid the meager contents of his shopping cart out on the conveyor belt, and bit his tongue.Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, but to him, it was just another day. Gone were the lavish family Christmas celebrations of the past. He'd never had a family to celebrate with, until he met Mason Davis when he was ten years old. Hearing that his grandfather didn’t celebrate the holiday, Mason had dragged him home to celebrate with his family. The Davis clan had become his second family, and he had celebrated every Christmas with them for sixteen years, until Will died last year.

Sure, Mase was still on him, inviting him to spend the holiday weekend with him and his wife, Becca, but Cole was noncommittal. He fully intended to call Mase with an excuse, just as soon as he could come up with a good one.

He was yanked from his musings by the gravelly voice of Old Man Percy. “Cole Evans! Back for another Christmas with the Davis family, I take it?”

Cole sighed. He came to the market here once a month, and had this same conversation every time. Old Man Percy was ninety if he was a day, and a sweet old soul, but his memory was failing.

“No, Mr. Percy,” he reminded the man patiently. “Will died. He left the cabin to me, remember? I live there now.”

Old Man Percy regarded him with a blank stare, and muttered under his breath. Cole held back a chuckle as he picked out the words “crazy youngsters,” as well as a few other choice phrases.

Then Percy turned his gaze solemnly back to Cole, and his next words seemed almost lucid. “Damn shame about Lil' Angel. Media always turning things around to make a buck or two. Old Will would be turning over in his grave for sure with this latest scandal. Reckon that’s why she came up here for the holidays this year. Needed to hide from the media and them ol’ paparazzi.”

Cole just nodded to Mr. Percy and gathered up his bags, leaving the store after bidding a Merry Christmas over his shoulder. There wasn’t much else he could say to a man who was clearly muddling past and present. Angel Davis hadn’t been back to Lake Holly in three years, and Cole was certain that she would never return.

In his eyes, she was too much of a coward to face the music from the people she had hurt when she left. Not to mention the reckoning that he would surely give her if he ever laid eyes on her again.

Cole counted walking away when she lashed out as the biggest mistake he had ever made. He should have laid her out and burned up her bottom until she came to her senses. Maybe then their lives wouldn’t have gotten so messed up.

But her words had cut him to the quick, and he had been young and stubborn, and determined to give her what she thought she wanted. He should have known better.

Cole whistled to himself as he drove back up the mountain to his cabin in the woods. Yes, sir, Angel Davis knew better than to come anywhere near him, that was for sure. The day she came back into his life would be the day she paid for her mistakes, and the pain they had been causing everyone every day since.

To this day, he dreamed of going back to that fateful night, and having a redo. And every single time, his redo involved her over his knee, while he striped her bottom red with his belt, until she came to her senses and started acting like his Angel again.

For the woman the world knew as Angelique, Cole Evans knew as a little girl with pigtails and skinned knees, and a baby doll that went everywhere with her. And, later a young woman, who danced with him at her sweet sixteen. His first kiss and his first love.

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#WIPItUpWednesday- If You Want To Speak To His Wife and Beloved Submissive You Must Ask Nicely #RomanceNovel #SpankingRomance #MF

2017-11-15T06:00:00.001-05:00

Hello WIPsters! It's Wednesday and I'm throwing my hat into the ring! I've got a WIP for my first and hopefully not the last erotic romance that features a lot of spanking and one hot hero!

The excerpt I have for you today is book one or book two in my upcoming untitled menage series. Below is a pic of the hottie who is my inspiration for the MC of the story and excerpt that I'm showing you guys today!

My Inspiration for Brock

Our hunky, hero and MC, Brock has come home from a trip abroad and he has spent his first night back with Tally his wife. He is a strict no-nonsense Dom and he wants to spend some uninterrupted time with his wife but the phone and his wife's best friend has other plans...

Excerpt

A sharp trilling sound echoed in Brock's ears. He rolled over and ignored it. This time louder, it chased away his nice rest and forced him to open his eyes. The cell phone on the nightstand beside him vibrated as it trilled.

“Yeah,” he said answering it.

“Where's Tally?” the woman asked.

“She's sleeping.” Which was what he was going to do once he hung up.

“Can I speak to her?” she asked.

“I don't know, can you?” he asked irritated.

It was a fine line between good manners and proper grammar when a person woke him out of a perfectly good sleep. Actually, there wasn't but she was being rude and he didn't feel like giving in to her bad behavior. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. They were always itchy when he woke up from a deep sleep.

She sighed. “Oh, I forgot. Hi, Brock.”

He recognized the snarky tone, it was Marnie Park, Tally's best friend. She was instrumental in getting Tally to agree to go out with him, if it wasn't for that, he'd have no patience for her and he wouldn't have allowed Tally to associate with her.

“Hi Marnie. Can denotes ability, may is asking for permission. Now ask properly,” he said. He liked twisting her screws because she got a kick out of annoying him. She was one woman who was in desperate in need of a Dom who wanted a brat.

“Alright, I’ll play along because this is important. May I speak with Tally?”

“Yes, you may,” he said.

He rolled onto his back and then turned and gazed at Tally. Her hair splayed over her face and the edge of the sheet on the tips of her nipples looked so sexy and sweet, he could make love to her right now. But Marnie would call incessantly and interrupt that.

“Honey wake up,” he said.

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Okay, thanks for reading. I'll get back to writing. There are probably a ton of typos, I'm sorry but this is right out of the first draft. I know weird hunh? But I couldn't wait to show you. I promise there will be more, so come back regularly to see more excerpts from all of my WIPs. Until then go see what my fellow WIPsters are offering below!

Kara Paul...

Master Me, Please by BJ Wane-He Shows Her Love And She Gives Him The Kind Of Submission That Only True Love Has To Offer #BDSM #RomanceNovel #MF

2017-11-14T04:26:00.000-05:00

Blurb

Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his defection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much – without his help. One scene proves how wrong she was, and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She just didn't count on her growing feelings for the strict Dom, or his refusal to take her over completely, the way she craves.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a ménage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbed to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip, only to return and discover nothing has changed – he still wants Krista with an ache that won’t be assuaged by anyone else.

Unable to resist stepping in when Krista gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needs. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or has he gambled everything only to lose it all in the end?

Publisher's Note: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange and explicit scenes.

Excerpt

I am in love with another man’s wife. Widow, Dax Hayes amended as he looked from Krista Matthews’ grief-stricken face to the coffin waiting to be lowered into the ground. His mouth went dry, his heart beating a rapid tattoo that threatened to burst from his chest at that guilt-ridden revelation. Jesus, why did that slap-in-the-face acknowledgement have to choose this moment, in this place, to rear its ugly head?

With considerable effort, Dax shifted his gaze away from her red-rimmed, sorrowful blue eyes, resisting the urge to cross over to her even as he admitted his strong feelings for his colleague’s wife didn’t come as a surprise. He’d wanted Krista the moment he’d glanced across the surgery room and looked into her eyes for the first time two years ago, and nothing had changed since. There had been something in those eyes, a sated expression he rarely caught on a woman’s face—not even a sub he’d just satisfied through strict, sometimes painful, stimulating control. That look had drawn on his dominant instincts and stirred his lust in a new, exciting way; so much so, he recalled giving serious consideration to asking her out and breaking his steadfast rule of not dating hospital employees.

Another first for him had been when his friend and surgical partner had introduced the new surgical tech as his wife, and the swift kick to the gut from that announcement did nothing to level off Dax’s interest. Even though a good number of medical professionals of his acquaintance thought nothing of infidelity, he never crossed that line. At least, not without the spouse’s invitation and approval. He had no moral objections to participating in a consensual threesome. Before and after the onetime ménage with Kurt and his wife, Dax had known how much he wanted Krista, and how utterly he’d failed to drive out his forbidden lust with other women. If he spoke with her now, he’d hear the ache of loss in her soft voice and be tempted to pull her into a consoling embrace, something he’d managed to avoid doing the past several months as he and other hospital employees took turns visiting their home and offering their assistance as the couple struggled with Kurt’s disease. After what Dax had done, the role he had played that led up to them standing in this cemetery over Kurt Matthews’s grave, he didn’t have the right to offer Krista comfort of any kind. Worse, he knew from past experience, touching her would result in unleashing his dominant cravings in a way he’d never experienced with another submissive woman.

“Yea, though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death; I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

Despite the pleasant seventy-five degree Miami temperature, sweat trickled down his back. As the minister wrapped up the service, Dax found no comfort in the standard prayer. The questions that plagued him about his friend’s death may never be answered, and that would be his cross to bear. A hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed, drawing his attention away from the ornate, walnut casket to his best friend Sean’s concerned grey eyes.

“You’re not going to offer any psychology platitudes, are you?” Dax, Sean and his five other close friends came from troublesome childhoods that had landed the seven of them in a summer camp for juvenile delinquents during their teens. Even though the psychologist meant well with his mothering, the shrink’s habit of constantly watching for signs one of them was struggling with past mistakes and tragedies could be annoying.

“Just reminding you we’re all here for you before we take off. Are you going to go to the house, pay your respects to the widow?” Sean asked.

Dax had been pleasantly surprised to see his friends at the funeral, the silent way they joined him for the service then came out here for the burial site eulogy a balm to his tortured conscience. But he was glad they weren’t following him to Kurt’s home. As close as the seven of them were, as well as they knew each other, one or more would be bound to notice his internal struggle when he could no longer avoid offering condolences to Kurt’s widow. He had to keep thinking of Krista in those terms to keep her at the arm’s length he needed her to be, where his conscience demanded she stayed.

“Yes. I won’t remain long as there’s a lot of family here. I plan on giving her your card. She may need someone who understands, since she lost her Master along with her husband.”

“You could help her there, eventually.”

“No, I can’t, and don’t ask me why. Thanks for coming.” Turning to face the others, Dax included Zach, Miles, Jackson, and the Carlson brothers in his appreciation. “It means a lot, you guys coming today. Kurt was a friend as well as an associate. He’ll be missed.”

“We’ll get together soon, poker or a play party, your choice,” Jackson suggested as the crowd started to disperse, and Dax saw Krista’s black-clad, slender form walking toward the limousine.

“Sounds good. Thanks, guys.”

Pulling up in front of the Matthews home fifteen minutes later, Dax opted to park in front of the white-brick ranch to keep from getting pinned in by other guests. Cutting the engine of his vintage Corvette convertible, he sat a moment, trying to get his act together before he entered the house where he’d had the most intense and satisfying sexual experience of his life. He cursed as he thought of the length of time since that one night, and the attempts he’d made to put distance between him and the one woman he couldn’t seem to forget.

But that night hadn’t been the first time he’d visited Kurt’s home, or walked out driven by an ache for his friend’s wife he couldn’t suppress. Like today, it had been a pleasant February afternoon when he’d stopped by with a CT scan of a patient they’d been conferring on, after calling ahead first to get his opinion on the best treatment plan. Stepping inside the sprawling house in the well-to-do neighborhood, he’d known Krista was Kurt’s wife, as well as the penchant for BDSM Dax and his colleague shared in common. What he hadn’t known was that the woman he continued to fantasize about every time she was assigned to assist him in the OR, relished living as her husband’s full-time submissive.

“Dax, come on in.” Dr. Kurt Matthews held his door open and Dax stepped inside, clutching the scan in his hand. A part of him knew this was a mistake. He found being in the same operating room with Krista Matthews difficult enough, seeing her in the home she shared with her husband would be tantamount to rubbing salt on an open wound, but he refused to let his libido get in the way of his job. Giving his patients the best care possible had always come first, which was why he had set aside his misgivings and phoned ahead to let Kurt know he needed a second opinion on William Henderson’s case.

“Thanks for making time to go over this with me, Kurt.” Handing him the medical report, Dax kept his eyes on his friend, resisting the urge to look around for Krista. “I’ve got him scheduled for a double bypass in two days, but now I’m debating over whether I should do a triple. I hate cases like this that could go either way, especially when it’s an eighty-two-year-old man with his history.”

“You can’t discount the risk of a major coronary on the table,” Kurt said, holding up the heart scan to the light as he walked into a great room. “Give me a minute here. Can I get you something? A beer?”

“I wouldn’t say no.” But I should, Dax thought when Kurt called out for his wife.

“Krista, bring us a couple of beers, please.”

There was a second of silence before her soft voice echoed with her reply. “Be right there, Sir.”

Shit. The title of respect she tacked on told Dax just how far the Matthews took their Dom/sub relationship, something he hadn’t considered when he’d decided to interrupt the weekend with work. Or had he suspected, and allowed curiosity and the non-stop growing desire for forbidden fruit to lead him here today? Dax didn’t care for that possibility. He didn’t cross certain lines when indulging in his dominant proclivities and wouldn’t start now, no matter how tempted. But the sight of Kurt’s wife entering the room wearing nothing but a thigh skimming, light blue shift and decorative, blue-suede collar almost coerced a rebuttal of that last thought from him.

He was no novice when it came to admiring a submissive woman, but his instant, adolescent physical response as he watched her pad across the hardwood floor and saw her in something other than baggy, hospital scrubs for the first time, made him feel like one. What sane man could look away from those slender legs or the pierced nipples easily seen through the sheer garment?

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Kurt asked, bending to kiss her as she handed one of the beers to Dax.

“Very. Thank you, Krista.” He took the bottle from her slender hand, their fingers skimming before he pulled back as if burned. Her blue eyes widened, as if the friction had shocked her also, before she lowered them in deference to her role in the household.

“Sit down a minute, Dax.” Kurt settled in a wide recliner and, as if it was the most natural thing for her to do, Krista knelt at his feet, sitting back on her heels and lacing her fingers together behind her.

The position pushed her chest out, stretching the thin material against the metal loops adorning her nipples. A pretty blush stole up her neck and spread over her face as she widened her knees, and the short slip rode up far enough to reveal an enticing glimpse of denuded, plump folds.

Perfect. That was the only thought in Dax’s head as he tilted the cold bottle up to his mouth and relished the relief rushing down his dry throat. For months, he’d been wondering what it was about this one unattainable woman that he found more appealing than any other who had crossed his path in the fifteen plus years he’d been indulging in a BDSM lifestyle. Then she looked up at her husband. A search for approval accompanied the eagerness to please suffused on her face and went with the love shining in her bright blue eyes. She’d glowed with that same look when Kurt had first introduced her as his wife, just minutes after Dax had decided to break his rule about not dating co-workers and planned to ask her out—an expression every dominant man strove to produce on their submissive.

Dax had only himself to blame for succumbing to temptation six months later, and if he had it to do all over again, he would refuse Kurt’s invitation to gift his wife with a ménage for her twenty-eighth birthday. That night may not have been the first time he’d had the pleasure of seeing the dark-haired, full-time submissive all but naked and on her knees, but it had been the one and only time he’d touched that soft, alabaster skin, felt the pillowy cushion of her lips wrapped around his cock, and heard her mewls of pleasure as she climaxed. He had to admit, though, that first time he’d seen her had packed almost as big of a wallop to his dominant libido as the few times he’d spotted the couple at the new BDSM club, Chains, since then, and the one time he’d caved to his desire and fucked her.

“Do you have plans tomorrow night?” Kurt asked Dax as they changed out of their scrubs in the doctors’ locker room.

Tired after the twelve-hour day he’d put in, Dax answered with an absent-minded reply. “Not yet. I’m just glad I’m not on call this weekend. You?”

“I made sure I wasn’t put on the rotation. It’s Krista’s birthday and I want to surprise her with something different.”

Dax’s gut clenched, like it always did whenever Kurt talked about his wife. “You’ve been together for a while. I’m surprised there’s still anything left for you two to try.” That was a lie, as there would always be something new with a woman like Krista, but he had to do something to dampen his interest, didn’t he?

“Yeah, I’m a lucky bastard. She not only loves me despite our twenty-year age difference, but she’s the sub I’d all but given up hope of ever finding. Which is why I want to give back to her with a ménage tomorrow night. But in private, at our home, not the club. You in?”

Because of how badly he wanted to say yes, Dax hedged. He’d been trying to fuck out the image of Krista kneeling as Kurt’s submissive for months now, and nothing and no one had worked. He knew if he touched her, there would be no way to get over his unholy obsession. Kurt must’ve seen the denial on his face as he paused, because he stripped Dax of his refusal before he could even come up with one.

“I wouldn’t trust my wife’s well-being or her pleasure to anyone but you. I know your reputation, Dax, and I think she’ll be comfortable with you, more so now that she’s assigned only to the orthopedic cases.”

Dax had been both relieved and disappointed over Krista’s promotion to first-scrub on the orthopedic team. He rarely saw her now, and then just in passing. Out-of-sight-out-of-mind had been working to assist him in getting his priorities straight and his dick under control, and now this. But he couldn’t let Kurt disappoint Krista, or risk asking someone who would take advantage of her willingness to please.

Knowing it would be yet another mistake, but unable to stop himself, Dax agreed. “I’ll be there. What time?”

“Thanks. See you at eight?”

“That works.”

Dax had no one but himself to blame for getting in over his head. As he parked in the Matthews’ circular drive the next evening, he’d had twenty-four hours to change his mind and come up with an excuse not to show up tonight. His blood rushed through his veins, spiking his adrenaline as he walked up to the front door. Mistake or not, right or wrong, he couldn’t turn down this chance to be included in giving Krista a special birthday treat. Following Kurt’s invitation to enter, he strolled into the large den thinking he was prepared to see her in her submissive role again. He was wrong.

Krista knelt on the braided throw rug in the middle of the room, naked, with her wrists bound together between her breasts and attached to her collar. Dax tamped down the compulsion to stride over and lay claim to her. Not mine, he reminded himself as Kurt entered from the hall carrying a multi-strand flogger.

“There you are.” A look of relief passed over the other man’s face, making Dax wonder if he’d thought he wouldn’t show.

“Sorry I’m a little late. Your sub looks pretty in that pose.”

“She’s attractive in whatever position I instruct.” Kurt ran his hand down her long, mahogany hair, this time a flicker of profound sadness flashing in his eyes. “I thought we’d start with a little warm-up. She likes a touch of pain, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Yes, Master.” The small smile trembling on those lush lips stirred Dax’s imagination as he pictured them wrapped around his engorged flesh.

“She might need a little assistance with balance,” Kurt prodded.

“Wouldn’t want her toppling over, would we?” Dax strode over to the couple and clasped Krista’s smooth, round shoulders in his large hands, tightening them just enough to exert his authority. She whipped drenched blue eyes up to him, her pale cheeks turning pink as her husband snapped the flogger across her ass.

“Eyes on me, little one,” Dax instructed when she closed her lids. Small white teeth bit into her lower lip as she gazed up at him, her slim body jerking with the next slash. Her berry nipples tightened around the dainty gold hoop piercings, and he couldn’t resist releasing one shoulder to flick them. Her quick, indrawn breath could’ve been from the stroke of leather against her ass again, or the way he pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Tearing his eyes away from her attractive, expressive face, he encountered Kurt’s knowing look. “You’ve noticed how responsive she is.”

“Hard not to,” Dax said.

“One more, Krista.” Kurt aimed the flogger at her quivering thighs, drawing a low moan before tossing it aside and reaching for his zipper. “She likes it all ways, so I’ll give you a choice between her mouth or pussy. I’m in an ass mood tonight.”

Dax feared dipping inside that damp pussy this early would be his undoing for the night, so opted for using her mouth. Maintaining his strained control, with those blue eyes pinned up at him as he felt her pouty lips wrapped around his hot flesh, would be difficult enough. Trailing his hand up her neck, he pressed his thumb against her soft, plush, lower lip, then almost came undone when she flicked her small tongue over the fleshy pad.

“Be careful, Mrs. Matthews,” he warned, using her title as a reminder to himself that she would still be off-limits after tonight. Unzipping his loose, summer khakis, he let his thick cock spring into his hand and he gripped the hot, steel-rod of flesh with his left as he stroked down to her damp labia with his right. “It’s a good thing I’m ambidextrous, isn’t it?”

Krista nodded, her eyes lighting with excitement as he spread her slippery folds. It was Kurt’s turn to cup her shoulder, bracing her for the invasion of two lubed fingers. Entering simultaneously, they filled her two orifices to the hilt, her small whimper and reddening face beautiful to hear and see. She held her pose like a pro as they treated her to a rigorous finger-fucking. Thrusting in tandem with Kurt, Dax worked her vagina as he stroked his dick, building heat in both sexual organs until they threatened to singe his hand and fingers. Through it all, her eyes remained on his, her look conveying a need he couldn’t pinpoint yet, but he would.

“Krista has a tendency to push buttons when she’s in one of her needy moods.” Kurt smiled at Dax over his wife’s kneeling posture. “She’s generous to a fault at putting my desires before or above her own, but occasionally her mischievous streak takes over. After two years of marriage, it challenges me to come up with ways to torture her delectable body.”

“You’re a lucky man.” Dax spread his fingers inside her snug sheath, stretching the muscles and adding a bite of discomfort. He could feel Kurt doing the same through the thin layer of tissue separating them. She moaned, thrusting her hips forward, and earned a sharp slap from her husband.

“Be still and tell Dr. Hayes how much you’re enjoying his fingers in your cunt,” Kurt ordered.

Krista’s pink face turned a darker red, but Dax thought the deeper flush was due more to escalating arousal than embarrassment. “Thank you, Doctor. I—” She ended on a sharp cry when he tugged on her clit, his intention to stop her from verbalizing her appreciation. He didn’t want or deserve gratitude for participating in giving her pleasure tonight. If she knew how much he wanted this—and her—she most likely would have refused this birthday present. From what he could tell, the twenty-year difference in their ages hadn’t stood in the way of her constant devotion to her spouse.

“You’re welcome, and happy birthday, Krista.” Keeping his fingers embedded inside her, Dax thrust the seeping crown of his cock against her lips. Those bright blue eyes lit up with pleasure as she opened her mouth. “Sorry, Kurt, I can’t wait forever for you.”

“No sweat, I’m on board.”

Kurt entered her back channel with a slow push as Dax slid past her lips and her warm, damp mouth took him in. She closed her eyes at the dual penetration, her slender frame shuddering in delicate acceptance of their possession. He didn’t reprimand her, figuring she needed a moment to adjust to this new experience. If she were his sub, he’d have the option, and pleasure, of punishing her later, but she wasn’t, and he didn’t. Besides that, her face suffused with bliss as soon as she opened for him, her look one of total concentration on servicing rather than on receiving. One fucking big turn-on.

Dax’s abdominals tightened into a solid knot with that thought, and an urgency to end this as strong as the desire to take part took hold. Torture, that’s what her silken mouth, soft lips and stroking tongue felt like as she laved his girth with damp caresses around and around, then, as he pulled back, up and down. Her lips compressed around his root, her cheeks going hollow as she sucked even harder against his withdrawal, that appearance of deep, concentrated pleasure damn near ball-busting.

“Shit, you could’ve warned me how good she is at giving head,” he growled, flipping his friend a stern look. “Your fault if I don’t wait for you.”

“Krista, do not come until I say. If you do, you’ll get five strokes with the cane.”

Her shudder and the quick way her rosy face paled told Dax how much that threat worried her. “Not a fan of the cane, I assume?”

“She’ll take it if I’m in the mood, but I save it to use as leverage as she enjoys everything else too much.” The first part of his reply was another hint Krista was a sub who ached to please, the second part was responsible for the wicked twinkle in Kurt’s eyes that held a wealth of pleasure over her acceptance of his other, punishing tools.

Picturing the different implements available to torment a sub’s ass with urged Dax to fuck her mouth faster. Still working her pussy, Kurt’s deep, pummeling thrusts added to the pleasurable torture they heaped upon her. Her berry nipples had darkened to a crimson hue and her cream gushed over his fingers, proof of how much servicing their two cocks excited her. A fucking wet dream. Desperate now for both relief and to put space between him and an unattainable temptation, Dax commanded an end to her tortuous teasing.

“Suck me, Krista.”

He almost withdrew that order when she pulled up with a tight draw, her tongue tracing over rigid veins, setting off hot licks of pleasure that threatened to sear his shaft. He noticed Kurt tightening his hold on her shoulder as his surges into her ass increased. Her eyes flew open when Dax’s cock jerked, then filled with satisfaction and longing when she stroked under the rim of his head and pressed her tongue against the most sensitive area on a man’s penis. Gritting his teeth, he released the base of his cock and reached behind her head to grip her hair.

“Now,” Dax snapped, his tone a guttural whiplash. Keeping her head immobile, he fucked her mouth with steady dips, the slurping sounds from her busy tongue and lips drawing a smile of satisfaction from her husband he would later question. His balls drew taut and he could see the frustration crossing her face as she jerked her bound hands. She wanted to touch, but Dax was glad she couldn’t. He could only take so much. That fact proved true when she nipped at his flesh, tiny pinpricks of pain that forced his climax to erupt in a fierce torrent of heat.

Krista moaned, the low sound vibrating up and down his length as he rode out the pleasure, stilling his fingers inside her for a moment, just until he could get his bearings. Dimly, he heard Kurt’s shout of pleasure followed by the tight grips of her convulsing sheath around his fingers. Drifting down from the incredible high, he slid from her still suckling mouth, marveling at the way his and Kurt’s climaxes had seemed to set off her own.

Krista’s inner muscles continued to grip his fingers as she orgasmed, her keening cry shaking her entire body. Pearly drops of his come decorated the corners of her mouth. Eyes glazed, face flushed, she gazed up at him and licked them off. Hours later, that one expression on her face followed him home, and he knew he wouldn’t soon forget it.

Kurt’s diagnosis of ALS just a few weeks after that night had enabled Dax to keep up the friendly, supportive relationship at work he’d always enjoyed with Krista. But even knowing the hell in store for his friend, and watching the toll it took on her over the past year, he hadn’t been able to forget the sheer satisfaction of fucking her, or to stop from wanting her. Opening his car door, Dax slid out, shoving aside memories best shelved and forgotten. He’d pay his respects and pray he could keep his guilt well-hidden and his hands to himself. There would be no welcome here if Krista knew what he’d done, so it would be best all around if he stepped out of the picture after today. It would mean breaking his promise to Kurt, but better that than adding to the grief she already suffered. The tour with Doctors Without Borders Dax had signed on for would take him far away from temptation for a long enough time to hopefully earn forgiveness and, with any luck, give him a chance to get over the one woman he could never have.

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A Holiday Duet by Thianna D.- Two Fun and Sexy Holiday Tales In A Town Where Spanking Your Spouse Is The Norm #SpankingRomance #Anthology #MF #MM

2017-11-04T05:00:00.000-04:00

Blurb

The holiday season is celebrated in many ways. In this Holiday Duet from Corbin’s Bend creator Thianna D., you get two celebrations in one. Benjamin, Jonathon, and Cory are good friends and this holiday season, they receive their own unique gifts.

Cory’s girlfriend Kenzie comes up for the weekend and finally he can show the girl he loves everything Corbin’s Bend has to offer in A Holiday Beginning. In You’ve Been Gifted, Jonathon—overcome with stress—receives an unexpected gift from a Secret Santa and it turns the worst day of the year into possibly the best. Especially when Benjamin sees it.

Join Cory, Kenzie, Jonathon, and Benjamin for a fun, loving, and exceptional holiday. For while the Corbin’s Bend orchestra is mostly heard during the spring and summer, these two couples manage to create a holiday duet of their own.

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Holiday-Duet-Christmas-Corbins-Bend-ebook/dp/B00R33ICTI

Happy Halloween! And I'll Be Waiting...

2017-10-31T00:00:00.000-04:00

Eat Lot's Of Candy and Have A Scary Good Time!!!

If You Come Back Late, Don't Worry. I'll Leave The Lights On For You....

Divided by Evangeline Anderson-They Are Sworn Enemies Who Will Come Together Only To Be With Her #ScifiRomance #AlienMate #Menage

2017-10-30T06:00:00.000-04:00

How does a girl who's about to take her vows as a nun wind up with two hot warriors to pick from?

Blurb

That's Becca Malone's problem. After eating a piece of bonding fruit cake, she wound up with Far and Truth, Twin Kindred warriors who were separated at birth and never formed a proper Twin bond. Because the twins hate each other, Becca feels free to choose between them...until the three of them fall into a vision of unspeakable terror...a vision that is about to come true if Far and Truth don't quickly form a bond. And guess who has to be the bridge between them?

Becca is scared to death she's going to wind up bonded for life and Far and Truth aren't too thrilled about the prospect of sharing her. But when the ominous vision sends them on a trip to a rogue planet where the inhabitants live out their lives in a strange, mental internet called the Mindscape, they have no choice but to come together in the most intimate way possible.

Becca comes to realize she can't choose between the light twin, sweet and gentle Far and the dark twin, intense and passionate Truth. But how can she be with both of them at once when the twins have sworn to be forever...Divided?

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Happy Halloween...Looking For A Sexy Date On Halloween? Look No Further...

2017-10-29T02:01:00.002-04:00

Because She's Your Girl.

She Loves Animals. See She Has A Couple Of Cute Kittens...

And Most Of All....

She'll Never Cease To Shock You With Her Inventiveness

This Is Her Favorite Month...

Because It's When Her Friends Come Out To Play

The Night Is Young

So You All Can Have Fun The Way It Was Meant To Be...

Hanging Out With Friends...

and Pigging Out On Candy...

So Have a Happy Happy Halloween

From Kara and Clare

at Leather, Lace and Alpha Males...

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See You On The Other Side...

These Animals That Look Like They’re About To Drop The Hottest Albums Ever...And #Shifters Who Actually Have! #ForReal #Bonus #RockStarBaby #Mpreg

2017-10-26T06:00:00.000-04:00

Don't they look cool? Back in high school, even the popular kids wished they had a Mike Dropping moment like the birds pictured above!

For real? Dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria. Or the most kick-ass upcoming album ever!!

Wanna see more Animal Bands? Go here... https://www.sadanduseless.com/2017/02/animal-bands/

If not... why not get a taste of it here? These shifters have the music and their animal nature down to a cool science...

Bad Oak Boys, 1

Blurb

Ryan Oakley, lead singer of Bad Oak and heartthrob extraordinaire, isn’t looking for a girlfriend. He’s definitely not looking for a boyfriend, but after the explosive encounter he has with a guy he meets backstage, he realizes he’s more flexisexual than he’d thought. Of course, suddenly being able to shift into a wolf is an unexpected side effect he didn’t expect and can barely control.

Bardulf Forst is Alpha-Heir to his pack, but he can’t resist his little sister when she begs him to meet Ryan Oakley. When he realizes the sexy singer is his mate, he can’t deny instinct. He claims the famous rock star even though he knows his father won’t approve: heirs are supposed to have children and two males can’t reproduce.

Little do they know that they’re about to experience an ancient shifter biological imperative: when two male Alphas mate, unexpected miracles sometimes happen.

Note: m/m sex, MPREG

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Excerpt:

Bardulf liked Ryan Oakley, a lot, and he usually didn’t like humans all that much. He didn’t dislike them; he just preferred not to get tangled up in too much humanity. It was dangerous for shifters and humans to mingle. However, his wolf liked Ryan Oakley, and that was downright disturbing. All his instincts screamed mine at him every time he glanced at the singer.

What the fuck was going on? He took a deep breath, letting the scent of the man tease at him. Ryan smelled like wood and wire and all the stuff that goes along with playing a finely crafted electric instrument, with an added little touch of “bad boy” flavor on top. Ryan smelled like someone he already knew, as if his essence had been hardwired into Bardulf’s psyche, and that was incredibly fucked up. His wolf growled softly at him, prodding him into moving closer.

“If you don’t want to do the kissing thing, I’m okay with that,” he offered quietly.

Ryan’s eyes widened a fraction. Bardulf watched the man’s pupils expand until the black almost swallowed the bright whiskey brown irises. He ached to run his hands through Ryan’s tousled dark hair. It just touched the man’s shoulders. It looked like sable. Jesus, he had it bad. He wanted to adjust his cock, but figured that would be a serious tell, and he couldn’t afford to spook the human.

“No, that’s okay. It’s fine.” Ryan smiled, though it seemed a tad forced to Bardulf. “Especially if your sister insists on it. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of any kind of sibling rift.”

If he only knew it wasn’t Faylen who is insisting on a kiss, Bardulf thought as he swallowed his wolf back. He’d perfected control over the years, with a lot of hard work. He’d had to learn to harness his beast, ever since he’d realized he was an Alpha, and therefore twice as dangerous as an ordinary werewolf. He would not act like a wild puppy. He also wasn’t going to dance around this situation like a teenager for much longer. If Ryan said he was willing to give up a kiss, then Bardulf was going to take the invitation. He stepped close enough to feel Ryan’s warmth. “If you’re certain, I’m not going to turn you down.”

Ryan licked his lips. “Yeah.” His voice cracked. “I’m sure. Go for it.” He lifted his chin. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before the rest of the guys come in for the meet and greet and general picture taking.”

Bardulf looked at him. Ryan was a hair taller than he was, and just as muscular, not that it mattered one bit. Weres were stronger than humans. He could rip Ryan’s throat out in the time it took for the musician to blink. But you wouldn’t do that to your mate, a voice in the back of his head said. Bardulf’s heart tripped at the thought. Fucking hell, he thought, mouth suddenly dry as a desert. Mate? Ryan was human.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Ryan asked him.

Bardulf didn’t have the heart to tell him that instead of a kiss, he suddenly wanted a bite. He wanted to claim Ryan as his own. His wolf howled in his head and the tips of his fingers prickled as he took a deep breath and forced his body to obey his will. He would not fucking shift here.

“Okay, fine. If you’re getting cold feet, I’ll take care of it,” Ryan murmured, stepping close and grabbing Bardulf’s biceps. He wasn’t gentle about it, and that just made his wolf like the man even more. Bardulf steeled himself, and then Ryan’s lips were on his.

Soft. Sweet, Bardulf thought, and then his wolf growled. Mine.

Ryan gasped as Bardulf slid his fists into his hair and deepened the kiss. He licked inside, chasing Ryan’s taste. He had to get closer. He needed more. Ryan shuddered and kissed him back, fingers tightening to the point of pain on Bardulf’s arms. Bardulf didn’t care. His wolf liked it. He slid a thigh between Ryan’s legs and shoved. Ryan stumbled back and Bardulf followed until they hit the wall, and then he had to come up for air.

“Fucking hell,” Ryan whispered, lips wet and red as he stared at Bardulf.

Bardulf agreed. Mate, his wolf rumbled.

****

Ryan couldn’t breathe right. He also couldn’t move, not with Bardulf’s leg thrust between his and rubbing in the perfect spot, right up against his dick. He wasn’t sure he wanted to move. Instead of struggling, he grabbed Bardulf’s face and drew the man in again, kissing him harshly. If he was going to turn gay in a fraction of an instant, he was going to fucking enjoy it as much as possible. The stubble on Bardulf’s jaw scraped over his palms, and he shivered, liking that more than he ought to. Although, when have I ever done what I was supposed to do? he thought, licking into Bardulf’s mouth eagerly.

Bardulf didn’t resist. Instead, he shoved closer, pushing Ryan into the cinderblock wall hard enough so that he could feel every goddamn inch of his muscled body. The sensation of Bardulf’s heart thundering against his own was only vaguely reassuring.

“What the fuck is happening?” he managed to ask, in between kisses that resembled bites more than anything else at this point. Bardulf smelled amazing—better than any other lover he’d ever had. And he’d had a lot, before his self-imposed moratorium last year. He’d decided he didn’t want another random hookup because those encounters always left him feeling empty, but Bardulf didn’t make him feel like that. He smelled sort of familiar, like he already knew the man. The scent was something like a forest mixed with hot steel. Wild and fucking impossible. This wasn’t a kiss. This was fuck-at-first-sight. Something he swore he’d never do.

“Fuck,” Bardulf growled as if he were reading Ryan’s mind. He tightened his fingers in Ryan’s hair hard enough to hurt.

After only sort of catching his breath, Ryan barked a laugh. “Yeah, no. There isn’t enough time for fucking, hot stuff.” But he wanted to. Oh, God, he wanted to. And isn’t that just fucking ridiculous, when you always thought you were a straight boy? he asked himself incredulously. He felt as if some wild proto-human instinct had risen up inside his body and taken over. You don’t know the first thing about fucking a dude, anyway, so get a grip, Ryan.

Instead of replying, Bardulf kissed him again, then scraped his teeth down Ryan’s neck, pausing to bite gently on the tendon between his shoulder and jaw. He froze like that, breathing heavily. The warmth of his mouth on his skin nearly put Ryan over the edge.

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Rock-Star-Baby-Boys-Book-ebook/dp/B00UF54YKM

Evernight Publishing- http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rock-star-baby-by-erin-m-leaf/

I Had To Know: Is #LumberJack Romance A Real Thing? I Guess It Is! Check These Out #RomanceNovels #MFM

2017-10-25T06:00:00.000-04:00

I saw #lumberjackromance as a hashtag on twitter and I was compelled to investigate. Okay it wasn't too much of a chore.... alright it was a lot of fun! Eye candy galore nevertheless there are more lumber jack romance stories than I realized!

Here are two...

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, voyeurism, light consensual BDSM, rope play, sex toys, HEA]

Blurb

Violet Tyler’s heart was broken after discovering she was the third wheel in her big-city ménage. Relegating the idea of being loved by two or more men to fantasy material, she throws her heart and soul into her business, Violet’s Emporium.

Watching from the sidelines while they renovate her emporium, Josh and Lucas Abbott want her more every day and see the way her former lover chips away at her heart each time he pays her a visit. They’ve stretched out the renovation as long as they can and finally it’s time to claim her or let her go.

Invitations to a fantasy weekend at Hazelle House give the three of them a no-strings-attached chance to make her lumberjack ménage fantasies a reality. But when the weekend is over and the real world—and her former lover—come calling, can her ménage fantasy live in the light of day?

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

Lucas shook his head and leveled green eyes on her. “We’re not talking about playing around, Violet. We don’t share well with other men.”

Oh Lord. But I bet you’d share well with each other.

The horns of a dilemma. That was what people called situations like this. The Abbott brothers were undeniably attractive, but pleasing two men was more than she could handle. Committed ménage relationships required trust, and she’d never forget the betrayal she’d felt when she’d discovered Victor’s true feelings. She couldn’t afford to forget.

“I’m sorry, Lucas…Josh. I can’t.”

Josh’s blue-green eyes were laser-focused as he encompassed her fingers in his warm hand. “Was it a man who hurt you? Or men?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Why?” Josh asked, his tone riding the fine line between compassionate and highhanded as he held her gaze.

“It’s painful.”

The way his eyebrows knit said it all. “I’m sorry they hurt you.”

She pulled her hand back a little, but he kept it in his gentle grip. “How did you know?” Crap. “You overheard what I said to Jessica and Cassie?”

Josh gave a slight shrug and looked down at her hand. “I didn’t intend to eavesdrop. They must be dumbasses if they let you go. You know there are a lot of successful ménages in Divine?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m the odd duck.” Sometimes she felt surrounded by all the committed ménages around town, which served only to highlight her own failure.

Lucas smiled a little wider. “You know we’re planning on changing your mind, right?”

That’s what I’m afraid of.

Josh finally released her hand but left his lying on the table. “So Miss Play-the-field, what are you up to next weekend?”

That was a good question. “Why? Are you asking me out?” Poke the bear, why don’t you?

“I’m curious to know if you’re serious about getting out and being a social butterfly or if you’re just attempting to hold us at arm’s length.”

He licked his lower lip, and she saw the challenge clear in his eyes. Lucas seemed almost apologetic when she looked to him to see if he felt the same.

“As a matter of fact, I have plans for the whole weekend, at a…retreat in Morehead.” Yeah, that’s what it is.

Josh lifted an eyebrow, and his half-smile was starting to irritate her a little. “A retreat…in Morehead, huh?”

“Yes…for…um…business owners.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows. “You don’t say? We could consider ourselves business owners, even though it’s a family business. Dad might like us to check something like that out.”

Shit! “Well, um…it’s geared toward retailers like me. You wouldn’t be interested.”

Josh looked into his mug and smiled. “Sounds focused. Will there be a lot of people? Those things can have a high cost. You’ll want to make sure you get all the one-on-one attention you need.”

Her jaw dropped as a blistering-hot mental image of him giving her one-on-one attention made her panties even wetter than they already were.

Lucas nodded. “It’d be a shame if you came away from it unsatisfied.”

“Um…” Think, dummy! “The host is someone I know personally. I have a lot of trust in him, and I’m sure I’ll learn everything I need to know. I’ll be making a lot of contact—I mean contacts while I’m there.” Holy hell, stop with the double talk before you trip up!

Josh and Lucas glanced at each other, and then Josh’s gaze returned to her. The concern in his eyes was obvious. “Be careful, baby girl.”

B-B-baby girl? Her inner devil’s chin hit the floor. Lucas grinned and tipped her jaw closed.

She shook her head as her cheeks went red hot. “Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought.” Guilt settled uncomfortably in her heart. It wasn’t like her to lie.

Without further question, Josh left a generous tip on the table, and rose from the booth, his solid six-foot frame looming over her as he held out his hand. Relief filled her now that it seemed the retreat conversation was over.

She accepted his gentlemanly help but felt a little empty when he released her hand as he turned to go pay the bill.

Lucas laid his hand on her hip. “I know he’s a little pushy sometimes. Forgive him?”

She frowned and shook her head. “There’s nothing to forgive. I understand he’s protective. I like both of you, but I’m not ready for anything serious. I fibbed when I said that relationship ended a while back. I only told him today to not call me anymore. It’s been building up to that for a long while. That’s what the phone call was about.”

Lucas nodded, and kissed her temple. His kiss, and the one he’d given her on the forehead earlier, were as dangerous to her heart as the heated looks Josh kept giving her. Her body clearly knew what it wanted, going by the state of her panties, but she needed to think with her head and not her heart, or other body parts.

He gathered her long hair into a loose bundle at her back, sending more delicate ripples of pleasure down her spine. “You’re a good person, Violet. A giver. That guy sounds like a taker, and I’m glad you set limits. Don’t worry about us. We’re patient men.”

Outside the restaurant, she hit the button on her vehicle remote, and Josh opened her door for her, his expression unreadable.

She didn’t know exactly where she stood with him, and she paused, wondering if she should apologize, thank him, or hug him, the awkwardness increasing by the second. She didn’t want to leave him on that note. “Umm…”

Josh looked into her eyes, his bedroom gaze sending all the butterflies in her stomach into aerial maneuvers. “What, baby girl?”

Oh God, he said it again.

ADULT EXCERPT

Josh frowned and then grasped her chin in a gentle hand. “Baby girl, losing control is the whole idea.” She shook her head as if in denial of her need to do exactly that. “This is your fantasy weekend. Let us in. You won’t regret it. We won’t leave you hanging, either.”

Lucas heard the fierceness in his brother’s tone. He didn’t mean just for the weekend.

Lucas felt the same way. “Let us take care of you?” Let us love you.

Even in the dim light, he could see the high color in her cheeks as she shifted her doubtful gaze between them. “And Monday? I know it’s cliché…”

Lucas cupped her cheek in his hand. “We will respect you. Don’t doubt it for a minute. Say you’ll trust us to take care of you for the weekend, and you can decide about the future later.”

Lucas slid his hands into her hair, and she leaned toward him, his lips parting as they joined his. So warm and honeyed. Her soft intonation, as he stroked her tongue with his, shot sensation straight to his cock. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her and sink deep inside. Pausing to draw a deep breath, he whispered, “You are so damn sweet.” He tightened his hold and devoured her lips again, inhaling her fragrance until she went limp draped between them.

“Enough,” Josh growled. “I need your mouth.”

Soft laughter bubbled up in her, and she looked at his brother. “Is that a fact, Mr. Pushy?” she whispered. She hesitated only a moment before she closed her palm over Josh’s erection.

* * * *

“Fuck yes, it’s a fact,” Josh growled as he held her firmly and rubbed his cock against her hand. “Answer Lucas’s question.”

Her pussy clenched yet again at his assertive tone, and she shivered, feeling as if she’d taken a shot of tequila and it’d kicked in in a major way. His erection filled her palm, and caution was suddenly a whisper on the wind.

“Yes. I’m yours…for this weekend.”

Josh growled as he traced his hands over her collarbones and threaded his fingers into her hair at her nape. She was prepared for him to jerk her to him, to ravage her lips, to kiss her roughly, and to overpower her with his strength and fuck her until she passed out from pleasure. He did none of those things.

He looked up at her and sighed softly. His fingers were gentle as he stroked her scalp and he gazed into her eyes, smiling as if the news surprised him. “We won’t let you down.”

“I’m on the pill, and Joseph has my health records on file, but I’d like to use condoms. I don’t go without. Sorry to break the mood by getting all clinical.”

“Don’t be,” Lucas said. “We’re prepared.” He produced the condoms from his pants pocket.

“Two? You’re pretty confident in me.”

Josh stroked her chin. “Of course. We’re the ones taking care of you, remember?”

She nodded, wondering if he was alluding to the same thing that came to her mind. Victor and Bodie. The concept of a ménage wasn’t new to her, but the idea of being the center was. In all their threesome experiences Bodie had been the center. She banished the thoughts and simply nodded.

Josh didn’t allow the awkwardness to hang in the air long before he drew her to him for another kiss as he slipped her thong down to her hips. Lucas helped her remove it before she returned to Josh, straddling his thighs. She was relieved it was dark enough that they might not see the dimples on her ass or her cellulite.

Feeling brave, she reached for the zipper of Josh’s slacks, feeling his thick cock against her knuckles as she lowered it, and he squirmed to lower the pants enough to apply the condom and give her access. Sudden hunger to feel him stretching her, thrusting inside her made her bolder, and she rolled her shoulders and pressed her cleavage to his face as she rubbed her mound against the searing heat of his cock. He raked his teeth against her breast, startling a squeal from her before he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. A wave of desire shimmered across her skin as if she stood near a bonfire. He tugged at her nipple, and her cunt clenched in response.

“Oh, Josh!”

When she flexed her hips, her abundant wetness coated him as she rubbed her pussy against his cock, sliding her clit up and down on his length until she reached the edge of orgasm. He could’ve taken control and angled his hips to thrust his cock inside her, but he didn’t. Fully accepting she was the one with the control, for now, she rose up a little and arched her back, taking him deep with one sweeping motion.

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Lumberjack-Weekend-Divine-Publishing-Everlasting-ebook/dp/B015NIJ2Y8/

Bookstrand- http://www.bookstrand.com/lumberjack-weekend

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Blurb

We’re rough, rugged, and rock-hard. Living alone on this mountain means fending for yourself, facing the elements, and handling whatever nature can throw at you.

Like a girl, in the middle of nowhere, half-frozen to death.

But Rose isn’t just any girl. She’s f*cking gorgeous, sweet as can be, and totally inexperienced. From the second we find her, we both want her - we want to take her, own her, possess her in every way we can and then some.

And we don’t mind sharing…

Her first time shouldn’t be with two hard, rough mountain men at once. But men like us can only hold back for so long.

This sweet, untouched girl is gonna be ours.

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Double-Dirty-Mountain-Men-Romance-ebook/dp/B06XGTD5CZ

Hope You Enjoy These Two Wild Men Romances...

Training His Human by Renee Rose- She Has Captivated His Thoughts And Fantasies But Can He Give Her Up? #SpankingRomance #BDSM

2017-10-24T06:00:00.000-04:00

"Your Obedience Training Begins Today..."

Blurb

Seke has no interest in owning or training a slave. Not even Leora, the beautiful human who had captivated his thoughts and fantasies since her arrival on their pod. As the Zandian Master of Arms, he has a war to plan and new troops to train. He can't be tempted by the breathtaking human slave, who, according to Prince Zander, grows aroused by punishment. Yet he can't allow another male to bring her to heel either. Not his Leora.

In all her lifetime as a slave, Leora might have submitted in body, but never in mind. But the prince has given her to the huge, scarred warrior, Seke, for punishment and she finds he has unexpected ways of bending her to his will. Ways that leave her trembling and half-mad with desire. But her new master is unwilling to take a new mate, and she fears that once he deems her training complete, he will set her aside, leaving her heart in pieces.

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Training-His-Human-Warrior-Romance-ebook/dp/B01N3AXL8W

Claimed By The Berserkers by Lee Savinos-She Thought She Was Too Frail To Be A Bride But These Warriors Have Claimed Her As Their Mate #Shifters #SpankingRomance #Historical

2017-10-23T06:00:00.000-04:00

"You're ours now, lass. We're claiming ye."

Blurb

My mind and body are weakened by the curse of my magic. My three sisters have mated with Berserker warriors, but I am too frail to be a bride.

One night, three warriors break into my home. They steal me away.

Now we're on the run from the pack. These warriors tell me I belong to them, and that they'll never let me go. To convince me, they spend hours giving me endless pleasure...

But there's an evil power preying on me. It wants me for its own, and none can stand in its way.

Except the Berserkers.

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Buy Link-

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Claimed-Berserkers-Shifter-Romance-Berserker-ebook/dp/B06WWPFC9W

Maddy Mine by Maren Smith-The Master Of This BDSM Castle Has His Sights Set On Her #RomanceNovel #MF #Spanking

2017-10-22T06:00:00.000-04:00

Blurb

When Marshall is approached for help by another vacation resort, he responds by sending his most notorious sadist, Dungeon Master Dominick. His job: to fly to the Caribbean and help institute the same Safe, Sane and Consensual policies that have made the Castle such a success. Though not at all pleased by the assignment or its disruption to his routine, the last thing Dominick expects are complications… until he bumps into Maddy Cameron. She's plump, she's pretty, she's every bit the complication he doesn’t want or need, and yet he can’t help himself. Every time he gets close, he can’t wait to get closer still, to touch and be touched, to taste her, tease her, torment and possess her. Not just for a few scenes or a few days, but for the rest of his life… if only Maddy’s past scars will let him.

Hired to write a promotional review for a pirate-themed BDSM resort, Maddy looks on the opportunity as if it were a once-in-a-lifetime vacation—a vacation that comes complete with a tall, dark, arrogant and masterfully good-looking Dominant thrown in. It’s been four years since her disaster of a divorce, and though she knows she’s neither young enough nor thin enough to keep the attention of someone like Dominick, the allure of an illicit island fling is more than she can resist. Still, flings – like most relationships – don’t last, and better than anyone, Maddy knows the pain of letting herself get too close.

For Dominick, however, a little pain is all in a day’s pleasure. Maddy might not know him well enough now, but she’s about to find out that the world’s most infamous Dungeon Master never did take ‘no’ for an answer.

Buy Link-

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Maddy-Mine-Masters-Castle-Book-ebook/dp/B01ENS8DIK

Possessed By Him by Jacey Holbrand-His Mate Is Human And Doesn't Know That Shifters Exist #MC #RomanceNovel #MM

2017-10-21T06:00:00.000-04:00

Blurb

Forced to return to a place of childhood trauma, Cameron Russell fears he’ll have to confront the specter of the past once again. Instead, he comes face to face with the man of his dreams. Literally.

Unbeknownst to Cameron, Gabriel Dyson would do anything to help his human mate realize his destiny, including playing savior and invading Cameron’s dreams. When they finally meet face to face, all seems to go well. Then a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC kidnaps Cameron, putting him in mortal danger again.

While restrained, Cameron is told a fantastical story of werewolves, which has to be myth…right? Yet memories flare to life—visions of bites and kisses—making him question everything about Gabe.

Can Cameron and Gabe’s cosmic connection, their choices, and their love surpass the secrets Gabe has and the Mongrels’ evil plans?

Excerpt:

He ran his hands up Cameron’s smooth chest, tracing the dips and curves of his muscles. When Gabe latched onto one of Cameron’s hard nubs, Cameron sucked in a stream of air. Putting his lips on Cameron’s body was like heaven and hell. Heaven because it’d been ages since he tasted and touched his other half in the flesh. Hell because all he wanted to do was bite him and make him his for as long as their lives would last.

More heat raced through Gabe’s veins and down into his cock, making it rock hard. He gazed straight into Cameron’s blue-gray eyes. “God, I want you, Cameron. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“With pleasure.”

Cameron dropped to his knees in front of him, reached out and yanked his jeans down and off his body.

“Spread your legs, Gabe.”

He did as Cameron requested. His cock protruded from his body, bobbing to and fro as he settled into a shoulder-width stance. Staring down upon him as Cameron positioned himself between his thighs and stroked, licked, and kissed his cock and balls, Gabe tilted his head back, loving the way Cameron took command of his body, his senses. The deep blue sky fell from sight as did the rest of the mountain’s view. Gabe closed his eyes to savor the exquisite feel of Cameron’s moist, warm mouth on his shaft.

“You’re incredible.” He stroked Cameron’s head.

Cameron licked his way off his cock, grasped it in a semi-closed fist and pumped his hand as he stared at him.

“So are you. This cock?” He lapped the bead of pre-cum that’d beaded on the tip. “Amazing.”

He dipped down once more to Gabe’s crotch, taking his whole cock into his mouth.

Lusty pleasure flooded Gabe, making him ravenous for the man who moved to suck his balls. “Cameron, I want to taste you.” He tugged at him to have him stand, but Cameron wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Cameron drew his tongue along Gabe’s cock.

Gabe sucked in a thin stream of air. He couldn’t believe how wonderful the blow job felt, the wet mouth against his silky shaft. It’d been ages since he last had his mate in the flesh and experienced such intimacy with him. Though fucking Cameron’s mouth wasn’t like being balls deep in his ass. He wanted to howl at the sky with happiness.

Yet, the truth about his shifting capability and immortality hung heavy over his head. He pondered if what they were doing constituted their relationship solidifying. Probably not. Which meant it still wasn’t time to tell Cameron everything. But then, if he waited too long, Cameron might not like that either. Cameron could accuse him of being secretive. He released a big sigh.

Cameron slurped off his length. “You okay, Gabe?”

“Yeah.” He paused and glanced down at the man kneeling before him. Perhaps it would be best to just lay everything out at the start and see what happens. “Actually, there is something important I need to explain to you before our relationship develops further.”

Cameron stood and brushed the dirt off his knees. “All right. Should I be concerned?”

“No. I don’t believe so. Just some family history and—”

Rocks tumbling along the ground and off the cliff several feet away snatched Gabe’s focus. He sniffed the air. No scents that he could determine. That didn’t mean anything though since anti-scent repellants were in use by the Helldorado Mongrels.

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071KC92F5

Evernight Publishing- http://www.evernightpublishing.com/possessed-by-him-by-jacey-holbrand/

Undercover Dom by TL Reeve and Audra Carusso-He's A Cop And A Dom Who's Found His Perfect Submissive #BDSM #RomanticSuspense #MF

2017-10-19T06:00:00.000-04:00

Blurb

Murder and mystery shroud Crimson Heat, an ultra-secretive BDSM club on the outskirts of Chicago. Given the opportunity to go undercover as a Dom, officer Dallas Whitten jumps at the chance.

Crimson Heat public relations adviser, Taryn Lenox, spends her time coordinating events that bring Dominants and submissives together. Submissive to the bone, Taryn wants a Dom who can fulfill her dreams, but taking that leap might cost her everything.

When fate brings Dallas and Taryn together, a spark beyond anything they ever imagined is ignited. However, Dallas' secrets and a sinister presence threatens to destroy everything their hearts desire.

Excerpt

Dallas sat at the round conference table looking over the files of every Dom and sub in the club. It was a staggering task. Not only were there fifteen Doms, there were over forty subs. Not to mention ten attendants, at least two of which worked every night. Oz also employed six bartenders, and ten Dungeon Masters. The list of suspects was growing by the second.

Closing the last file, Dallas heard the door open and watched Cooper and Oz walk in. Where Cooper was a strawberry blond, Oz was salt and pepper grey. Oz had bright grey eyes where Cooper’s were cobalt blue. They were like night and day. As they walked toward him, Dallas could tell Cooper seemed more at ease. The tension in his shoulders was gone and the tight scowl he had worn earlier was gone.

“Cooper informed me you have some questions. If you’d like, I can have lunch brought up, and we can discuss the files over a bite,” Oz said, taking the seat opposite from him. He had a rich British accent, and it suited him.

“That would be great. We’ll start with the Doms and work our way down.” Dallas situated himself and glanced over at Oz while he made the call for lunch. When he was finished, he turned his attention fully to Dallas.

“Lunch should be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Great. How about we start with Dante Petroloff?”

Oz sat back in his chair, his hands on the arm rests. He appeared comfortable, at ease, almost recklessly so. “Dante has been here since I opened the club. He works in Rockport as a SWAT officer. He’s got a clean record and his background was beyond reproach.”

“And was he here last night?” Dallas asked, making notes on his pad.

“No, he was on duty. I’m sure you can get the records easily enough.” Dallas wouldn’t have to do that. He knew when he finished reading the folder on him, Dante wasn’t the guy.

“That won’t be necessary. How about Arik Von Sutton?”

“He works with Dante on the same team. Both were working last night.” Oz grabbed two more folders and put them to the side. “These three are safe, plus you know Cooper.”

“I think I’d like to be the judge of that, Oz.” Dallas grabbed the folders and opened them up.

Rune Stamford, District Attorney for Cook County. He couldn’t believe it. The mild-mannered yet tenacious DA was popular in the courtroom. He was also modest, staying out of the limelight. Slowly he closed the file and pushed it aside.

“Okay, so we know these three are safe.”

Cooper and Oz both laughed at that, before Oz cleared his throat and leaned across the table, narrowing his eyes.

“I found five files I thought might fit the bill. There are a couple of my Doms who’ve had incidents here. Two were banned from the club for two weeks for not paying careful attention to their submissives. Another was kicked out for not listening to a sub when she gave her safe word. In his opinion, she was too thin-skinned.”

As Oz continued on, he slid the files over to Dallas. “I looked through these. I didn’t see anything that would point to any one of them being the killer. The only thing they were guilty of were incurable cases of stupidity. Did any of them stand out to you?” Oz popped a curious brow.

“I found two, maybe three, but I’d need to meet with them first.” Dallas pulled out the three folders and opened them up. “Clive Bennett.”

“Clive? He’s never had any issues here. He’s quiet, well mannered…” Oz started.

“And had a run in with Arik and his submissive six months ago,” Cooper interjected.

“Oh? What happened?” Dallas pressed.

With a nonchalant lift of his shoulder, Cooper sat forward in his chair. “There’s not much to say. He came in, found Ryder, and thought she was available. He was shackling her to the spreader bar attached to the rafters when Arik came in and told Clive to back the fuck off.”

Alarm bells went off in Dallas’s head. Although Arik was a SWAT officer like Dante, pulling a shitty stunt like that could make you suspect number one. “What happened next?”

“Nothing,” Cooper snorted. “Clive just walked away.”

“Just like that? He didn’t fight or tell Arik to back off?” He couldn’t believe a Dom of any merit wouldn’t fight for his spot—wouldn’t exert his dominance.

“You have to understand, Clive is a little guy, kind of scrawny. Whereas Arik has a good half foot and fifty pounds on him.” Coop grabbed the file and pulled out the picture, shoving it at Dallas. He was right. The guy was skin and bone. He had a body like a kid, but with a five o’clock shadow and his ear pierced with a three inch gauge, he was nowhere near youth status.

“Okay, you have a point. What about Carmine DeLuca?” Dallas opened the other file and pushed it in front of Oz.

“No, he’s hardly ever here. He collared a sub about six months ago and only comes back once a month to keep his membership current.”

Well, shit. They had a murderer among them and not one of the members fit the profile. “Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place, maybe the perp is part of the staff?” Dallas questioned, stacking up the files.

“Could be, but only the Doms are allowed in the private rooms with a sub.” Oz blew out an exasperated breath.

“And who lets them in?”

“The attendants. Every hour, the codes change out automatically. We keep them on an app that’s on the club phones. None of the phones leave here.”

That didn’t necessarily mean anything. Someone could have hacked the phones for the code.

“I’m going to want to see all the phones from last night and I want the download of the codes used. It’ll help me figure out everyone who went into room ten last night.” He watched Oz nod.

“Dallas, we also have another idea for you.”

His head popped up from making notes and stared at Cooper. “Okay, shoot.”

“How would you feel about going undercover?” Oz sat forward in his chair, seemingly sizing up Dallas.

“I’ve done it before. I can do it again,” he shrugged.

“You’d have to fake it,” Coop chimed in.

“And you’d have to come to the new member mixer Friday night at nine.” Oz finished for him.

“First of all, I don’t fake anything. I’m a certified Dom,” he smirked, catching both Cooper and Oz off guard. It was during his dark time after being overseas that he was taken under the wing of his best friend and Master, Quin. Within months of being under his tutelage, the shades of gray he had begun to see in slipped away. Food had taste again, and he actually felt like he was alive, and not stuck in a fog any longer. “Second, I can make it to your little mixer on Friday.”

Oz eyed him speculatively, then reached into the pocket of his pants and brought out four different colored bands. “There is a twist. You’ll have to wear these while you’re at the mixer. Also we have one more one thing we’d like to go over with you.”

Eyeing the bands, he nodded. “I’m all ears.”

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Buy Link-

Cobblestone Press- http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/undercoverdom.htm

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Undercover-Dom-Crimson-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00SFZTV1G