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MR North by Callie Hart

 

Mr. North by Callie Hart

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SYNOPSIS

Law student Beth Dreymon is out of money and struggling hard. If she wants to finish her degree, she’s going to have to earn some money and fast. When she learns of an exciting opportunity—playing chess with New York’s most elusive billionaire—the offer sounds too good to be true. Reassured the offer is legit, Beth gets her game face on and prepares to geek out…

 

Only, when she steps foot into Raphael North’s luxurious penthouse, the rulebook goes flying out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. North is beautiful and damaged—a terrible temptation—and he has his sights set on winning Beth over. He’s just a job, though. A job Beth needs in order to make ends meet. If she plans on making her life in New York work, she needs to keep her eye on the prize. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, however, and it isn’t long before Beth finds herself entangled in Raphael’s world of dark desire.

 

Captor.

Curator.

Lover.

Enigma.

 

Beth should run from the devastatingly attractive blue-eyed devil, but Mr North has other ideas…and he’s about to make his next move.

 

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT

Raphael North stands on the other side of the abnormally thick glass. He’s dressed in a plain dark blue t-shirt, and a pair of washed out blue jeans. His feet are completely bare. His hair is even darker than it was in his picture, if that’s at all possible. Almost curly, too. It’s then that I realize it’s wet—he must have just gotten out of the shower. There are small dark patches on his t-shirt where water has obviously soaked through the material.
He turns those startling vivid green eyes on me and I’m breathless all over again. It feels like I’m tumbling over some steep cliff face, a weightless sensation turning my stomach over as I fall. Inside, I’m back to wanting to flee the building. Externally, I’m praying to deities of faiths and religions all over the world that I don’t look like I’m about to slump in an unconscious mess on the floor right in front of him. My top lip begins to twitch—something that only happens when I’m really, really anxious. Without thinking, I press my fingertips to my mouth, as if I can put a halt to the twitching by touch alone. A strange look passes over Raphael’s face. A slight movement at the corner of his mouth. I can’t decide if it’s displeasure or amusement. Either way, the reaction is fleeting, barely noticeable at all, and then his face is a blank mask again. He places his hand on a curved silver handle on the other side of the door, and then pulls it toward him, opening it. There are no barriers now. Nothing standing between myself and a man whispered and gossiped about by an entire city. Screw that, an entire nation. I’m in an enviable position right now, but I’d gladly thank the universe if the ground opened up and swallowed me whole.
The first words Raphael North speaks to me will haunt me until the day I die. He angles his head ever so slightly to one side, then says, “Your toenail polish is chipped, Ms. Dreymon.”
Lord have mercy. His voice is deep but soft. It has no hard edges, but at the same time his tone is overflowing with self-confidence and command.
“I’m sorry, I…wasn’t aware of your no-shoe policy.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

Callie Hart is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance novels. She is an obsessive romantic who loves throwing a dark twist into her stories. Her characters are imperfect, flawed individuals who dictate when she eats, sleeps and breathes. She loves to travel, and often pens her books when she’s on the road, drawing inspiration from her often unique and wild surroundings.

If she’s not writing, you’ll undoubtedly find her with her nose buried deep in a book, or binge watching Game of Thrones.

 

 

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Now Available! Surrendering Her Heart by Erika Reed

Surrendering Her Heart Erika Reed

After feeling unloved and rejected by anyone she’d ever loved in life, Grace Adams took matters into her own hands and decided she needed a new life. It was by luck alone she landed a job in a town she happened to just be passing through on the path to her new future. It was a mere coincidence when she came across a ‘waitress wanted’ sign in one of the restaurants she stopped to eat at. It never occurred to her that she would get the job on the spot from the two sexy and extremely attractive owners of the restaurant and bar, Hunter Owens and Brody Michaels.

Hunter and Brody were best friends who had always dreamed of one day running their very own successful business together. After discovering Grace’s living conditions, they offered her room and board; in exchange she would help maintain their house. The more time they spent with Grace the more they could no longer deny the attraction they had for her. But would they scare her off once she found out what they expected of her as their woman? Few had tried to tame the two irresistible men, Hunter and Brody, but they had never formed a deep connection with anyone before Grace.

Will Grace finally allow the two men to break down the wall she put up after her bad breakup, and realize that Hunter and Brody only want to care for her, or will her past catch up with her and ruin everything?

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Erika Reed lives in Southern California with her loving husband and two beautiful daughters. She is thankful for her family and friends who have been there, supporting her from the beginning of her writing career.

 

When she is not writing or running her busy household, she enjoys sitting down with her Kindle, reading one of her favorite authors. She loves writing and will continue to surprise her readers with more erotic stories in the future. Erika loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at erikareedauthor49@gmail.com

 

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Erika Reed is a Southern California native who is happily married and has two beautiful teenage daughters. She quit her job last year to become a full time writer, and since then she has loved every minute of it. When she’s not working on one of her steamy ménages, she’s busy running her active household.

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Master Me, Please. (Miami Masters 2) by BJ Wane

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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 her also.  By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help.  One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.  She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

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 menage for her birthday.  Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs 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 had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.  

Unable to resist stepping in when she 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 needed.  When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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Master Me, Please is the second book in incredible author BJ Wane’s Miami Master’s Series. This series has been full of hot sexy scenes and dashing doms. Not to mention some very sassy subs. BJ has been one of my favorite BDSM writers for quite a while now, and with every series she writes, she gets better and better!

 

Dax has had a crush on his surgical partner’s wife for a long time. He was even lucky enough to participate in a menage, but now that Krista’s a widow, he’s kept as far away as possible. After being gone for 18 months, Dax still tries to keep his distance, but Krista decides it’s time to get back in the saddle again and if Dax doesn’t want to keep his promise to his late partner, she’ll go elsewhere. Dax finds her in a bad situation, and saves her. But will he continue to deny himself? Grab yourself a copy of Master Me, Please and find out!


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EXCERPT 1 (Mild)

Voices nearing the surgery room filtered through the swinging doors and one deep baritone sent a shiver of awareness dancing under Krista’s suddenly tight skin.  She turned just as Dax pushed through them and her first thought was nothing had changed.  He still towered over her, his coal black hair still curled around his ears and nape and those penetrating green eyes set in a tanned, chiseled face could still draw a quick, heated response from her.  She wasn’t sure she could lay claim to being female if her heart rate didn’t pick up speed or she didn’t go slightly damp when Dr. Dax Hayes walked into a room.

He left without a word for a year and a half.  The reminder helped her to believe that instant response meant nothing nor changed a thing.  Inhaling until she couldn’t hold any more air in her lungs, she nodded and managed a small smile of welcome.

“Dr. Hayes.  It’s good to have you back again.”

Crap.  Krista had been about to congratulate herself on managing a cool, but friendly greeting when he fisted those large hands on his lean hips and cocked his head.  His bland, generic reply belied his intense regard that turned the butterflies of unwanted pleasure in her stomach to jitters of long neglected need.

“It’s nice to be back.  How have you been, Krista?”

So proper and reserved from a man whose cock she’d had in her mouth.  “Good.  You?” she returned just as detached, her heart aching for the easy friendship they shared before both he and Kurt deserted her.  She felt as lost and alone at this moment of stiff formality as she had at her husband’s funeral.

He stiffened and gazed at her for another silent moment, as if he too found this initial meeting disappointing.  “Better, now that I’m stateside again.  Let’s just say my tour reinforced how lucky we are as opposed to some parts of the world.”  Dax stepped forward, his eyes softening as he said, “Krista, I…”

The resident and nurse entered, and he clamped his mouth shut, yanking his eyes off her with an abruptness that allowed Krista to release her pent-up breath.

EXCERPT 2 (Mild)           

“Why didn’t you stop?” Dax growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.

“I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone.  “She should’ve spoken up louder.”

Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration damp body as she collapsed into his arms.  Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again.  Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her.  Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.  

“My apologies.”

Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again.  His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else.  He sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub.  That job just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death.  Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.      

“Get dressed.  We’re leaving.”

EXCERPT 3 (Tame)

You had no trouble submitting to Master Dax.  That reminder got under Krista’s skin, and it didn’t help when she scanned the lot for her car and spotted Dax getting out of his.  The quick, startling stab of jealousy as she imagined him inside with someone else caught her off guard.  She’d never been plagued with that emotion before, why now?  She stood rooted in place and watched him walk straight toward her with purpose etched on his dark face instead of surprise at seeing her there.  Irritation bubbled over, eradicating her initial reaction.  Wasn’t it bad enough she couldn’t even bring herself to accept another Dom’s invitation tonight without the memory of last weekend intruding?  If he thought she’d turn around and join him in the club after the way he’d made it clear all week he wanted nothing to do with her, he had another think coming.  She may still crave dominance and thrive on submitting, but she wouldn’t be a doormat for any man to trample on.  

“Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Hayes,” Krista greeted him, proud of the way she could set aside the warm flush spreading through her body with his nearness well enough to keep her voice steady.  She missed the easy rapport they shared before he left.

“I thought you realized how unsafe these clubs can be for a woman alone?”  The rebuke, stated in his deep, firm voice made her square her shoulders and curse the compulsion to sink to her knees in apology for displeasing him.  It was yet another sign she’d waited too long to get her act together.

“It was never a problem before, I mean, before I met Kurt,” she clarified so he’d know she’d played before her marriage.  “Enjoy your evening, Doctor.”

“Cut the crap, Krista,” Dax snapped, his frustration evident in the way he tunneled those long fingers through his ink-black hair and his green eyes glittered with that undefinable emotion she didn’t understand.

“I’m not the one who asked for a different surgeon to assist, Dr. Hayes.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get home.”

“Wait.”  The hand he laid on her upper arm burned her skin, her automatic halt at his command heated her face and the ripple of longing going through her head left her deflated.  It seemed she couldn’t win with him.

“Let’s talk.  Are you familiar with Casey’s diner?”

The invitation took Krista by surprise and she sucked in a breath as hope dashed away the remnants of her annoyance with him.  If he wanted to be just friends, she’d take it.  It would be better than the cool indifference he’d shown her the past few days.  “Anyone who’s been out past 2:00 am on a weekend night has been to Casey’s.”  The all-night diner boasted the best pie on this side of Miami.

“Meet me there.  Please.”

Since he was making an effort, so would she, Krista decided.  What could it hurt?  “Okay.  See you there.”  Stepping around him, she hastened to her car before common sense told her she was making a mistake and setting herself up to get hurt again.  Since when did common sense have anything to do with her desires?

Excerpt 4 (Explicit)

A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses.  She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far.  All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all.  She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home.  The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it.  That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.  

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response.  She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.  

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks.  “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us.  Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat.  And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way.  A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge.  She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass.  That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments.  She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that.  When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.    

 

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Blues Beach (Suncoast Society #61) by Tymber Dalton

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Tracey knows she’s lucky. She has a chance to rebuild her life—and her relationship with her daughter, Emma—in a healthy way. But when she’s forced to travel to California for a cousin’s funeral, she dreads seeing her family and enduring the insults she knows will follow. Except…she didn’t expect to rekindle something with her old boyfriend, Eric.

Widowed and with his dreams shattered, Eric easily recalls the love he’s always held for Tracey. Whether this is a second chance or a one-time weekend to remember remains to be seen. Either way, he’ll take the opportunity, no matter how short, to be with her.

But Emma isn’t so trusting. And when another complication crops up, Tracey runs a very real risk of losing Emma a second time and that’s something Eric will not allow Tracey to do.

So how do you woo a genius super-villain in training into liking you, much less accepting you as one of her “dads?”

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Blues Beach is Tymber Dalton’s 61’st Suncoast Society book. Rather unbelievable to me that we are so far into this series when it seems like it was just yesterday to me that we were on book 1. I for one am thrilled because this is a male dom and female sub book. There have been a lot of M/M  books released in this series, and as much of a fan of the series I am, I’m just not a fan of the all-male genre. There is, however, an all male triad in the book that features heavily since our heroine, Tracey, was once married to one of them.

Tracey has just gone through her second divorce and is trying to get back on her feet. She’s made amends with her daughter Emma, (Who is 16 and has a girlfriend, Grace) and her ex-husband Brandon who is now in a poly-triad relationship with his two slaves, Jeff and Stuart. If you are a fan, Tracey was the “bad guy” in Heartache Spoken Here and Roll With The Punches, The Triads two books, now she’s been forgiven and has changed since divorcing. She is on the outs with her own family because they are nasty to her because she’s not a college graduate.

When her cousin dies, she heads to the funeral and reconnects with her high school boyfriend Eric, the one who got away. After a weekend of naughty sex, she comes home. They both can’t stop thinking of one another, and Eric wants Tracey. But Tracey promised Emma she’d have first refusal on any new men in Tracey’s life. And Tracey has a whopper of a reason to keep Eric.

As always, I’m a huge fan of this series. While I’m not a fan of the big reveal Tracey had, (Shocking, I know) I was more annoyed with Emma’s behavior. Maybe she was just a typical Millennial, but honestly, I think she got way too much input. But I was still happy to see a male dom and female sub, even if there wasn’t much of them as a couple. Maybe a new one? *grins*

5stars

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The bailiff appeared in the waiting room. “Litwin versus Litwin.”

Tracey nervously stood, shouldered her purse, and followed her attorney into the judge’s chambers.

Neither Pat, nor his attorney, had appeared.

Not that she’d expected either one of them to be there. Still, that little fear had picked at her brain, especially last night when she was futilely trying to sleep.

Here it was, middle of November, and her divorce was about to be finalized.

It felt…weird.

The first time around, she’d hoped by some miracle she’d be able to convince Brandon to change his mind and stay with her.

This time…

It was a fucking relief.

Freedom.

Eight years ago, when she went through this with Brandon, she’d prayed it was a bad dream. Right up until the final orders had arrived in the mail with the judge’s signature on them, even after Brandon had moved out, even after he’d gently and patiently tried to talk to her.

This time around, it couldn’t be over soon enough for her.

They sat at the long conference table, at the head of which was the judge’s desk. The bailiff called the session to order and swore Tracey in.

Her attorney explained the situation about Pat to the judge, outlined everything they’d done, and that Pat was no longer responding to the procedures due to his current legal troubles. Tracey knew from the chatter she’d heard through friends that his parents had cut the pursestrings once he was arrested, refusing to finance his legal bills, so he wouldn’t get any more help from them.

The judge rifled through the paperwork. “Did you wish to change your last name, Mrs. Litwin?”

“Yes, your Honor. I’d like to be Tracey Ann Demmer Ziegler.” She hadn’t asked Brandon if he minded if she went back to using his last name, but Demmer was her maiden name, and Emma had Brandon’s last name.

Tracey doubted she’d ever get married again. At least her last name would be the same as Emma’s.

And Brandon, Jeff, and Stuart. Jeff had changed his when he and Brandon got married, and Stuart had added it, hyphenated, to his.

She’d wanted to keep Ziegler and add Litwin when she’d married Pat, but he’d insisted she’d drop Ziegler completely and take his last name.

At the time, she hadn’t felt strong enough to protest or stand her ground.

Never again.

Ten minutes later, it was over.

She walked out with her attorney, who gave her copies of everything. She’d receive the signed order by next week, then she could get her driver’s license and other ID changed.

Alone, she sat in her car and stared at the papers in her lap.

I never should have married that asshole.

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Ruth was working until close tonight, and Emma and Grace weren’t scheduled to come over. Tracey stopped on the way home and grabbed a fancy burger, cheese fries, and a shake, settling in on Ruth’s sofa alone in front of the TV to eat. When Tracey had left Pat, she’d moved in with Ruth, both a friend and coworker, whose daughter was now attending college out of state.

It helped Ruth’s budget and was allowing Tracey the breathing room to build her savings and try to figure out her next step.

She’d finally swallowed her nerves and applied for the program through work to take college courses and train for a promotion to assistant manager or store manager. She had no idea if she really would be accepted or not, but she knew she could no longer spend the rest of her life in stasis, not bothering to try to advance. She’d hit a glass ceiling that she could absolutely break through if she tried hard enough.

It’d be easy to keep blaming her family and their insistence on college as the only way to advance in life, and how they’d treated her, but she could have worked harder.

Bless Brandon’s heart, he’d tried to talk her into working toward a degree.

Her regional manager had been very encouraging, though, and he’d never struck Tracey as a jerk who’d fuck with people and give them false hope only to yank the football away from them.

Even if she didn’t become a store manager, the bump in pay of working an assistant manager position would mean she’d be able to afford to live on her own again. Right now, even a small studio apartment would strain her income in a dangerous way once she ate through the meager savings she’d accumulated. Ruth renting a room to her was a lifesaver that allowed her to actually have a decent life for now.

Hell, a better life than she’d had with Pat, that was for sure. Far more peaceful. Predictable. No unpleasant surprises or rants or fights.

Much lower stress.

It was like she had, for the first time in her life, finally had a chance to get comfortable in her own skin.

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When they reached his room, he honestly had meant to talk to her. To sit down and have an adult discussion.

That’s not what happened.

He no sooner got the door locked behind them than she was on him, kissing him. Somewhere between the door and the bed their clothes fell off, and he found himself lying naked on top of her, with her reaching between his legs to find his hard cock and guide him inside her.

“Wait,” he gasped. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” She grabbed him and pulled him back down, and his balls kicked common sense out of the room.

He hadn’t been with anyone since Paige, and precious few people before her, after Tracey.

Fuck it.

He’d take the risk.

When he slid deep inside her pussy, they both moaned and he held still, afraid he was going to explode. Hot and slick and sweetly tight, just like he remembered her.

He slanted his lips over hers and savored this feeling, now awash in old memories he’d long struggled to forget.

This was them, one of the many perfections they’d shared. It’d never felt awkward or fumbling between them, even though they’d lost their virginity together. It’d always felt perfect, and he knew he was liar if he tried to deny how much his heart had ached after losing her, and still did to this day.

Her fingers raked down his back, hands cupping his ass and digging in, trying to urge him to start moving.

He wouldn’t be rushed. Instead, he sat up, smiling down at her as he did, and grabbed her hands so he could pin them over her head. Now he knew there was a name for everything they’d done as kids, the fantasies they’d had, the kind of sex that had turned them both on. Back then, he hadn’t even known it was a thing, much less a thing other people did and enjoyed, too.

Wasn’t like either of them could go to their parents and ask them about it. Her parents would have freaked out that she was allowing herself to fall into patriarchal stereotypes that fostered sexist blah, blah, blah.

His parents would have freaked out over the fact that they didn’t want him getting Tracey pregnant when he going off to college and “ruining his life.”

With his left hand, he held her wrists pinned against the mattress while leaning in so he could lick and suck her left nipple.

The soft gasp escaping her made his cock twitch. “Yes!”

He wondered if either of her exes knew this about her, what he knew.

What he wished they’d been able to explore and grow into together.

The thing he really didn’t dare risk talking about, in case that freaked her out and ruined whatever this was between them now.

He wished they were both stone-cold sober and having this conversation, but he’d take the win.

He wished this weekend could last forever, and that wasn’t even the beer talking.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispered around her flesh, his tongue flicking at her nipple until it was a taut peak. Meanwhile, she squirmed and tried to rock her hips against him to coax him into moving.

Please fuck me!”

He nearly came right there. How long since he’d heard her beg like that?

Too fucking long.

He started teasing her right nipple into the same peaked state and loved the sweetly desperate sounds she made under him.

I could spend the rest of my life with her like this.

* * * *

Part of Tracey’s brain, which wasn’t totally marinated in rum, told her that maybe this wasn’t the world’s smartest idea. That it’d been a lot of years since they’d seen each other.

That they weren’t those two kids any longer.

She didn’t.

Fucking.

Care.

For the first time since she’d said good-bye to him, she felt like the world had truly righted itself again.

Like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

Hot, wet heat engulfed her left nipple again, every pull of his mouth sending jolts of need straight to her clit and making her squirm against him.

His cock filled her the way it always had—perfectly.

All those games they’d played—fairly prescient, actually—they could now engage in however they wanted.

And damn, she wanted.

His green gaze met hers from where his lips were latched around her nipple again, and she didn’t understand how he couldn’t be fucking her when her body felt like she’d explode if she didn’t come soon.

He relinquished her nipple. Releasing her wrists, he whispered, “Stay.”

He pushed up onto his arms, which he braced on either side of her head, and stared down at her as he took a long, slow stroke out and in again.

She didn’t even think about moving her hands.

The first time they’d ever made love flashed into her mind, how he’d startled her, at first, by going down on her…quickly making her explode in a harder orgasm than any she’d ever given herself with her fingers or a shower massager.

Only later, as an adult, did she realize how lucky she’d been to have a boyfriend who’d been determined to make sure she felt good.

And he had.

He always had.

“Are you my good girl?”

Her heart rolled and tilted in good ways, desperately trying to slide back into that perfectly shaped niche where it used to reside when life had been sweet and good and she’d wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. The way she’d used to call Brandon that in bed together without him even asking her to, even from the start.

The way she’d always felt right calling Eric that together.

Something she’d never said to Pat.

He withdrew, pausing before slamming his cock home, hard and deep, again and again and driving her up the cliff at an incredibly fast pace. The perfect angle, the perfect thrust—and she gasped as her orgasm swelled and burst.

A thousand memories swept through her at once, at how good, how right they’d always felt together, memories she’d tried not to think about because it’d hurt too damn much.

His lips crushed hers as he hurried to catch up with her, join her, his moans muffled by her mouth while he finally fell still inside her. Kisses that turned gentle and tender, and he shifted his weight to his elbows so he could clasp her hands.

The way he used to.

“Please stay tonight,” he softly said, his tone nearly breaking her heart.

She tightly squeezed his hands. “Absolutely.”

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New Release! Worth Waiting For by Erika Reed

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Jenna Moore wanted to give herself to the only two men she ever loved on her eighteenth birthday, except Nick and Tyler had other plans for that night. They never intended their feelings for each other to get in the way of their longtime friendship, so they all agreed that it was best for her to go off to college, postponing their plans until she returned. They never suspected the twist and turn of events that would challenge their relationship. But after four years, she has returned to the only home she has ever known for her father’s funeral. She is forced to come clean as to why she waited so long to see them.

Nick and Tyler finally have back the only woman they have ever loved. Now that Jenna has returned, they don’t intend on ever letting her go again. They are older and more mature and she is the one woman they allowed to slip through their fingers. Nick and Tyler will do anything in the power to prove to her that after all these years, Jenna was worth waiting for.

But will they still want Jenna after she tells them the secret she’s been keeping from them all these years?

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The Wilde Touch (Book 2 of the Touch Series) by Stoni Alexander

THE WILDE TOUCH

Book Two of The Touch Series

by Stoni Alexander

 

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Looks can be deceiving…

Emmy-winning journalist Alexandra Reed returns to the DC area with two goals in mind—care for her ailing mom and steer clear of devastatingly handsome Crockett Wilde. But the man who stole her heart, then broke it, is impossible to avoid. As her life spins out of control, she finds pleasure in her secret escape—a sex-play club. And that’s where things really heat up…

Tech CEO Crockett Wilde is at the top of his game, but beneath his calm surface lies a raging volcano. When he finds the monster who abducted his sister, he’ll unleash a decade of pain. The one person who can subdue his demons—beautiful, headstrong Alexandra—wants nothing to do with him. Yet, he’s determined to set the record straight and not let the love of his life get away.

As Alexandra follows a trail of suspicious incidents at the kink club, Crockett seizes the opportunity to prove he’s not the bad guy she believes him to be. Together they unmask an underworld of evil. But their lives change in unimaginable ways the moment she goes missing.

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I’m usually very choosy nowadays with new authors. Having a busy blog means less time to choose someone new, but I have to say, Stoni Alexander is one of the best new-to-me authors I’ve had the privilege of reviewing in quite some time!

The Wilde Touch is a great second chance romance with some incredibly hot sex, (loved the role play scenes, especially the interrogation room. Does anyone have a fan?) Lots of intrigue going down, and some pretty serious plot twists at the end. It’s like a rollercoaster ride once things get going. I’ve come in on book 2, but you can be sure I’ll be reading and reviewing book 1, Mitas Touch very soon!

Alexandra Reed is a reporter who comes back to her hometown when she gets news that her mother is ill. Her boss gets her an interim job, but her new boss is a total jerk. Alex needs to unwind, so she takes advantage of her membership at a private sex club that is a sister club to her home club. As Electra, she is masked and wigged, and meets the handsome and alpha Hunter.

Alex’s old boyfriend Crockett Wilde is her brother’s best friend. When he finds out she is back in town, he’ll do anything to get a second chance to get her back. Lots of interesting twists and turns go down here including corporate espionage, Crockett’s hunt for his missing sister, and strange things afoot at the sex club. Trust me when I tell you that this is one book that you do not want to miss! I for one hope this series keeps going on and on!

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~ EXCERPT ~

As Colton set the champagne on the island, Crockett said hello to the kitchen staff. Movement on the screened porch caught his eye. Alexandra and Colton’s fiancée rose from the sofa and hugged. Though the women had been sitting in the dark, he recognized Alex right away.

   And he couldn’t look away.

   “How long has it been since you’ve seen Alexandra?” Colton asked.

   “Eleven years. She’d just graduated high school.”

   The two women scooted inside. “Too cold.” Brigit’s teeth chattered and Colton pulled her close.

   Crockett had liked Brigit immediately. Petite, blonde and crazy smart, she was Colton’s equal in every way that mattered. But more than that, she made him happy.

   Alexandra’s eyes grew wide. “Crockett.” Her blue lips quivered.

   Blood pounded through his veins. She’s gorgeous. Large, caramel eyes blinked up at him. Dark brown hair flowed over her bare shoulders. Her elegant red holiday dress showed off her womanly curves, but her breathtaking beauty captured his heart.

   “Hello, Goth Girl.” As they stared into each other’s eyes, he felt like he’d come home. And eleven long years compressed into mere minutes. He remembered how her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him, or that her sweet kisses could soothe his karate injuries. And how she’d undo him with her passion.

   He smiled. Her gaze slid from his eyes to his mouth, then back into his eyes. The corners of her lips lifted. Then, a flash of anger shadowed her pretty face.

   She flicked her head and squared her shoulders. Alexandra Mitus in defense mode. His heart tightened. That rigid posture had been his last image of her. Goddammit. She’s still pissed at me.

   “Thanks for talking, Brigit,” she said, her attention still fastened on Crockett. “Excuse me, I’m going to check on Mom.” She walked away. Before vanishing around the corner, she glanced back at him.

   He grinned. Not that pissed.

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Safely out of view, Alexandra heaved in a shaky breath while trying to appear nonchalant. But she was on fire. Crockett Wilde had shorted her mind. She hated the power he had over her. Always had. My god, he’s gorgeous.

   From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, at fourteen, he’d rocked her world. The summer after she’d graduated high school, they’d fallen crazy in love, or so she’d thought.

   Seeing him now had awakened the best memories and the worst feelings. Clearly, time had been good to Crockett Wilde. Gangly no more, his massive, sculpted body was eye candy for her lonely soul. She’d always found him handsome, but when he’d pinned her with those baby blues she knew she was in trouble. His chiseled cheekbones and strong jawline made looking away impossible. Like years ago, his undeniably sexy accent wove a ribbon around her heart.

~ MEET THE AUTHOR ~

Stoni Alexander writes erotic romance about tortured alpha males and independent, strong-willed heroines. In a previous life, she ventured into acting, appearing in numerous television, film and stage productions before transitioning to a successful career in business. Stoni spent her childhood moving around like a gypsy and appreciates her deep-seated roots in the DC Metro area. She’s married to the love of her life, is an über-proud football mom, and dreams of the day when her muse will inspire her at will.

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His To Own by Ava Sinclair

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The plan was flawless. The location for the auction was ideal. My body was toned to perfection. The participants all billionaires were chosen carefully. The winner would have one month with me, and for the price of my innocence I would be set for life.

Then it all went terribly wrong.

The man who bought me is no middle-aged investment banker. He’s a battle-hardened soldier, tough, stern, and unyielding. Now he owns me, and he’s determined to get his money’s worth.

He’ll do anything he wants with me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. He’ll spank my bare ass for the slightest defiance, tease my virgin body until I’m soaking wet and desperate, and then claim me as hard and thoroughly as he pleases.

I don’t even know if he’ll let me go when the month is over and I’m not sure I’ll want him to.

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Have you ever read one of those books where you go into it with the expectation that it will be the same old thing you’ve been reading, only to find out it’s something entirely different? That’s His To Own in a “Is there more than 5 star?” nutshell!

Maeve has decided to auction off her virginity to the highest bidder. Her best friend Elliot is a computer genius, and has taken over all of the details. Eight men bid on her, and she doesn’t get to see any of them. But she’s in for a major surprise when the man who wins her does something totally unexpected and she’s fighting for her survival.

Atticus is not what he seems, and he needs to be sure that Maeve is ready! When she finds out that he’s not what he seems and she has a part to play in bringing down a human trafficking ring, all of his actions make sense. Maeve finds herself attracted to Atticus, and his dominating nature. She’s turned on by his discipline. But they have a job to do, and she learns that her world is not quite what she thought.

The sex scenes in this book are simply so hot you’ll need air conditioning to cool down! Especially after their first month together! I honestly loved this book and could not stop reading it after I picked it up! The plot twists and turns were just amazingly written by Ms Sinclair, and if I could rate this book higher than 5 stars, I would. Bravo Ava Sinclair, Bravo!

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“If you were so morally opposed to fucking a virgin, then why did you bid?” I’ve gone from fearful to angry.

“I had my reasons. For now we’ll leave it at need.”

“Need?” I shake my head, confused. “What do you need?”

“Not me, you,” Atticus says. “I intend to see that you fulfill the contract. It provides for personal training, and that’s something you need. If you’re a quick study and do as I say, I might just consider fucking you. If you’re lucky.”

“If I’m lucky?” I feel like I’ve been slapped across the face. I scramble to a seated position. “Listen, you son-of-a-bitch. I wouldn’t want to put you to the trouble of either training” — I emphasize the word with dramatic air quotes — “or fucking me. I may be a virgin, but I don’t have to be experienced to know the touch of an arrogant asshole wouldn’t be at all satisfying.”

And this is where I push him. This is where I go too far. I should keep my mouth shut, but I don’t. “Maybe that’s what this is all about. Maybe you think the only way you can get a woman interested is to force her into it.”

I can’t describe the look on his face, but in that instant I’m reminded of the previous day when the mountainside went from placid to stormy with frightening speed. He grabs me again, and pushes me back down on the bed.

“Force?” he asks. “That’s certainly one way it could go, especially for a woman who offers herself to strangers.” As he talks he reaches for the button of my blue jeans. I hear it snap and then two strong hands jerk the fabric down. I feel the cool air of the room raise goosebumps on my thighs. Then I feel something else, the lightest pressure brushing the mound of my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. I jerk from the sensation, which takes me by surprise.

“Here’s another scenario for you.” His tone is controlled now, almost hypnotic. “What if I take it slow. Real slow. What if I show you where a man touches a woman to make her melt, to make her fucking beg for it?”

I try to clench my thighs together, but his hand is between them. His gaze is locked on mine, holding it captive. I feel his finger slide inside my panties. And now he’s touching me where no man has ever touched me. His fingertip slides up through the cleft of my pussy. The touch is just grazing my inner labia, and then it stops. I feel his finger move against me and my body suddenly seems to have been hot-wired into sensory overdrive. I feel a clenching in my core, a pulse. My nipples get rock hard. I know this. It’s arousal. I’ve felt it when masturbating, but this is different. This is sudden and unexpected and uncontrollable and feral. He’s moving his finger and I can’t see what he’s doing, but in my mind’s eye, I imagine a spring between my leg that’s being wound and wound and wound by his persistent touch.

“You’re a virgin, so you don’t understand how a man can play your body, control it…”

I don’t say anything, but I’m getting the picture already. My body is thrumming with pent up sexual energy, and I’m hypnotized by his words as he continues.

“With the right man? A woman loses control. That’s because the right man will use everything in his arsenal to conquer her body until she squirms and begs and comes. He’ll use his fingers, his mouth, his cock. And when it’s over, he’ll have put his stamp on her. He’ll own her, no matter where else she goes in life. He’ll own her…”

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Cover Reveal and Excerpts from Master Me, Please! by BJ Wane

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Release Date:  November 10, 2017

Publisher:  Blushing Books

Genre: Erotic/BDSM Romance

 

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Will his desire for her override his conscience?

 

A single look from her cemented his fate.

 

“Give me one reason why I should spoil you,” she said.

“There’s a new cane on the market I’ve been thinking of adding to my collection.”

 

He wants the one woman he knows he can’t – doesn’t deserve to – have.

 

Looking down at Krista bound in the chair, holding her breath for his next move, his blood surged in a hot rush to his groin with one thought: Mine.

 

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 her also.  By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help.  One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.  She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

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 menage for her birthday.  Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs 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 had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.  

Unable to resist stepping in when she 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 needed.  When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

   

 

EXCERPT 1 (Mild)

Voices nearing the surgery room filtered through the swinging doors and one deep baritone sent a shiver of awareness dancing under Krista’s suddenly tight skin.  She turned just as Dax pushed through them and her first thought was nothing had changed.  He still towered over her, his coal black hair still curled around his ears and nape and those penetrating green eyes set in a tanned, chiseled face could still draw a quick, heated response from her.  She wasn’t sure she could lay claim to being female if her heart rate didn’t pick up speed or she didn’t go slightly damp when Dr. Dax Hayes walked into a room.

He left without a word for a year and a half.  The reminder helped her to believe that instant response meant nothing nor changed a thing.  Inhaling until she couldn’t hold any more air in her lungs, she nodded and managed a small smile of welcome.

“Dr. Hayes.  It’s good to have you back again.”

Crap.  Krista had been about to congratulate herself on managing a cool, but friendly greeting when he fisted those large hands on his lean hips and cocked his head.  His bland, generic reply belied his intense regard that turned the butterflies of unwanted pleasure in her stomach to jitters of long neglected need.

“It’s nice to be back.  How have you been, Krista?”

So proper and reserved from a man whose cock she’d had in her mouth.  “Good.  You?” she returned just as detached, her heart aching for the easy friendship they shared before both he and Kurt deserted her.  She felt as lost and alone at this moment of stiff formality as she had at her husband’s funeral.

He stiffened and gazed at her for another silent moment, as if he too found this initial meeting disappointing.  “Better, now that I’m stateside again.  Let’s just say my tour reinforced how lucky we are as opposed to some parts of the world.”  Dax stepped forward, his eyes softening as he said, “Krista, I…”

The resident and nurse entered, and he clamped his mouth shut, yanking his eyes off her with an abruptness that allowed Krista to release her pent-up breath.

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“Why didn’t you stop?” Dax growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.

“I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone.  “She should’ve spoken up louder.”

Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration damp body as she collapsed into his arms.  Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again.  Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her.  Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.  

“My apologies.”

Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again.  His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else.  He sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub.  That job just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death.  Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.      

“Get dressed.  We’re leaving.”

EXCERPT 3 (Tame)

You had no trouble submitting to Master Dax.  That reminder got under Krista’s skin, and it didn’t help when she scanned the lot for her car and spotted Dax getting out of his.  The quick, startling stab of jealousy as she imagined him inside with someone else caught her off guard.  She’d never been plagued with that emotion before, why now?  She stood rooted in place and watched him walk straight toward her with purpose etched on his dark face instead of surprise at seeing her there.  Irritation bubbled over, eradicating her initial reaction.  Wasn’t it bad enough she couldn’t even bring herself to accept another Dom’s invitation tonight without the memory of last weekend intruding?  If he thought she’d turn around and join him in the club after the way he’d made it clear all week he wanted nothing to do with her, he had another think coming.  She may still crave dominance and thrive on submitting, but she wouldn’t be a doormat for any man to trample on.  

“Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Hayes,” Krista greeted him, proud of the way she could set aside the warm flush spreading through her body with his nearness well enough to keep her voice steady.  She missed the easy rapport they shared before he left.

“I thought you realized how unsafe these clubs can be for a woman alone?”  The rebuke, stated in his deep, firm voice made her square her shoulders and curse the compulsion to sink to her knees in apology for displeasing him.  It was yet another sign she’d waited too long to get her act together.

“It was never a problem before, I mean, before I met Kurt,” she clarified so he’d know she’d played before her marriage.  “Enjoy your evening, Doctor.”

“Cut the crap, Krista,” Dax snapped, his frustration evident in the way he tunneled those long fingers through his ink-black hair and his green eyes glittered with that undefinable emotion she didn’t understand.

“I’m not the one who asked for a different surgeon to assist, Dr. Hayes.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get home.”

“Wait.”  The hand he laid on her upper arm burned her skin, her automatic halt at his command heated her face and the ripple of longing going through her head left her deflated.  It seemed she couldn’t win with him.

“Let’s talk.  Are you familiar with Casey’s diner?”

The invitation took Krista by surprise and she sucked in a breath as hope dashed away the remnants of her annoyance with him.  If he wanted to be just friends, she’d take it.  It would be better than the cool indifference he’d shown her the past few days.  “Anyone who’s been out past 2:00 am on a weekend night has been to Casey’s.”  The all-night diner boasted the best pie on this side of Miami.

“Meet me there.  Please.”

Since he was making an effort, so would she, Krista decided.  What could it hurt?  “Okay.  See you there.”  Stepping around him, she hastened to her car before common sense told her she was making a mistake and setting herself up to get hurt again.  Since when did common sense have anything to do with her desires?

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A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses.  She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far.  All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all.  She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home.  The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it.  That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.  

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response.  She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.  

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks.  “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us.  Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat.  And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way.  A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge.  She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass.  That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments.  She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that.  When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.    

 

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Vampire’s Embrace (Southern Supernatural Alphas 3) by Sara Anderson

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Rachel Dawson lives under the protection of a Lycan Pack after a vampire, Mortef, abducted and tormented her. A chance meeting with two vampires, who recently betrayed Mortef and formed their own nest, evoke feelings in her she’d never experienced before. Since that erotic encounter, she can’t stop thinking and fantasizing about them, but she has secrets she’s kept buried.

Devon and Kieran know this is the worst time for fate to decide that Rachel is their mate. Devon is just learning the full impact of his uncle’s betrayal, and he is leading his nest on a quest to overthrow him for good. Rachel is irresistible, though, and fate has thrown her hand in, making the desire to cement their bond overpowering.

Rachel doesn’t know she isn’t just another human female, though, and her abilities frighten her. When Devon and Kieran both see the extent of what she is capable of, she runs. The two vampires rush to find her before the evil vampire gets her first and uses her for his own nefarious plans.

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Sara Anderson is the queen of both sci-fi and shifter romance in my opinion. I got hooked on her when I discovered her Warriors of Dareen series, (which I still owe her reviews for, so sad that I have to read them again WEG! ) Then came her Wild Mountain Shifters series, a mixture of magic, shifters, and kink, oh my! And I became even more enthralled with her work. Now we are into the third book of her Southern Supernatural Alphas, a mix of shifters, vampires and more. This book deals

With two hot and hunky vampires, Devon Kane and Keiran Allen, along with mostly human Rachel Dawson.

 

If you’ve read book one, Lycan’s Embrace, Rachel was the unfortunate woman who was attacked by the evil vampire Mortef and used to kill. She’s now under the protection of our heroes from book one. Both Devon and Kieran want Rachel, but since Mortef’s attack, she’s afraid of vampires. Not only do they have to convince her they are the right “masters” for her, but they also need to protect her from being used for Mortef’s nefarious plans.

 

There’s lots of delicious twists and turns in this book along with some downright hot kinky sex. Sara Anderson knows how to write an incredible paranormal romance with all the juicy kink this blogger loves! Don’t miss this one! And while you can read as a standalone, it’s so much better to read the series!

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Standing At The River’s Edge (Prequel to Fire Devil Series) by Piper Stone

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Standing At The River’s Edge is the prequel to Piper Stone’s new series about a group of smokejumpers called the Jackals. This first prequel to the exciting seven book series concentrates on three of the men who will be highlighted in the series.

Stoker Hanson, who survives a daring water rescue. Landon Weaver, an ex-firefighter who drinks himself into a stupor every September 1st to the 12th decides it’s time for a change. And last we have Garcia Puevas, a rock climber who survives a near tragedy and is compelled by a very special man.

Of course, all of these men have something else in common, and that’s something sure to make fans of both spanking and discipline weak in the knees. I have a feeling that this is going to be one HOT series ladies!

Available…

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This is book one in a new, exciting series by Piper Stone. Nestled in the heart of Missoula, Montana are seven smokejumpers, an elite team called the Jackals, sworn to protect lives and the majestic land surrounding them. By day they indulge in their penchant for danger. By night they exude passion. While they have yet to find love, they are ready to lavish a woman with adoration. They share a bond of friendship, and a membership to Burnout, an exclusive club catering to a domestic discipline life style. Each man has a story to tell, one of heartache, yearning and tragedy. Are you ready for their journey and their brand of domination?

 

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto…

 

Rock singer, Jessica Dunn, is at a crossroads in her life and her music career. She knows it’s time for a change. When a friend suggests a vacation in Missoula, Montana, she accepts, albeit with reservations. Cowboy country isn’t her style. While meeting a sexy rancher has delicious perks, she doesn’t like his attitude. After seeing a hint of the man inside, she’s determined to peel away his armor.

 

Stoker Hansen is no lady’s man. In truth, the wounded vet prefers tending to his ranch and soothing his personal beasts fighting to breach the surface. A fireman by trade, his cowboy behavior has garnered a lengthy suspension. A damning secret haunts his every move but a chance meeting with a new girl in town lights his fire. The opinionated vixen has a mouth and a ballsy personality and sparks fly, but he’d prefer to take her over his knee for a hard spanking versus develop any kind of a relationship. Still, he remains intrigued.

 

A series of tragic events pushes Stoker into rejoining the smoke jumping team, if only for a single caustic event. He will face his greatest challenge in an effort to save his honor. Can the sexy singer bring out the man inside and banish his nightmares? Can the handsome smoke jumper help Jessica leave her past behind, finding love as well as her voice?

 

Publisher’s Note: This adult, action adventure romance offers suspense, danger, mystery, sexual scenes and elements of domestic discipline. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase

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