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Nobody Does It Better (Masters And Mercenaries 15) by Lexi Blake

 

 

 

 

A spy who specializes in seduction

Kayla Summers was an elite CIA double agent, working inside China’s deadly MSS. Now, she works for McKay-Taggart London, but the Agency isn’t quite done with her. Spy master Ezra Fain needs her help on a mission that would send her into Hollywood’s glamorous and dangerous party scene. Intrigued by the mission and the movie star hunk she will be shadowing, she eagerly agrees. When she finds herself in his bed, she realizes she’s not only risking her life, but her heart.

A leading man who doesn’t do romance

Joshua Hunt is a legend of the silver screen. As Hollywood’s highest paid actor, he’s the man everyone wants to be, or be with, but something is missing. After being betrayed more than once, the only romance Josh believes in anymore is on the pages of his scripts. He keeps his relationships transactional, and that’s how he likes it, until he meets his new bodyguard. She was supposed to keep him safe, and satisfied when necessary, but now he’s realizing he may never be able to get enough of her.

An ending neither could have expected

Protecting Joshua started off as a mission, until it suddenly felt like her calling. When the true reason the CIA wanted her for this assignment is revealed, Kayla will have to choose between serving her country or saving the love of her life.

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KG Logo They are baaaaacccckkk! Just when you think that Lexi Blake can’t do it any better, she goes and proves you wrong. The fifteenth book in the Masters and Mercenaries series, Nobody Does it Better, is by far a five star, sexy, chart topper that I just couldn’t put down. But that’s not surprising for a Lexi Blake book. It’s also the last book in this actual series. (Ok Lexi, the Kleenex are out!) But no worries, she’s got other series with other timelines in them. (Still boo-hooing Lexi)
Kayla Summers is one of McKay-Taggart’s operatives who also worked for the CIA and China’s M66, where she portrays her “dead” sist she has a new assignment. She has to be the sub of big time movie star Josh Hunt and get him to invite her to a drug lord’s home and find out out where Josh’s money is going every month and who he’s getting mysterious calls from?
She also has to be his bodyguard, and at first, he doesn’t believe the petite beauty can protect him, but she proves herself. Josh is cold and hiding secrets from his past. He refuses to let the quirky little sub get under his skin! He decides to keep her at arms length.But her sunny behavior, their connection in bed, and crazy habts like talking to dolphins and writng to her favorite authors (see below)

Dear JR Ward, Please forgive me for my last email. You should write as quickly or slowly as your muse leads you, and you probably know your characters better than I do. So forget that small threat about Butch and V. I didn’t really mean it. You know who best they should be mated with, not me. No one’s coming for you in the middle of the night and while I do know your address, I promise to respect boundaries.

endear her more to him every day. But how will he feel when he finds out she’s been lying to him? And will Kayla ever get that kiss?
Lexi has done a spectacular job on this book, and has even intermingled characters from her other two earlier series written as Sophie Oak, Bliss and Sirens (You just HAVE to read them too!) Lucky for everyone, they are all being reintroduced to readers with all new scenes! (Gotta LOVE that!) Can I give this book more than 5 Stars?

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“Kayla?”

Her eyes came up, a flash of recognition there. “Yes?”

“Are you going to sign the contract or do you have more questions?”

She picked up the pen sitting on top of the contracts that would bind the two of them together for the next six months. They would reevaluate the relationship at that point in time, but for the next six months, she was his. His bodyguard. His submissive.

Bought and properly paid for. He would take care of her and she would give him what he needed.

She signed with a flourish and sat back, a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

He was curious, too, and there was zero reason to not satisfy their curiosity. Hard and soft limits had been gone over. They would find their communication style as they went along. But first she should understand that he was in control.

“Come sit on my lap.”

She didn’t hesitate. She stood and turned, shifting so she could maneuver her way onto his lap.

Her weight came down on him and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Damn but she made him feel big. He’d seen her take out a man twice her size, but sitting here in his lap she felt small and vulnerable, and fuck but that did it for him.

He slid a hand along her knee, letting himself indulge in the silky-smooth feel of her skin against his palm. “Did you do as I asked?”

He was well aware his voice had gone husky, deeper than normal.

“Yes, Joshua.” She squirmed the tiniest bit, as though trying to find a comfortable position. It might be difficult for her because she was sitting right on his cock, and it was harder and thicker than he could ever remember it being.

“How can I trust you?” This was all part of the game he loved. Here he could let go and play out the darker of his impulses—to control, to take, to possess.

See. Want. Have.

“You’ll have to check,” she replied. “Though shouldn’t we go inside?”

He reached out and picked up his cell with his free hand, pushing one number and connecting to the security room. He put them on speaker. She needed to understand what she was up against in order for the game to be fair. “Landon?”

“This is Burke,” the deep voice replied. “Shane’s on patrol. What can I do for you?”

“Burke, I would like to fuck my submissive on the third-floor balcony. Is anyone watching us? Can you see any cameras pointed our way?”

A low, masculine chuckle came across the line. “No, Mr. Hunt. And given the angle relative to the beach, you should enjoy your evening without worry. The only peepers I would worry about would be your next-door neighbor, and Jared is out for the night.”

“I wouldn’t care if he wasn’t. Keep up the good work.” He hung up and his hand tightened. “I would prefer when we’re playing that you don’t question me like that. I know where I want to fuck you. I know when I want to fuck you, and I’m in charge. If I want you in the middle of a crowded freeway, your only response is a yes or a no. Not to question me.”

She seemed to relax back against him, as though she was giving up the struggle and choosing to submit. “Yes, Joshua. Yes, I understand, and yes to the sex. Please.”

He liked the breathy please and loved how she squirmed. Still, he wasn’t absolutely sure she’d obeyed him, and he was a man who required proof. He slid his hand up her thigh. “Spread your legs for me.”

Her knees fell apart, and he could feel the heat from her core. He slipped a hand up until he made contact with her softest skin. No panties. Nothing but wet heat waiting for him, and it was obvious the play had cranked her up, too. His free hand eased one button on her shirt free, and then another and another until he could move in like a soldier conquering territory. No bra. Her breasts were like the rest of her. Soft and delicate. One nipple rolled against his palm, hardening then and there.

“I can see you’ve been an obedient sub,” he said, his mouth against her ear. “You need to stay that way or there will be punishment. I’m not a sadist, Kayla. I truly don’t get off on your pain, but I will give it to you if you need it. I am a disciplinarian. I gain satisfaction from your obedience. In exchange, I’ll show you how good it can be to obey me.”

 

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Now Available! More Than Love You by Shayla Black


I’m Noah Weston. For a decade, I’ve quarterbacked America’s most iconic football team and plowed my way through women. Now I’m transitioning from star player to retired jock—with a cloud of allegation hanging over my head. So I’m escaping to the private ocean-front paradise I bought for peace and quiet. What I get instead is stubborn, snarky, wild, lights-my-blood-on-fire Harlow Reed. Since she just left a relationship in a hugely viral way, she should be the last woman I’m seen with.

On second thought, we can help each other…

I need a steady, supportive “girlfriend” for the court of public opinion, not entanglements. Harlow is merely looking for nonstop sweaty sex and screaming orgasms that wring pleasure from her oh-so-luscious body. Three months—that’s how long it should take for us both to scratch this itch and leave our respective scandals behind. But the more I know this woman, the less I can picture my life without her. And when I’m forced to choose, I’ll realize I don’t merely want her in my bed or need her for a ruse. I more than love her enough to do whatever it takes to make her mine for good.

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“Hi, Sleeping Beauty.” She grins my way.
“Sorry about that. I can’t remember the last time I just fell off.”
“You obviously needed it. Feel better?”
“Tons. Thanks. How about you?”
“Great. I love drinking alone.” Her smirk says she’s poking harmlessly at me again. “But you gave me time to finish the dishes, do some laundry, read War and Peace…”
“Stop,” I groan. “Three hours is a long nap. I admit it. You going to ease up now?”
“When teasing you is so fun?” She raises a brow. “What do you think are the odds?”
Shitty. “How can I make it up to you? If you want to hop out of the pool and come to my bedroom, I’ll do my best to put a big smile on your face.”
“I’m intrigued,” she admits. “But in between chapters of the sad Russian saga, I Googled you. You’re, um…a big deal.”
I feel heat rush to my face. I’m used to people talking about me, but I’ve never been completely comfortable with it. “I’m told I was. But like I said, I’m retired now.”
“Hall of Famer, for sure.”
“So my agent assures me.” I shrug. “I’m trying not to linger in the past. I still have a lot of life to live.”
She splashes around a little more. “I don’t know. You’re practically ancient compared to me.”
Is this woman going to rib me about everything? Probably. And I still think it’s oddly adorable. It’s way more entertaining than the bowing, scraping, and yes-sirring I’ve been hearing for years. “How much older?”
“Almost nine years. When you were graduating from high school, I was starting junior high. These days, do you need vitamins before sex or a little blue pill?”
Now she’s laughing, and I find myself smiling in return. “Fuck you.”
“That is the idea…”
“Come here, baby.”
Her eyes sparkle under the moonlight, and it’s all I can do not to jump in after her, clothes and all. I want my hands on her now.
“Why don’t you drop trou and come in after me?”
“You’re all wet.”
She purses her lips together, and I know she’ll make one hell of a sexy bad girl. “Don’t you want me that way?”
The way I feel now? Every day, all day. “Just your pussy. That should be juicy and swollen and ready for my cock. The rest of you shouldn’t be wet unless I’m making you sweat in pleasure.”
“You sweet talker, you…”.

More Than Want You, Book 1

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Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

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Dawn of Surrender by Liliana Hart

 

 

From New York Times bestselling author Liliana Hart, comes a sexy, new contemporary romance novella in her MacKenzie Family Series, DAWN OF SURRENDER, brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!

 

 

About DAWN OF SURRENDER:

MacKenzie vs. MacKenzie…

Cole MacKenzie is content to be the sheriff of Surrender, Montana, but he’s needed for a greater purpose. The United States needs a U.S. Marshal with a certain kind of experience to track the leader of the notorious Silver Creek Bandits, as they leave a trail of bodies in their wake with every bank they rob. The leader is smart, cunning, and ruthless. And he’s also his brother.

Elizabeth MacKenzie never dreamed she’d marry Cole MacKenzie, but thanks to her father’s meddling, Cole was hers to have and to hold. Forever. She needed an equal, not a man to rule her life, and Cole fit the bill every in every way. If only he loved her.

One heart is broken and the other is bent on revenge, but love is a choice, and it’s one Cole and Elizabeth are determined to make.

 

 

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“I wish I didn’t like you so much. I’d punch you right in that smug smile.”
“I told you I had a winning personality,” he said. “For some reason, no one ever believes me. You know, Will’s not far off about The Silver Creek Bandits. You heard what they did in Denver?”
“I heard,” Cole said, his blood running cold. “Twelve dead. They strike right at the end of the day. They never leave any alive. And they’re gone before anyone can stop them, and no one seems to know the details. They’re like ghosts.”
“You’re partially right,” Jesse agreed. “But it wasn’t twelve. Body count was twenty this time.”
Cole whistled. “That’s the biggest one yet. They’re escalating. That puts the death toll at more than fifty.”
“The stakes are higher. They don’t want to stop robbing the banks, but it’s getting harder to conceal themselves so they’re going to greater lengths for the cover-up. There was a witness that saw them go into the bank in Denver. He was able to give a good description of three of the men. The sheriff in Denver tried to keep the witness under wraps, but word always gets out. You know how fast gossip can spread. Everyone knew there was a witness before the last sketch was drawn, so you can bet The Silver Creek Bandits knew too.”
“What happened to the witness?” Cole asked, already knowing the answer.
“His name was Jedidiah Taylor. Had his throat slit in his own bed. Along with his wife and two boys. We’ll never have another witness come forward. In fact, I think the only reason Jed came forward was because the local sheriff promised him protection.”
“He failed.”
Jesse nodded. “But not for lack of trying. There were four deputies stationed outside of the Taylors’ home. They didn’t fare any better than Jedidiah and his family.”
They paused their conversation as a server came in with the coffee tray and a small loaf of crusty bread and fresh butter. Jesse drank his coffee black, with no sugar, and Cole watched a little life come back into his eyes. He attacked the bread with the vigor of a man who hadn’t seen anything but jerky or canned beans for the better part of a couple of weeks.
“Why’d you really come?” Cole asked. “Other marshals have come before you. They’ve all given me the same spiel about how my country needs me and what an honor it is to serve the president. What’s changed? You’re the best there is. Why’d he send you?”
“I’m the best marshal there is,” Jesse said matter-of-factly. “And there are others who are almost as good as I am. But we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands than just one or a few men can handle. You’re faster with a gun than I am and you’re a better tracker. President Harrison asked who the best person was to hunt down The Silver Creek Bandits and I told him you. So he sent me to convince you.”

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About Liliana Hart:

Liliana Hart is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author in both the mystery and romance genres. After starting her first novel her freshman year of college, she immediately became addicted to writing and knew she’d found what she was meant to do with her life. She has no idea why she majored in music.

Liliana is an avid reader and a believer in all things romance. Her books are filled with witty dialogue, steamy sex, and the all-important happily-ever-afters her romantic soul craves. Since self-publishing in June of 2011, she’s sold more than 1.2 million ebooks all over the world.

 

 

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Pulled Under (Walker Security 2) by Lisa Renee Jones

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A new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jones…

He is blond, tattooed, and dangerous. She’s as beautiful as she is mysterious and could be his destruction…

Asher wasn’t always a member of the elite Walker Security team, he was a billionaire’s son, who rebelled against his father’s controlling hand, and ended up in New York City’s underground of drugs, rock n roll, and danger. But that is long behind him, and while his tattoos and long blond hair remain, he’s now a chameleon, far more comfortable in a suit and tie than a leather jacket.

Or so he likes to tell himself.

But now Walker Security needs him back inside the underground club scene for a police case they’re working. Women are dying, murdered, and the clock is ticking until another victim is claimed. When Asher is pulled back into this toxic world he meets Sierra, who is as beautiful as she is mysterious. A woman who calls to a darker side of him, long suppressed, unleashing it in what becomes wicked hot passion and obsession. But Sierra has a secret, one that leads her, and Asher, to a dangerous place, and game, with dangerous players, and the game is about life or death.

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Pulled Under is the second spinoff novel in the Tall, Dark and Deadly series for Walker Securities. Archer is one of the undercover operatives who work for the deadly Walker brothers. His assignment? Hunt down and eliminate the serial killer/drug dealer who has been killing young women with a deadly drug.
While he’s undercover at a dive bar, he mistakenly pegs bartender Sierra for an exotic dancer, a mistake he doesn’t make twice. But while he attempts to flirt with her, he sees that she’s in trouble and decides that he’s going to be her protector.
Sierra has spent the last nine months evading the powerful man she refers to as the “Beast”, and as much as she likes Asher, not only can she not afford to trust him or his friends at Walker Security, but she’s deathly afraid of painting a target on anyone else’s back.
Asher never has learned to take no for an answer. So the folks at Walker have a serial killer to catch and a Beast to hunt, all while keeping Sierra safe.
Just when you think Ms. Jones books can’t get any better, they do! The brothers at Walker all make themselves part of the story, while Asher proves he’s not only a hot, sexy, white knight of a hero, but a lethal force to be contended with. Sierra is a lucky woman, though at times I wished she’d trusted Asher a whole lot more.

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“You want more now, and yet you don’t want it enough to make it end. And I already don’t want it to end, Sierra.”
She leans into me, her head resting on my shoulder, emotion that isn’t pleasure radiating off of her and crashing into me. I cup her face and tilt her chin up, my thumb stroking her cheek. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing. Everything. Can you kiss me again already?”
“Where, Sierra?”
“Where?”
“Where do you want me to kiss you? Tell me.”
“Everywhere.” She pushes to her toes, and her lips find mine, looking for an escape, trying to drive her demons away.
I want to demand her answer, make her tell me where she wants my mouth, but I feel her desperation, her need to escape whatever is in her head. And so, I press my lips to hers, I kiss her mouth, drinking her in, and I don’t taste him this time. I taste her. I taste us. I taste need and hunger and passion. “I want you naked,” I say, my hands sliding inside her jeans and panties. “In every possible way, Sierra.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m already there, and it’s terrifying.” She flattens her hand on my chest. “If you turn into an asshole, I swear—”
“You can punish me,” I promise, “and I’m still willing to offer suggestions.”
“If you turn into an asshole after I trusted you,” she says. “I won’t need suggestions, Mr. Ex-Navy SEAL who won’t be able to hide from my wrath.”
Fuck, I’m crazy about this woman. “Good thing I’m not going to turn into an asshole. I want you naked,” I repeat, and this time, I make it happen. I lower myself to one knee and take her jeans and panties with me. My arm wraps her waist and I lift her, dragging her clothing away, and setting her back down. My hands settle on her hips then and I look up at her. She stares down at me, the simmering look in her eyes all about arousal, submission. And I want that from her and not because it’s some sex game, of which I could play and play well.
I press my lips to her belly and just that easily she trembles, and it only makes me want more. Everything is more with her. I drag my mouth lower and lower…

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Check out books one and three in the WALKER SECURITY series: Deep Under, book one, is available now and Falling Under, book three, is available for pre-order! All three books in the series are standalones.
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A Daddy For Christmas Anthology

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A Daddy for Christmas is a sexy collection of ALL-NEW age play romances, brought to you by six USA Today and international bestselling authors. Daddy always knows best, and the young ladies in these smoking hot novellas are lucky to have the firm guidance of a father figure during the most magical time of the year. Grab some hot chocolate, snuggle up in your favorite reading spot, and let these dominant but loving daddies take charge.

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Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon
Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith
Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane
Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley
The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine
His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan

Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this romantic age play collection contain spankings, sexual scenes, and other naughtiness sure to keep you warm during the holidays. Please do not purchase this box set if such material offends you.

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Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon:
When Kingston proposes marriage to Faith a few weeks before Christmas, he’s upfront about his expectations in a bride. Not only is she to call him Papa, but she’ll be under his complete authority and subject to his discipline. She soon thrives under his guidance and finds herself falling for her strict but loving Papa. But despite her newfound happiness, she can’t help but worry something will go wrong. Is their arrangement too good to be true, or has she finally found her forever home?

Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith:
For Aubrey, when an impromptu trip to Build-A-Bear leads to an unexpected rescue by the cowboy Daddy of her dreams, she thinks her deepest, most secret wish about to come true. Sometimes it’s a brand new stuffy at Christmas time; sometimes, it’s a whole lot more.

Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane:
Alex and Connor are undercover again, and it’s all fun and games until the caroling starts. Can Alex make it through this Christmas season without her usual bah-humbugging? Or will her Daddy, Connor have to take matters into his own hands?

Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise By Kara Kelley:
Tis the season and Mountain Man Daddy has a lot to do to surprise his little wife, Avery, with his change of heart about Christmas, but Rocky, their pet bear, is acting strange and refuses to leave Avery’s side. Mountain Man Daddy suspects it’s one of his past arrests lurking, and he’s more protective than ever. But when Avery finds out the real reason, she and her sneaky old neighbour, Annie, start planning a surprise of their own.

The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine:
Kayleigh Cavett penned a desperate letter to Santa Claus hoping for her own holiday miracle. She begged for someone to take care of her and get her life back on track. The next morning she awakens to find a stranded Sebastian Cruz, her brother’s best friend and life long crush. When the handsome lawyer offers to spoil her rotten until the snow melts, will she accept his terms?

His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan:
Her very name means Christmas, yet she’d never experienced the magic of the season. Davis is determined to change that and give his little Noelle the greatest gift of all… a family.

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Enter one of the kinkiest, most Daddy-centric anthologies on the market to be released this holiday season! It’s a Daddy Dom Christmas! Chock full of tales about daddies and their baby girls!
There are lots of stories in here to entertain, and I can honestly say I’ve read this from cover to cover, and while age play isn’t a big favorite of mine, some of these stories made the book worth reading.
My absolute favorites were Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith, where a lonely young woman tries to build her perfect daddy in a Build-A-Bear store and finds much more than she bargained for when she gets stuck in a snow storm.
While I’m a big fan of Sue Lyndon’s, Papa’s Little Bride was a bit of a conundrum for me. It’s supposed to be set in the far future, but reads very much like the Victorian times, maybe a later era, and that for me soured the story.
Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane was a big hit as it was a continuation of a favorite story from Undercover Doms, an Anthology from last year We revisit Connor and Alex, our undercover duo. This time they are playing mall elf, (Alex) and photographer, (Connor). They are at the mall trying to figure out where a group of teens are getting drugs, but whenAlex is pulling away from Connor, it’s the spirit of Christmas that comes through for them all!
Mountain man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley was also enjoyable enough that I purchased the original book. I’m not going to ruin the surprise and say what It is, but it was fairly obvious from the start what Avery’s big surprise is for Mike. Nuff said.
The rest of the stories in this book were certainly enjoyable as well, again, I’m not a fan of age play so much, and while a certain amount of the daddy dynamic is fine, regressing to a 5 year old just doesn’t do it for me personally. But everyone has the right to their own kink, as long as it’s Safe, Sane, Consensual, and everyone is of legal age.So have fun!

5stars

 

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Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon

PG-ish excerpt for Papa’s Little Bride:
He runs a hand through his hair. “I want you to live here, Faith. With me. I will give you a room of your very own. I will take care of you, and you will want for nothing.”
“You want me as your mistress?” I ask hesitantly. As I await his response, I decide being Mr. Freemont’s mistress would not be so bad. Belonging to one man would surely be better than spreading my legs for multiple men a day at Madam Angelic’s establishment. In the back of my mind, I’ve always known it would be a possibility that I’d end up working as a prostitute in order to survive. Of course, I had intended to exhaust all other avenues of work first.
“No, not as my mistress.” He grasps my hand. “As my wife, by trial.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“We would be married for a trial period of thirty days. At the end of those thirty days, we can decide whether to remain married or to separate. If we decided to separate for some reason, I would see that you remain taken care of for the rest of your life.”
“I see. So at the end of the thirty days, we both decide? You would not force me to stay with you if I did not wish it?”
“Precisely. I’m not in the habit of keeping wives against their will,” he says with a wry smile that serves to ease the tension. “However, I will be upfront with you about my expectations. I am not looking for an ordinary wife or an ordinary marriage.” He pauses for a moment. “You would live as my little girl, and you would call me Papa. I would care for you, and guide you, even discipline you when necessary. I would be a strict but loving father figure to you, Faith, and in time, when and if I think you are ready, I would take you as my wife-in-truth. I couldn’t help but notice how you blushed when I called you little girl and young lady, and I see that you keep squirming. The very idea of being my sweet little girl, and my wife, has no doubt shocked you, but it has also made you feel achy between your thighs, hasn’t it?”
I’m stunned speechless.

NSFW excerpt from Papa’s Little Bride:

My sweet, but naughty, little girl obediently lays over my lap. A thrill jolts through me to have her in this position, with her bottom jutted up high and her legs slightly parted to reveal the slickness glimmering at the slit of her smooth pink cunny. She soon gasps and tries to place her thighs together, and I respond by shifting her over one knee, forcing her legs to fall open. I clamp my free leg atop her fidgeting ones and cup her behind cheeks, each in turn, massaging and inspecting her luscious pale globes.
“You will remain spread like this during your punishment, young lady. There will be no hiding from Papa. Your cunny will remain on full display at all times while I’m reddening your bottom cheeks. I realize this might embarrass you, especially because I’ll be able to see every little glimmer of moisture, and no doubt when you squirm, your secret inner folds, but you were a naughty little girl and this added embarrassment is part of your punishment. This is what happens to naughty little girls. They get turned over their papa’s knee for a good, hard spanking.” With that, I raise my hand and let the first strike fall. My palm descends on her right cheek with a resounding smack, and I waste no time in delivering the second blow to her left cheek.
“Oh! Ouch!” She wiggles, but I easily hold her in place.
“None of that,” I scold, alternating smacks from one reddening cheek to the other, peppering her entire bottom with sharp swats. “You’re getting this spanking whether you like it or not.”

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USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, everything from contemporary to historical to fantasy. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith

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She wished she hadn’t stopped in Wichita for that Five-Hour Energy shot with a forty-ounce Code Red chaser.
“I really have to pee,” she told her bear. Supposedly, somewhere in all that fast-falling snow was a bathroom. She couldn’t think of anything more stupid than blindly setting out in search of it. On the other hand, if she just sat here, she was going to wet her pants and these were cloth seats. Also, her Little didn’t like diaper play.
Wind buffeted the car. Already swirling snow was building on the windows. Even with the heater running, it was storming hard enough to blanket all but the sections of glass closest to the vents. The underside melted, but the upper layer accumulated, growing thicker by the minute. She watched thin rivulets of water slip along under the snow like tears.
Why was it that the longer a person thought about having to pee, the worse the sensation became? The pressure of the seatbelt was too much, so Aubrey took it off. She tried to find a more comfortable, less bladder-crunched way to sit. She bounced a couple times. It wasn’t working. In the short amount of time she’d spent parked here, the swirling storm had completely covered every window and presumably, the rest of her vehicle. Getting out was a bad idea, but she had to do something to relieve the pressure.
Leaning over the backrest, she hooked her jacket off the rear seat and pulled it on. She shoved open the driver’s-side door just in time to see bright, yellow light splash over the door and her arm. She yanked her arm back in just as the pickup truck slid to a stop beside her, shaving the door clean off her car.
In the half-second of heart-pounding quiet which directly followed, there was a lot Aubrey couldn’t remember. She didn’t remember crab-crawling into the passenger seat until her back butted against the other door. She sure didn’t remember grabbing Potentially Demonic Bear because never in her wildest imaginings did she imagine hugging him would have saved her from anything. At best, he was only a Build-A-Bear, he just didn’t have that kind of power. At worst… well, the jury was still out on which side of the whole Good vs. Evil Spectrum he swung.
Staring wide-eyed and horrified at the jet-black truck and gaping snow-filled hole where her door used to be, Aubrey honestly didn’t know if she’d screamed. She couldn’t remember making a sound. Not until that truck rocked, the window cranked down, and a dark-haired man in a well-worn brown felt cowboy hat popped his head into view. The truck was high enough, so he had to scrunch down to see her, but his eyes were no less wide than hers, and when he saw her, his face paled.
“Christ on a cracker,” he swore, peering through the narrow gap between the bottom of his window frame and the top of her now quite broken car. “Lady, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see a thing.”
In that instant, two thoughts centered themselves in her mind—a mind blown empty by the shock of what had just happened. First, how was she going to get to Nebraska or hell, even the next town, in a car without a driver’s door? And second, from his hat to the white collar of his t-shirt to the black collar of his leather jacket, the man looked just like her Build-A-Bear. And her Build-A-Bear looked exactly the way she had imagined her cowboy Daddy would when she’d been hugging the little cloth heart.
“Holy shit,” she said stunned, her breath steaming the snow-flecked air as it came swirling into her car. She hadn’t built a bear. “I built a Daddy!”

Maren Smith
“For me, romance and kink have always gone hand in hand. I love strong, authoritative men—men who are both ready, willing and able to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to explore my kinky side without feeling ‘weird’. Even better, with the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it will be appreciated by people with the same interests. Although I’ve been writing spanking romances for more than twenty years, it’s only been in the last five that I’ve truly broken out of my self-imposed shell to explore the other aspects of my submissive nature. Fortunate enough to live with my Dominant, I am an author, a Little and a submissive for the love of my life. Between that and my membership at my local Dungeons, there are very few things that I write about that I haven’t tried at least once.”

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Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane

Excerpt – Rated R
Kris Kringle Candy Cane Treatment

Connor was so proud of his brave, little girl. She played hard, she wore her emotions on her sleeve. And he’d known for a long time now that she wanted to go further, but she was scared to try. Luckily, he had gotten an early Christmas present to go with their cane. He laid the cane down on the table and picked up the other item he’d brought back that she hadn’t paid particular attention to. She would soon enough though.
“Okay, little girl. Daddy is going to punish you for being so naughty. He’s going to give you the extra special Kris Kringle candy cane treatment.”
He opened the large candy cane and held it front of her mouth. It was only four inches long and approximately an inch in diameter. The perfect implement for what he had in mind.
“Open your mouth and suck, baby.”
Her eyes widened, but she opened her mouth and accepted the huge peppermint candy with the hook on the end.
He pulled it out and some of her saliva dripped down as he held it in her line of sight. “Do you know where this is going, baby girl?”

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Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley

Excerpt: “You weren’t coming outside like that, were you?” He yanked off his toque with a growl, kicked off his boots and shucked out of his coat. Snow landed at his feet and began melting.
“I was hot,” she said meekly. “But, no. I just realized what I was wearing and was going to change when you came through the door.”
He hung his coat on the hook and took the mugs from her, holding both handles in one of his large hands so he could brush the snow from his hair and beard.
“Go ahead then, little girl.” He gave her a half smile and her heart fluttered happily. “Not that I don’t enjoy looking at your legs, but you’re going to catch a cold.”
Her brows rose at his words. “Every time you say that I tell you that you don’t catch a cold from the weather, you catch a cold from a virus.” She watched as he rubbed his big hand over his beard seemingly in consideration of her statement. Rocky seemed to grow bored by their conversation and walked to the woodstove, grunted and threw himself down in front of it.
“And every time you say that, I’m usually taking care of you, making you soup and handing you tissues the next week.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s just a coincidence. I’m the one who goes to town and people give me germs.”
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?” His voice was deep, low and threatening.
She shivered but grinned cheekily. “Umm, I sure did.” She turned, spun on the balls of her feet, and ran into the bedroom, knowing he still held the two cups and would have to set them down before chasing her.
Just as he flew into the room, at a speed a man of his size shouldn’t be capable of, Rocky bustled in behind him.
“Stay back, Mountain Man or my bear will attack,” she said with a giggle, pointing at Rocky. “You hear him growling?”
“Black bears don’t growl, little one.” He stalked closer to the bed, and she scrambled off the other side. Rocky was silently but intently watching.
“Hmm, learn something new every day,” she replied and shifted to match his movement, keeping them an equal distance apart.
“I plan on teaching you something else.”
His smirk was hidden, but she knew by the sparkle in his eyes that he was being playful. Oh, she’d end up over his knee, but it would be for fun and it would end in the most delicious way.
As he lunged across the bed at her, Rocky made a deep pulsing throaty noise that made Mike freeze.
“I thought you said they don’t growl?” Avery’s stomach quivered.
“That wasn’t a growl, Avery, but it was a threat.”
Avery looked at the bear, large and intimidating, filling the doorway with his mass. He hadn’t moved his eyes from Mike for even a second. Mike rolled and sat up on the bed.
“Do you think a huge storm is coming and Rocky’s trying to warn us?” she asked.
“No, he’s protecting you. I’m just not sure why.” Mike scratched his beard, eying the bear warily.
“He’s never done this before. He sees us play all the time. Hell, he’s seen you punishing me.”
“Right.” He narrowed his eyes and shot her a quick warning glance. “Don’t go anywhere alone.”
His deep voice reverberated through her. “What?” Her brow furrowed. “But this is why you taught me how to use the gun, and made me pore over books on wildlife, and got me the car. So I didn’t need a chaperone all the time.”
“Avery, I won’t argue over this. Something’s changed and until I know what it is, you’re on lockdown. You don’t leave this cabin without me.”
He looked at her, the playful sternness replaced by the real kind that made her belly sink like a rock and her nether cheeks tingle in dread.
“Understood?”
“Yes.” She nodded and he rose from the bed. If she couldn’t tell how concerned he was by his pallor and tight expression, she could tell by the way he hadn’t made her repeat her ‘yes’ and add ‘daddy’. Mike was worried. Avery chewed her lip. And that made her worry, too.

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Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss.

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The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine

Excerpt:

PG:
“Did you see me on the couch last night?” She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger as she waited for his answer. She was afraid her nighttime recollections might be real. “I thought I fell asleep there.”
“Yeah, you feel asleep mostly sitting up. Your body was all scrunched, so I carried you to bed.”
“Oh. Well, thank you.” She forced a smile. “I don’t really remember all the details, but I dreamed you kissed me good-night.”
“You opened your eyes and appeared to be wide awake, but I didn’t kiss you.” He winked. “You did grab my face and kiss me for a while though.”
“Hm.” She forced her focus on the coffee pot, willing it to brew faster to get her out of this awkward conversation. It hadn’t been just a simple peck. No, in her half asleep state, it had turned into a full blown make-out session. No wonder it had felt real. It had been! “So, uh where were you headed before the storm came through?”
“I was on my way to stay with a friend. He and his wife throw a big party every year after Christmas, but I was going to stay a few extra days. The weather thwarted the trip, so I headed this way. I hope you don’t mind too much.” He grinned. “Am I imposing on your holiday plans?”
“No. I didn’t have any to start with. Did Rhett send you out to check on me?” When was the last time they had seen each other? Probably a year to the day. Even without her snowbird parents, this house was the gathering place for Christmas Eve except for this year. Kayleigh had told Rhett she wanted to be alone. Stupid blizzard messed up her agenda of getting drunk and watching sad movies.
“Your brother had nothing to do with the weather. Maybe this storm was supposed to send me here. No one should be alone on Christmas.”

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“Oof.” Kayleigh landed with a groan and knocked her thoughts back to the present. Three sharp taps hit against the very top of her right thigh followed by the same number and intensity on the left. His palm seared the sensitive juncture, still sore from the earlier round, and she kicked her feet out. Bastian hooked a leg over hers, locking her in place. Part of her regretted the challenge she’d thrown out, but the other sang in relief. She’d tested. He’d responded. “I’m sorry!”
“You’ll be more sorry when I’m done with you.”
“I didn’t mean whatever you thought I meant.”
“No more talking. I made a shiny new ball gag last weekend, and I’m happy to test it on you.”

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His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan

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#1: R

Davis grinned as he stood beside the bed. “Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.”
She immediately obeyed, nipples protruding like hard little bullets at his instruction and the endless possibilities of what her daddy had planned. His roaming fingers and gentle tugs on her nipples had kept her aroused throughout. His strokes across her sex, his quick flicks against her clit had her entire body thrumming. She felt like a fine instrument that he played with expertise, surprising her with the tempo, the cadence of every stroke, every probe, eliciting her vocal accompaniment as he conducted his symphony. He’d left her panting, primed, and so very eager for him to reach for her again, to play the final chord, the crescendo that would fill the air with the sounds of an extremely satisfied woman. Instead, she knelt, her eyes tightly closed, straining to hear his movements, wondering what he was doing.
So badly wanting to peek as she heard him moving about the room, she denied herself, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Even the sinking of the mattress as he joined her on the bed did not cause her eyelids to flutter open. After another moment or two, with a bit more jostling that she couldn’t quite figure out the purpose of, he spoke.
“You may open your eyes.”
Once she did, she could only gape and then giggle. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a big grin on his face.
“What’s the matter, little girl? Haven’t you ever seen Santa Claus before?” She couldn’t really yet speak as he shook his head, causing the huge pom-pom on the tip of the red hat he wore to sway. Large fingers stroked down the long white beard hanging down to his chest, but it was his free hand—the hand that could deliver devilish pain or provide exquisite pleasure—which encircled his erection, that captured and held her gaze.
“I believe some little girl never got the chance to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas.”
He released his beard and cock and reached for her. Crawling to him, she could feel her face flush and her pussy gush… not to sit on his lap, but to straddle him, her hand replacing his to guide the head of his cock to the entrance of her sex. Lowering down slowly, she moaned as inch by inch she took him inside. His girth always caused a bit of discomfort, yet she didn’t even try to disguise the mews of pleasure she experienced as he slowly filled her.
“Need some help?” he asked, his hands slipping to hold her waist.
“Yes, please,” she managed, gasping when he lifted his hips to drive the final few inches of his shaft deep inside her, pulling her down until her bottom settled on his groin.
“Comfy?” he teased.
“Very,” she said softly, amazed as always that he actually fit inside her.
Davis grinned and allowed his hands to slip behind her, fingers splaying against her buttocks. “I’ve heard you’ve been a very good girl this year.”

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She followed the direction his finger was pointing and shook her head. “No way I’m going to climb up a mountain and then careen down on some flimsy sled. I don’t have a death wish!”
“Don’t worry, we’re not going sledding,” Davis said.
“He’s right, and you don’t have to climb. We take the T-bar lift up and then we’re going to race down on toboggans,” Steven confirmed. “Unless, of course, you just want to concede now and go join the little snow babies.”
Noelle just gaped up at the mountain again and then looked at Davis before turning to Steven. “We are so going to beat you! I’ll expect an apology and the biggest funnel cake in Wyoming after you finally slide over the finish line.”
“That’s the spirit,” Steven said, giving her a hug.
“Who knew you were as competitive as the rest of us?” Davis said, pulling her to him.
“You’re a bad influence, Davis Waterford,” she said. “If I die on this mountain, I swear I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life, and it won’t be pretty!”
“You’re not going to die, babygirl. You are going to have a blast!”
All of Davis’ siblings except for Colleen and Paul joined them. Noelle was sure she’d made a huge mistake as soon as she jumped off the lift. She’d not truly expected to be taken so high up the mountain. Though she’d skied before, it had been after taking lessons, and her fate had been in her own hands.
“You know, when I was in ski class, the very first thing the instructor taught us was how to fall. And the girl next to me broke her arm the moment she hit the ground.”
“You don’t have to worry about falling, babe. You’ll be sitting down,” Davis assured her. “Even if something did happen, you wouldn’t have far to fall.”
“You just said I didn’t have to worry about falling!” Noelle protested, punching his arm.
“Of course, keep punching me and you might want to slide down the mountain on your tummy, if you get my drift.”

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“What’s this?”
“I don’t know, Santa doesn’t tell me everything,” he said with a shrug.
“Well, it has your name on it,” she said, looking at the tag hanging from a ribbon.
“It does?”
Noelle rolled her eyes but giggled and played along. “Yes, see? It says Daddy.”
Taking the package from her, he read the tag. “Actually, it says for Noelle’s Daddy.”
“Same thing, go ahead and open it,” she said, tugging on her second boot.
Davis tied it and then sat next to her on the bed and opened the package. Lifting it up, he watched her eyes and saw the puzzlement in their depths.
“What is it?”
“Bells,” he said, giving the string a shake and hearing a soft chiming fill the room.
“I can hear that, but why would Santa give you bells? They’re pretty, and I guess you can hang them on the door or the tree.”
“You don’t hang them, babygirl, you wear them.”
“Wear them? How?”
“Well, not wear them exactly, you hold them.”
Noelle shrugged. “Okay, have fun with that.”
She was about to jump off the bed when he reached out and laid his hand on her arm. “Not me, you’ll hold them.” He paused and then reached down and patted her bottom. “In your pretty little bum.”
Her eyes grew huge as she looked at the silver bells. “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, baby, I assure you I am. Now, drop those pants and panties and climb over my lap.”
“Daddy, I can’t wear those! People will hear them!”
“They’ll be muffled all tucked up inside, but, if you want to be a Grinch—”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, sliding off the bed and unfastening her jeans. “The last time you put something up my… um, anyway, it wasn’t very comfortable.”
“That’s because it was punishment,” Davis said. “This is funishment.”
“You are nuts,” she said, but he watched her tug down her clothing and saw the gleam in her eyes.

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The Duke’s Temptation by Raven McAllan

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Tortured duke Gibb Alford has vowed never to love again… until a beautiful French knife thrower brings him to his knees

When Gibb Alford, Duke of Menteith, saves a beautiful French knife thrower from the unwanted attentions of a fellow aristocrat he is ill-prepared for the immediate tug of attraction to the beautiful Evangeline. Widowed, he has sworn off love forever, so he can well do without this temptation.

Evangeline certainly doesn’t want the complication of being in the sights of one smoky-eyed Scottish Duke. She’s a lady on a mission, with no time for love or dalliance.

However, fate and life have other plans and gradually Gibb and Evangeline become a couple.

As each struggle with the demons of their pasts, Evangeline finds life in the ton difficult. The spurned aristocrat Gibb saved her from, is not prepared to give in and retire gracefully. And while Gibb fights the man, he also declares war on his own emotions. When Evangeline’s past is revealed to her, everything changes. She has a decision to make.

Fight for Gibb—or flee to a safe but unfulfilled future.

As for her Duke… All is fair in love and war—right?

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Ohhh Raven, the arm twisting has begun yet again. Regency romance, as you all probably know, this is not a favorite catagory of mine. If it were anyone other than Raven, I probably would run off in the other direction, but somehow, Raven makes a subject that gives me hives more palatable. (Yes, that is a HUGE compliment!) I actually enjoyed this book, read it from cover to cover without stopping.

Our Hero in The Duke’s Temptation meets our heroine when she’s performing as a knife thrower. Evangeline is then attacked by a rogue jerk. Even though Gibb is there, she does quite well for herself. The two of them begin a friendship because Gibb is a widower who vows to never marry again. Because of the threat against Evangeline, Gibb sticks around, and they both have to fight the attraction they feel for one another. Will they stay in the friend zone? Or will friends become much more? Grab yourself a copy of the Duke’s Temptation and find out for yourself, you’ll be glad you did!!!

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Whenever had a knife twirled so fast it became a vicious, glittering blur of metal?

Never.

Gibb Alford, the Duke of Menteith, had expected to be bored. Or on guard against any female who had somehow wangled her way into the spectacular. Or, although he devoutly hoped it wouldn’t be so, both. Not that any woman should be there, but he was by now much too cynical to expect what should be so to actually be thus.

What he also hadn’t envisaged was this unfamiliar tug of arousal directed toward the main act of the night. Who was a female, although he presumed an invited one. One who stirred his senses in a manner he’d almost forgotten.

Gibb didn’t do arousal. Not now. Or, he amended, he hadn’t. He stood on the terrace, amidst his peers but alone, a glass of the finest French brandy in his hand. In silence he watched the Chinese firecrackers and flaring sconces set around the lawn vie with the moon and stars for brightness, and willed his body to behave. Not for the first time he wondered what he was doing there. Why wasn’t he at home on his beloved Scottish estate? At times being a conscientious peer was annoying to say the least.

Someone bumped into him and apologized as Gibb scowled. He didn’t want his concentration spoiled, or his brandy spilled by an idiot like Algernon Follet.

As Follet swayed, Gibb held his goblet out of the way. Good brandy was not to be wasted. Gibb watched his fellow spectator stumble away, miss the fishpond by inches and lurch round a statue, before he ignored the man and instead turned his attention back to what was happening on the lawn. Only to tug at his suddenly too tight cravat because of what he once again saw in front of him.

In the middle of the perfect, manicured, luscious grass, a wooden platform had been erected in front of a large, plain white, thick canvas screen. Before it, the curvaceous raven-haired beauty who had attracted him minutes earlier stood with her arms outstretched, her crimson lips wide and an invitation to every man in the vicinity to stop, stare and give her their undivided attention. Dressed in something made of two-tone material, the like of which he’d never seen before, with hidden slits up each side, she presented a picture of contradictions. Gibb was sure she made each and every one of the audience imagine what the gown might or might not conceal.

The illusion of material not really there was very clever, Gibb mused. The flesh-colored silk that swung loose from her shoulders matched her skin, so he couldn’t see where skin finished and material began. The bodice fit snug around her generous breasts in such a way he had to wonder just how it stayed in place. Her lustrous hair swung loose over her shoulders in a riot of curls and sparkling jewels hung from her ears and around one ankle, just above one of a pair of sandals that from a distance appeared flimsy and delicate. In her left hand she held a wicked-looking knife—a stiletto, he noticed—now still and unmoving. Even so, it shone in the twinkling lights that surrounded her.

The last firecracker sizzled and died, and with just the flickering torches to light her, the woman bowed to the assembled men. “I need,” she said with a husky, seductive French accent, “a man.”

The howls and catcalls would have overwhelmed anyone without a strong determination. She waited, arms folded and with an amused look on her face, until there was once more silence. Then she raised one eyebrow. Even at the distance he was, Gibb realized the woman was toying with them. Teasing them about something they thought would happen and she knew would not.

To his annoyance, his body tightened even more. He did not want this reaction to an unknown woman. Hell, he didn’t want it with regards to anyone known to him either. Gibb Alford wanted no one to disturb his well-ordered life. The life where his mind never let him shy away from the sole thing that tore into him. His wife was dead and he was to blame. He was never going to be put in a similar position again.

Never.

The lady fixed her gaze on one of the men near to the front and beckoned to him in what some might call a seductive manner. Gibb chose to interpret it in a different way. Her body language showed nothing of seduction, except for that curled finger. Was it a come-hither gesture? He thought not. However, it worked. Young Lord Denby Crowe bowed in an extravagant manner and swaggered toward her.

God, Gibb mused, he felt old and jaded. Why could they not see the act for what it was? Entertainment, not innuendo. Why was he here? Because it was better than sitting alone in an empty house and wondering why it had all gone wrong. Here were no scheming mamas or desperate debs who saw him as a challenge or a poor wounded widower who needed a new wife. To his horror, not long before, a brazen and giggling chit had even accosted him outside the card room at one of the few soirees he’d felt compelled to attend and suggested he looked at her daughter.

No, no and no.

With an inward shudder of distaste at the memory, Gibb returned his attention to the vista in front of him and the very different woman in their midst.

“Take off your coat, my lord,” the woman said with a slow and throaty drawl to her… Her what? Victim? “Pass it to one of your colleagues so it does not get in the way.”

Crowe did so, smirked at his friends and stood with one leg bent in a suggestive manner before he put his hands to his cravat.

She shook her head. “Oh no, m’sieur, I would not do that. That is a good guard in case my aim is wrong.”

Lord Crowe stiffened and half turned. “Aim?” he croaked. “What aim?”

“Scared?” she taunted Crowe.

Am I the only one to see the derision in her eyes? Gibb wondered. To realize she held them, if not in contempt, damn near it.

“Are you worried that perhaps women do not have as good an eye as men?” the woman asked with a lilt of humor in her voice. “Or indeed that we are better?”

Denby flushed. “Not a bit,” he said tersely. “You’re a mere woman.”

“You think that means I will not hit where I intend?” She quirked one eyebrow and mocked him. “Oh dear. I suspect only time will tell.” The knife in her hand soared into the air, whirling almost lazily as it did so. It appeared as if she would cut her palm as she caught it.

Gibb gulped as she put her hand out and caught the stiletto without even looking. The insolence, the certainty she had nothing to worry about hit him like a cannon shot. A woman in command of her senses. Not someone to rely on a man, or demand attention. However, she had secured his. All of it. He couldn’t remember the last time anything had done that, let alone a woman.

Not even his wife.

From behind Gibb someone shouted out, “Women can’t aim and hit to save themselves with anything. Aim for his bollocks and hit his brain.”

She laughed and gave a gamine grin that to his surprise went straight to Gibb’s groin.

“As I am the exception to your absurd rule, that is exactly what would happen, for we all know where a man’s brain is located.” The amusement that followed was good-natured and she curtsied. “Let us begin. Sir, I hope you can assure me you will stay as I direct?”

Denby scowled and pointed his finger toward her. “What are you, anyway?”

Gibb had wondered when Denby was going to get around to asking that.

“Ah, that is a question many have asked,” she said in that husky throaty voice Gibb had noticed earlier, then laughed. “Wait and you’ll find out,” she advised him as she once more twirled the knife in her hands. Even from where he stood, Gibb could accept and admire her mastery of the weapon.

So it seemed could Denby Crowe, who was getting paler by the second. Gibb had an amused idea that the man might vomit or run. He hoped he didn’t as the spectacle unfolding on the lawn looked as if it was definitely going to be the highlight of the evening, if not his whole sojourn in the capital.

“My name is La Belle Evangeline,” the woman said in a slow and husky undertone. “Stand with your back to the screen, and then be careful you make no abrupt movement.”

All of a sudden Gibb understood what she was all about. Her stiletto was not for security or effect, it was part of her act. A knife-thrower. He’d seen one, once many years before, although then it had been a man holding the knife. Now it seemed there was a woman about to do the tricks and at one of his fellow members of the ton, not at a partner.

It could be interesting.

It was.

Gibb had no idea if it was the way she caressed the knife like a lover, or how she was in control of what happened that sent his body into an unexpected and uncomfortable state of arousal. Whichever, he wasn’t amused by his visceral reaction. He didn’t need it, didn’t want it and as sure as hell had no intention of acting on it. Danger for danger’s sake should not be and would not be in his present, or his future. If it were up to him, he would never be privy to emotions that arose from such a thing.

Or from anything else.

With that resolution firmly in his mind he willed his body into rest—he was not entirely successful—leaned back on a marble pillar and prepared to be entertained.

Denby Crowe stared wide-eyed and stood as rigid as the statuary dotted around the grounds. Gibb watched, entranced as La Belle Evangeline, with a grin he decided was best described as wicked, leaned toward the man.

“Do not worry,” she purred in a voice that curled around Gibb like hot chocolate. “I rarely miss.” She paused and contemplated the knife she held. Picked up another and spun it between her fingers. The blades seemed ten times longer than before and forty times as dangerous as they shone and glinted in the flickering lights. “And if I do it will be a very sudden death.” She waited for the beat of three as the crowd erupted into nervous laughter. “Not, alas, the little death, but one of greatness and finality. So I suggest, my lord, you do not deviate from my desires.”

Within seconds, knives were thrown toward Crowe from every direction. When the sultry knife-thrower told him to spread his legs and not to flinch, Gibb wouldn’t have been surprised to see him run. She was more than most men could control, and most would not attempt to.

He could. He wouldn’t.

To Denby’s credit he didn’t move—although it was more likely a result of sheer terror than bravery—and Gibb joined in with the applause as the last knife stuck, quivering, into the screen behind Crowe, a mere three or so inches from his bollocks.

Evangeline kissed her volunteer’s cheek and held his hand so they could bow together.

The audience cheered once more, resumed their chatter and began to wander back indoors, no doubt to replenish their glasses. Gibb had no intention of drinking anything else. He considered his duty done and therefore as soon as he could find his host he’d make his farewells and head home.

He watched with interest as, once Evangeline and Crowe disengaged, she slapped the man’s hand away from her breast. Whatever she hissed at him, and he was certain hissed was the correct word, Crowe wasn’t fazed and once more tried to touch her. The knife she held up appeared as if by magic and, amused, Gibb saw Crowe hold his hands in the air and walk away with a brisk step. It seemed La Belle Evangeline knew how to look after herself. Strange, Gibb mused, that his own erection didn’t diminish at the thought of her with a readily available knife. Was he unhinged or was it just the novel experience of desiring someone without wanting to? Complicated thoughts for so late at night. Whatever, it was all immaterial. He refused to let his uncomfortable arousal take charge. He would not be at the mercy of his vagarious body.

Gibb turned back toward the house and hunted for his host. Enough was enough. Time now to go home and ponder why his body had chosen to react to La Belle Evangeline and no one else since—

Stop it now. It is over and you do as you wish. And he did not wish for emotions to hold sway. Never again would he allow that, whatever they were. It led to anguish, tortured thoughts of ‘what if’ and ‘if only’ and people hurt. He hadn’t been able—or cared enough—to curb his wife’s wild side, and she’d died because of it. Because of him.

Never again would he put himself in the position of being responsible for someone else’s happiness and wellbeing.

 Raven2Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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Billionaire Hero (Billionaire Bikers MC Book 3) by Sam Crescent

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Billionaire Bikers MC, 3

Lewis Cox has devoted his entire life to hunting Mandy, his neighbor who as a child was kidnapped by traffickers. Even now that she’s safe, and in his life, he knows there’s no way he can stop his mission. He can’t let other women live through what she had.  

Mandy was raped, beaten, tortured, and left to die—but the memory of Lewis always helped her throughout her life. Now that she’s free, Lewis is helping her take her life back. Everything she missed out on while she’d been enslaved is now hers. Still, her life was tainted, and she’s seen and done things no one should ever have to. She’s guilty, too, and now she wonders if she has the right to love Lewis at all… 

Lewis’s guilt threatens to swallow him whole. He is in love with Mandy, and wants nothing more than to give her the life she deserves. When the monster from her past comes back, Mandy’s life is in danger once again, and it’s up to Lewis to save her. Can he be her hero a second time?

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Sam Crescent is a writer that frankly amazes me. As a blogger and a writer, I am simply amazed at the number of books she turns out. But it’s the content that almost always blows my mind, and this book does just that. Billionaire Hero is the third in a series about a rich group of bikers that meet in secret to help stop human trafficking. Lewis Cox, their president, founded the group to help people like Mandy Watson, the girl who was taken at 10 years of age when he was 18 and supposed to be watching her. It took him 12 years, but he became rich, and never stopped looking until he found her.

Mandy spent years in hell, but her crush saved her. Now she’s a full grown woman who wants Lewis, but there’s a reward on her head they’ll all have to deal with first. The Billionaire’s Club MC is on the case! They try to hunt down the man who will do anything to have Mandy back to punish her! Soon both Lewis and Elijah learn that Mandy is not the same girl she was, and Elijah is going down!

This was an incredible book by Sam Crescent, you can bet I’ll be reading the rest of the series. Bravo to Sam for spotlighting the problem of Human trafficking.

5stars

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Mandy didn’t know how she had gotten to be a rotten egg. She’d been in her bathing suit and near the pool. Within seconds, Lewis had thrown his shirt over his head and hit the water before she’d even gotten to the edge of the pool.

“Rotten egg,” he said, breaking the surface.

“That’s not fair. You’re not even in bathing trunks.”

“So? They’re still briefs, and they’re like trunks. It’s good enough for me.” He floated along the surface, showing his “trunks.”

“You cheated.”

“Now you’re creating rules because you don’t like the fact you’re a loser.”

She climbed into the pool and gave him a wide berth.

“Is that the game you’re going to play?”

“You cheated.”

“I did not. You didn’t mention once that there were rules. Before calling rotten egg, you should have said so.”

She rolled her eyes, but knew he was right. She was just teasing him, having fun.

He’d always tag her as a kid, and they’d run home.

Her brother often thought it was a childish game. She loved it, though. When it came to Lewis, she had loved him for a long time.

Lewis swam beside her, and she smiled at him. “I was only playing around.”

“I know. You couldn’t stay angry with me for long.” His hands wrapped around her waist, and he lifted her up, and then brought her down into the water.

By the time she broke the surface, she was laughing. She couldn’t help it. “You’re a complete nut.”

“You love it.”

She did love it.

As she splashed water on him, he did the same to her, and for over an hour, they goofed around in the pool. For the first time since being a kid, she felt carefree. It was a nice feeling, and not one she wanted to lose.

Lewis left the pool first, and when he came out from the house, he held a bottle of sunscreen. “You’re going to burn.”

“I want to burn. I don’t want to get out of the water.” She floated on her back and stared up at the sky. It was so clear, so bright, and so perfect.

She never wanted to leave this moment.

Sunburn hurt though, so she climbed out of the pool and walked toward him. Sitting down on the chair, she took the towel he gave her and began to dry off.

“I love the pool.”

“I’m glad. It’s hot out, and I don’t see it letting up for some time.”

“Nah, it probably won’t. That’s the bonus of having a pool to cool off in.” After she was dried, she sat still as Lewis rubbed the sunscreen into her flesh. She loved his touch more than anything. His fingers were gentle, and his touch aroused her in ways that she didn’t think were possible. Reality was setting in. Before coming down to the pool, he’d wanted to talk. She couldn’t shirk her duties any longer. He’d given her this time, and it was now time for her to find out what he wanted to know. “What did you want to talk about?”

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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!

5stars

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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.

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?

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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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Tripped Out (A Blacktop Cowboys Novella) by Lorelei James

 

 

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lorelei James, comes TRIPPED OUT, a new novella in her Blacktop Cowboys Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!

 

 

About TRIPPED OUT:

Where there’s smoke…

Stirling Gradsky abandoned the corporate rat race for a more laidback lifestyle. So it’s ironic she’s stuck working with a hard-bodied, know-it-all scientist who treats her like a stoner instead of a stone cold business woman capable of running a large scale cannabis operation. Dr. Hot and Tattooed with the big…brain needs to stop sampling their product; he’s under the half-baked idea that he’s the boss.

Dr. Liam Argent’s doctorate isn’t in chemistry, but from the moment he meets his sexy new coworker, there’s enough heat between them to short out all the lights in the grow house. First item on his agenda? Clearing up the sassy, blunt blonde’s hazy notion that she’s in charge.

Sparks fly as their attraction blazes. But can they weed out their differences without getting burned?

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Ok, this is most definitely not the usual romance for me, maybe not for a lot of people. The Blacktop Cowboys series is pretty great, as is Lorelei James. So, I was a little surprised at the theme of this one. Granted, I’ll admit here and now that I haven’t been able to read the whole series, which really stinks on my part. I’m pretty sure this book may stir up some controversy, as the use of legal cannabis does.

Stirling Gradsky owns half of a legal cannabis operation with her lawyer brother Mason, she constantly butts heads with hot, brainy, and tattooed Dr Liam Argent, a cannabis rock star who creates strains of medical marijuana. Stirling is tired of working 14 hour days and not getting what she originally set out for. When her brother angers her, Liam suggests she take out her anger by beating on a bag at his house. She takes him up on it. The sparks fly…after they get high and talk. The two go from adversaries to lovers, but both Liam and Macon have hid things from her.

I loved both Liam and Stirling, though I did think maybe they would have gotten together a whole lot quicker if they hadn’t been getting high and passing out. The one issue this book brings up for me is the high use of prescription cannabis use by people who don’t need it. It’s far too easy to pay for a prescription card with a ridiculous diagnosis that for most, doesn’t exist. For example, migraines when they don’t have them. Stress, ect. Cancer, chronic intractable pain, glaucoma, those I get. I actually know someone who just paid someone $300 to get him his card for a complaint of headaches, (he doesn’t have them) and now he goes and gets all kinds of medical cannabis.

All of that aside, I loved the book, loved the writing, and as usual, loved the story, because Lorelei just simply rocks!

5 Stoned Out Stars

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Cocky asshat. “Both.” She smiled. “From the moment you strolled in here, you’ve acted uptight and holier-than-thou. It reminded me of me a few years ago and I hated the reminder. Then you were stubborn about cooperating with me—”

“Or you refused to do things my way, as I saw it,” he interjected, “but go on.”

“And I started pranking you, expecting you’d ignore it. But you embraced it. You even surpassed me on a few occasions. So…” Shut up, Stirling. You’ve already said too much.

“So…?” he prompted.

“I was surprised you gave as good as you got.”

His gaze encompassed her face before he trained his focus entirely on her lips.

“What?”

“You have no idea how much I want to prove how good I can give it to you.”

Boom. It was as if a thunderclap cleared the air between them, leaving energy crackling in the space, buzzing and ready for lightning to strike at any moment.

“Stirling.”

That voice. Pure sex. Her mind screamed at her to retreat, but her body, lulled by the warmth of his muscular leg pressing into hers, refused to budge. “But…you’ve always acted like I’m beneath you.”

“I’ve always wanted you beneath me.” He angled his head until his mouth touched the spot below her ear.

She didn’t want to break the spell, but she trembled when his lips journeyed down the side of her neck. “I didn’t think you were attracted to me,” she said on a near whisper.

“And I didn’t think you were an idiot, Miss Gradsky.”

Stirling froze.

Then Liam was nose to nose with her, his eyes fierce behind his glasses. “You are a beautiful woman. Stunningly beautiful when you smile, cunningly beautiful when you’ve got that devious look in your eyes. You’re intelligent and clever, and I’d be a fool not to be attracted to you.”

“And you, Dr. Liam Argent, are no fool,” she whispered.

“Exactly.” He smiled. “So the question is… What do we do about it?”

Take a step back?

Or take a leap of faith?

 

 

About Lorelei James:

Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary erotic western romances set in the modern day Wild West and also contemporary erotic romances. Lorelei’s books have been nominated for and won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s choice Award, as well as the CAPA Award. Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family…and a whole closet full of cow girl boots.

From Lorelei: “Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I’m a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I’m not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.”

 

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