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

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MASTER ME, PLEASE
BJ Wane
Series: Miami Masters Book 2
Genre:�Erotic Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: November 10, 2017
He gambles everything to help the one woman he should stay away from. When the truth comes out, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?
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Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.
Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.
Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
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Master Me, Please is the second book in incredible author BJ Wane’s Miami Master’s Series. This series has been full of hot sexy scenes and dashing doms. Not to mention some very sassy subs. BJ has been one of my favorite BDSM writers for quite a while now, and with every series she writes, she gets better and better!

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

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Another amazing story by Ms. Wane! It’s the second in the series, but a standalone. It’s filled with loss, pain, angst, as well as, sexiness, tenderness, and a whole lot of great story!!
– Anna, Goodreads Reviewer

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Why didn’t you stop?” Dax growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.
”I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone. “She should’ve spoken up louder.”
Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration damp body as she collapsed into his arms. Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again. Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her. Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.
”My apologies.”
Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again. His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else. He sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub. That job just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death. Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.
”Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
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About�BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.
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Seeking My Destiny (Doms Of Genesis 8) by Jenna Jacob

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By day, I’m Sasha Evans, successful business owner and entrepreneur.
By night, I’m Destiny, Club Genesis’ masochistic bottom who craves pain and won’t kneel to just any Top.
The subs around me are all pairing up with the Doms of their dreams. I can’t even find someone to whip away my stress and grant me peace. It’s driving me mad!
But you know the old saying, Never tempt fate…
Falling into bed with my tall, ruggedly handsome business associate, Lawson Pratt, isn’t the smartest move I’ve ever made, but he certainly melted me with pleasure.
And when compelling Sadist Parker Cane offered me a contract, promising to make all my most agonizing fantasies come true, I was torn.
How’s a girl supposed to choose between tingling passion and sweet torment?
What if I can have both men work their magic on me?
It sounds great—in theory. And it’s feeling that way too—until a menacing madman from the past returns to steal not only my bliss…but my life.

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Jenna Jacob is back with one of my favorite BDSM series ever written. It’s one that I’ve been following ever since the very first book. And when an author can make a character that you’ve come to despise end up being one that you fall in love with? That just goes to show how amazing she is!

Destiny was the club sub that we’ve seen in past books give Tony, Ian and James, and then Sam’s subs difficulty. (Of course, she gets tossed aside by these doms for their new subs.) She’s the difficult masochist who can’t find a sadist to tame her. But owner Mika has a plan in place. And lucky Destiny finds herself with a choice between two men, the sadist Cane and her business assistant Law. But things aren’t quite as they seem, and Destiny learns some valuable lessons on submission.

Jenna has outdone herself in this eighth book of the Doms Of Genesis series! I really liked Destiny by the end of this. (Heck, I liked her pretty early on.) Of course, it wouldn’t be fun without some suspense as Kerr makes his way back into the picture, but the Doms of Genesis are done with him!

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USA Today Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years’ experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.

A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna’s books.

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At Your Service (Masters and Mercenaries ~Topped Book 4) by Lexi Blake

 

 

 

 

Juliana O’Neil’s promising future was burned away in the heat of battle. She had been an officer with a bright future in the military, but now she is struggling to survive. Her husband gone and her career in shambles, she finds a job at Top as a hostess and tries to put together the pieces of her life. The last thing she needs is any kind of male attention, but she can’t help but be amused at her neighbor and coworker’s lothario antics. Not that she would have anything to do with him, at least not for more than one night.

Javier Leones doesn’t understand monogamy. No woman could ever be enough for his endless libido, but he has to admit Juliana has his attention. For reasons he doesn’t fully understand, he can’t seem to get the gorgeous redhead with the sad eyes out of his head. After one scorching night together, he realizes he’ll never be able to get her out of his system. But with his reputation, he fears she’ll never see him as more than a one-night stand.

When their passions collide, these new lovers will be forced to confront Juliana’s past and come to terms with Javier’s present. Will they find their way or will this reservation be canceled at the last minute?

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Lexi Blake has brought back the characters of her Masters and Mercenaries Topped series for their fourth book! And if you all weren’t aware, the McKay/Taggart gang is going to soon be infiltrated by a bunch of new characters when a multi-author crossover series with the McKay/Taggart bunch happens next spring. So Lexi has gotten the party started here in At Your Service.

Our hero is Javier, a dom who likes his women, but wants to settle down, especially with his new neighbor, veteran Jules O’Neil. Jules works with Javi, but even after one night with him, she’s not so sure. He’s got his reputation, a brother who can’t deal with his own problems and is causing more of them, and she’s still having self esteem problems from losing her hand. It’s up to Javi to prove to Jules that he’s changed his ways. He also has to deal with his brother, who is in more trouble than he realizes. Of course, we get cameos from some of the totally amazing McKay/Taggart crew, especially Kai.

Lexi writes another hit book that has probably the best BDSM club EVER, but she also tackles issues that veterans deal with with amazing grace and sensitivity.

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All alone with the storm. Maybe she should call Kai. And ask him to get out in the middle of this? That seemed pretty selfish especially since she knew exactly how poorly driving in storms could go.

A hard flash of white light made her jump back.

Nope. She wasn’t going there. She was going to stay in the here and now, and that meant finding a flashlight and trying to get some candles lit. Someone was out there working on getting the power back on, and then she would ride out the storm watching rom coms and falling asleep on the couch. It was going to be okay. Deep breath. It was going to be okay.

A few moments later she’d found her one flashlight and had a nice set of candles out, and she was faced with the problem of lighting the suckers. Oh, she had a big box of matches, but she’d never struck a match without her left hand.

A lighter would be easier. She could figure out a lighter maybe. Jules tried holding the box against the table with her stump while she struck the match with her right hand. She fumbled, the action so unnatural it made her slip up and break the match.

And the second one.

And the third one.

Tears pierced her eyes, but she wasn’t going to shed them. She was going to figure this out or she would make due with the flashlight. It was all about adapting. That was what she had to do. Adapt.

She wasn’t going to let this beat her. Normally she was tough. It had happened and she dealt with it, but between the storm and the conversation with Suzanne the day before about her mother and the sweetness of flirting with a handsome man she couldn’t have, she was feeling awfully vulnerable. She wasn’t going to sit here in the dark and cry.

A knock on the door made her gasp and jump.

Fuck. She wasn’t like this. She hated this…this anxiety she got when it rained. It was weakness and she couldn’t abide it.

If you walk away from this you’ll ruin your life, Juliana. Don’t think I’ll watch you do it. You go through with this and you do it on your own. Am I understood?

Sometimes she felt like she was still seven years old, and if she could just get her mom’s attention everything would be okay.

Jules gripped the flashlight and walked across her apartment to the door. It was likely one of the neighbors coming to check on her. Actually, that was an excellent idea. She could go down and see if Mrs. Gleeson needed some company. There were some elderly residents she could check on and a single mom she’d met at the end of the hall. She could see if she could be of any assistance and that would get her through the night.

She opened the door expecting to see anyone but the man she saw standing there.

Javier Leones. He had a flashlight in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He was wearing jeans and a button down that he’d left undone enough she could see a nice swath of golden brown skin. His hair was deliciously mussed, as though he’d taken a shower and simply rubbed a towel over it to get it dry.

He was big and male and so sexy it hurt to look at him, and Jules realized she could do something else to take her mind off things.

Those plump, sensual lips of his broke into a bright smile. “I thought you might like some company. I know I would. I actually don’t have any candles, so I was sitting in my living room with this sad one flashlight. You look like a woman who likes some candles.”

But she couldn’t light them. She hadn’t figured that part out.

His face fell and he walked into her place, closing and locking the door behind him. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t have any candles. It’s cool. Two flashlights are better than one.”

He set the flashlight and wine bottle down and moved into her space, his hands coming up to cup her shoulders. “Jules, what’s wrong?”

She had to be stronger than this. She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

His jaw tightened. “Don’t. Please don’t. I live with a stubborn asshole who won’t let me help him in any way. I get that we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I thought we were friends. You help me out all the time. You’re kind to me. Fucking let me be kind to you. I spend every day trying to help someone who won’t let me. Please let me feel like I’m worth something.”

If he’d said anything else, joked about the weather or told her to suck it up, she could have, but he’d opened a door. He’d been vulnerable and honest, and she found she couldn’t pay that back with stubbornness.

“I have candles and I can’t figure out how to light them.” Tears rolled down her face. She was vulnerable. All the time. Even when she pretended like she wasn’t.

“You can’t…” he began and then he looked down. Instead of stepping back and giving her space, he drew his hand down her arm, warming her skin where he touched her. It was dark but the moon was full and gave enough light to see the outline of his face. There was no look of horror there. He caressed her arm until he got to the place where she’d been split apart and sewn back together unwhole. He brought it up and wrapped it against his palm, his fingers closing around it until the whole thing was surrounded with his warmth. “You haven’t figured out how to do it yet. Probably hasn’t come up or you would know what to do. How long since you lost your hand?”

“A year and a half,” she said. He was touching her there. No one had touched her there except her doctors and therapists.

Come to think of it, no one had touched her at all since before the accident. Had it really been so long since she’d felt warm flesh against her own? He was so close, close enough that all she would have to do was go up on her toes to brush her lips against his.

Would that be wrong? As long as she remembered who she was dealing with, why couldn’t she take a few moments of respite for herself? If he wanted her.

 

 

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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


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EXCERPT 1 (Mild)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My apologies.”

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

“Get dressed.  We’re leaving.”

EXCERPT 3 (Tame)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meet me there.  Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Blues Beach (Suncoast Society #61) by Tymber Dalton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5stars

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

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

Neither Pat, nor his attorney, had appeared.

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

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

It felt…weird.

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

This time…

It was a fucking relief.

Freedom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never again.

Ten minutes later, it was over.

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

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

I never should have married that asshole.

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much lower stress.

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

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

That’s not what happened.

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

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

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

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

Fuck it.

He’d take the risk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please fuck me!”

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

Too fucking long.

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

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

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

That they weren’t those two kids any longer.

She didn’t.

Fucking.

Care.

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

Like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

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

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

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

And damn, she wanted.

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

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

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

She didn’t even think about moving her hands.

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

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

And he had.

He always had.

“Are you my good girl?”

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

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

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

Something she’d never said to Pat.

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

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

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

The way he used to.

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

She tightly squeezed his hands. “Absolutely.”

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

THE WILDE TOUCH

Book Two of The Touch Series

by Stoni Alexander

 

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Looks can be deceiving…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And he couldn’t look away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He grinned. Not that pissed.

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

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

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

~ MEET THE AUTHOR ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

5stars

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Reveal Me (Steele Brothers 5) Jennifer Probst

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Blurb: 

What’s your secret desire for one perfect night?

Welcome to the mysterious FANTA-C agency where everything, and anything goes…

 

REVEAL ME:

 

One Masquerade Ball.

One Chance to Reveal Secret Desires. 

One Fiery Encounter.

One Shot at Love.

Are you ready to reveal all?

A Man Who Knows What He Wants…

Leonardo Sinclair never expects to fall for the fierce yet vulnerable woman he meets at his friend’s masquerade party, or for her to disappear without a trace. When his cousins sign him up with the mysterious FANTA-C agency and he finds her back in his bed, this time Leo’s not about to let her go. But can he convince her she’s safe to reveal every hidden part of her soul before he loses her again?

A Woman Ready to Explore her Desires…

Scarlett Rose has never been tempted to explore her wilder side, but after years of being humiliated and emotionally abused by her ex, she’s finally ready to embrace her true self.  Safely hidden behind a mask, she attends a ball held in the famous Blasphemy club and meets a man who not only embraces, but demands her complete surrender. Once the mask is stripped away, will she be brave enough to trust him? Or will fear of reliving the past keep her from a whole new future?

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Reveal Me is a special treat not only for Jennifer Probst fans, but also for fans of Laura Kaye’s Blasphemy series. This book is a direct crossover with Laura’s Blasphemy book Theirs To Take. For those of you who have read the story, you’ll remember the main characters Leo and Scarlett mentioned in the book, but if you haven’t read Laura’s book, no worries, this is also a standalone. (Though more of Scarlett’s back story is in Laura’s book.)

Leonardo ‘Leo’ Sinclair is on a stopover on his way to Vegas to join his brothers and for a casino job. He’s a math geek and he helps casinos detect card counters. He’s stopping into Blasphemy for the night to play with a willing sub. It’s masquerade night, so everyone is wearing masks. He’s introduced to Scarlett, and his world is rocked. They play all night long, but she disappears in the morning.

Scarlett has met the dom of her dreams, but she plans on moving to Vegas for a job. Imagine her surprise a few months later when they both use FANTA-C and come back together. But Leo doesn’t believe she wants him for him, just the sex. He feels she needs to be with another dominant. Will this make him lose her forever?

I honestly thought he deserved a whack upside the head for his really bad decision making. While Scarlett running off as a likely outcome due to being so green, his behavior was rather awful. But hey, it all rather turns out well in the end, and isn’t that what we love? *sigh*

5 Kinkalicious Stars!

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PLAY ME (Steele Brothers series, #2)

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DARE ME (Steele Brothers series, #3)

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BEG ME (Steele Brothers series, #4)

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:


BIO:
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.

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Dark Control (Dark Dominance Book 1) by Annabel Joseph

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Dark Control an all-new sexy standalone by Annabel Joseph is available NOW!

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Dark Control by Annabel Joseph

Release Date: September 25th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Not all fantasies are safe, sane, and consensual. Welcome to the world of The Gallery…

Juliet meets Fort St. Clair on a miserable, drunken night, and wakes up the next morning cuffed to his guest room bed. Of course, Fort would never take advantage of her. No, the pleasure and pain he wants to inflict on her body must be negotiated in advance, because once Juliet sets foot in his private, exclusive dungeon, she belongs to him.

BDSM at The Gallery is supposed to be a straightforward arrangement, an affair by the rules, but Juliet and Fort’s growing connection brings unexpected emotions they can’t control. She’s the free spirit who transforms his rigid world, and he’s the Dominant she can finally trust—or can she?

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Dark Control is the first book in Annabel Joseph’s Dark Dominance series. Fair warning, take notice of the word dark here. It is a rather dark book. It’s not a happy, fluffy romance with rainbows and puppy dogs.Quite the opposite. If you have triggers, you may want to think twice before reading.

Fort St. Claire and his friends Devin and Milo are looking for some submissive fun at a BDSM club. With none of their type to be had, they get ready to leave, when Fort sees a young woman crying in the alleyway. She’s drunk, and he can’t get much out of her. Despite the protests from his friends. (Which, made them complete jerks to me btw.) He takes her home. He figures he’s just dropping her off, but she passes out for the night. Juliet wakes up shackled to his headboard. (Which should have been her first indication to run long and fast). He ends up taking her home, but they run into each other again, and start a sadist/masochist relationship that I’ll admit I had a rather difficult time reading most times. (and, I am a submissive) The name calling, which admittedly happens, was just a bit high on the humiliation scale. Fort seemed to revel in it. But things get really heated when he takes her to his private club, The Gallery.

Now, if I were to step foot in the Gallery, I would run right back out the door. The Gallery is made up of a private membership of 20-30 dominant men only, who may bring a woman, but she ends up being the property of The Gallery. Um, hello? Not a chance in Hades! Juliet goes there with him, but the experience isn’t quite white she expects, and what happens on the second visit seals my view of Fort being a complete jerk. Sorry, just would pass.

Like I said, this is a rather dark book, but it’s also what Annabel is known for, so I wasn’t expecting a fluffy HEA. Maybe not so much humiliation. Loved Goodluck!

4 Stars

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I crossed to join him on the sofa, leaving some space between us for the questions and uneasiness to fit. He put his cup on the table behind him, then reached across the space to touch the top of my knee. His fingers trailed over the place he’d grabbed me last night, lightly, nothing sexual now. He wanted to discuss things. A future for us, maybe.

Next, he tilted my neck, inspecting the place where he’d bit me, his touch lingering like he might still soothe the pain. “No marks,” he said. “At least nothing obvious. You feel okay?”

“Yes, I feel fine.” I felt more than fine. God, I felt a million things. “How do you feel?” I asked, turning the question back on him.

“Conflicted,” he said, coming right out with it. “Here’s the thing about last night. What I did to you up against the wall in that work room…that was me on my best behavior. That was me being a gentleman.”

“Was it?” I took a sip of my tea now that it was cooler. “It felt pretty nice.”

“I can be worse. I usually am when it comes to sex.”

“Hmm.” I took another sip of tea to process, rolling the vanilla and cinnamon flavors on my tongue. “You mean you can be even rougher?”

“Rougher, colder, more intense. I’m a Dominant, but it’s more accurate to call me a sexual sadist. I like to hurt women and force them to do things for my pleasure. It’s how I prefer to get off.”

“I understand about BDSM.”

He shook his head. “You understand mainstream BDSM, the safe, sane, consensual stuff they do at Underworld. You’re into the romance of it, the slap and tickle to get off. To me, that’s going through the motions. It’s not real. Well, not real enough.”

I met his gaze, wondering what he meant by that. Not real enough?

“It’s hard to explain,” he went on, an edge of frustration in his voice. “Especially to a BDSM baby like you.”

“A BDSM baby?” I protested. “Maybe I’m a mess, but I’m not a baby. I’ve been submissive for years. I’ve done a lot of scenes, experimented with a lot of things.”

“I’m not trying to insult you. I’m trying to explain. You’ve been with a few Doms, you’ve participated in the lifestyle, but at the end of the day, you’re looking for pleasure, a good time.” He grimaced. “I’m into something different.”

“You don’t like having a good time? How does that work?” I blinked in confusion. “Why do you do whatever the hell you do if it’s not fun?”

“It’s fun to me. Dark fun, though.” He shifted, pushing back his hair. “I do BDSM for the rush and release. I like to push boundaries, and hang out with other people who like to push boundaries. Places like Underworld only scratch the surface of power exchange. I belong to a private club where people…go a little further.”

“So…” I put my tea on the low table in front of us. “This is why you’re not good for me? Your sadism is the reason you believe we won’t work out?”

“It’s hard for me to work out with anyone, Juliet. Except, you know, the women who come to the private club. I can be as rough as I want, as cruel as I want, and they want more.”

I looked away from him, biting my lip, considering how to reply. “Do you think…” I turned back to him. “Do you think I didn’t want more last night? Do you think I responded badly to your force?”

He held my gaze. “I think you responded wonderfully. That’s why I’m sitting here on your couch, drinking tea with you, which I literally fucking hate.” He picked up his cup as if to illustrate his point, pounded the rest of his tea, and swallowed with a disgusted face. “I hate tea, Jewels. More than anything in the world.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sorry. I only meant to say hi to you last night, but it went further than that, and now we have to decide…”

“Decide if we’re going to go further still?” I looked at him from under my lashes. “How often do you go to your private club to do dark, sadistic, non-fun things?”

“Often enough,” he said tightly. “And I don’t always play with the same women. It’s not a relationship thing, where we all pair up into couples.”

“It’s a sex club thing.”

He shrugged. “It’s scratching a mutual itch with no emotional expectations. So it’s not for everyone, especially emotional types. When the wrong people get caught up in that kind of lifestyle, the results aren’t pretty. That’s why I’ve been trying to stay away from you, even though I find you painfully attractive.”

“Painfully attractive.” I sniffed and sipped my tea. “Can’t hurt me, can’t live without me.”

“It’s not a joke, Juliet.”

“I know.” If it were a joke, I wouldn’t feel such lust and confusion, such horrible curiosity. “You could show me the kind of dark stuff you like to do,” I suggested. “You could invite me to this club to see what goes on, and I could tell you how I felt about it.”

“Spectators aren’t allowed. Only vetted people are allowed at the club, so there aren’t any misunderstandings.”

“Oh.” At this point, I understood what he was trying to say. Even after last night’s scorching-hot hookup, he thought we might be terminally non-compatible.

He reached for my hand and held it hard. His deep hazel eyes hit me full force, his lips pressed in a line. “I’m trying to protect you,” he said. “Since I can’t…” Those eyes raked over me, leaving me feeling stripped. “Since I can’t enter into any kind of…”

“Relationship,” I provided.

“Any kind of relationship with you, especially the sweet, emotional relationship you probably want…”

I let out a long breath. “That’s fucked up. You don’t know me well enough to know what kind of relationship I want. Honest talk: I wanted sex from you from that first sober morning I met you, and I got it.” I stood with my cup and saucer, carrying my tepid tea over to the sink. It had too much sugar. It was too sweet, like me. “I don’t have any judgment about your…your thing. Your sexual sadism, your private club, your playboy ways.”

“Playboy ways,” he repeated in an amused mutter.

“At the same time, I think you’re kind of an asshole. If you don’t want a relationship with me, don’t ask me to dinner at the Ivy. Don’t invite my boss to be part of your ad campaign, and then drop by his art show to fuck me against a wall after weeks without contact.”

“I tried to call you after the Ivy. You blocked my number, Sparkles.”

I glared at him from the kitchen. “Sparkles?

“To go with Jewels. To go with your eyes when you get really emo and intense.”

I picked up a dishtowel and started aggressively wiping invisible spots on the counter. “I had to block your number, Fort. No offense to you personally. I’m just at the point where I have to be more careful about the men I let into my life.”

“As you should be.” He stood to bring me his cup, his expression turned serious. “I try to be careful too. I try to maintain boundaries when I think someone might be easily hurt.”

My eyes widened. “Me? You think I’m some fragile flower? I’m just super sensitive to bullshit right now.”

He didn’t reply, only watched me with his lofty, level gaze. A sadist? Definitely. He could hurt me in so many ways, and those were only the ways I knew about.

“Come here, Sparkles,” he said from across the counter.

“My name’s not Sparkles.”

“Come here, Juliet.”

I wanted to say no. I wanted to make some more hot tea and dash his most-hated mixture in his face.

No, I wanted to go to him. His expression was kind, if resigned. His arms opened for me. I walked around the counter and let him embrace me. He pressed his cheek against my forehead and stroked my back.

“You’d hate it,” he said. “You’d hate what I’m into.”

“I didn’t hate it last night.”

“I was careful with you last night.” He tilted my head back and brushed fingers across my temples and through my hair. “We have this rule at the club: never fuck with the vulnerable. We’re not allowed to hook up with women who are emotionally or physically complicated, women we might damage. We can’t even bring them into the space. It’s like an honor system.”

I tugged my chin from his fingers and looked away.

“I figured out why I like you,” he went on. “I figured out why I want you so much. It’s because you’re all on the surface. Your emotions are right there, plain as day, all the time. You don’t give a fuck about saying what you feel and being who you are. You have this open expression, this way of looking at me and at other people. And you dress however you want.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”

His eyes glanced over the blue fur headband I wore. “I love the way you dress. I love the way that headband matches your eyes, but not your clothes.”

“These are my Sunday hangout clothes,” I said, pouting. “They’re not supposed to look hot and put together like your freaking designer suits.”

He held me against his chest, running his big hands up and down my back. “Just shut up for a minute, because I don’t know what to do with you. I don’t know what to do about what happened last night…”

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Theirs To Take (A Blasphemy Novel) by Laura Kaye

 

 

Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…

 

12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
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About THEIRS TO TAKE (Blasphemy #4, 9/26/17):

12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

She’s the fantasy they’ve always wanted to share…

Best friends Jonathan Allen and Cruz Ramos share almost everything—a history in the Navy, their sailboat building and restoration business, and the desire to dominate a woman together, which they do at Baltimore’s exclusive club, Blasphemy. Now if they could find someone who wants to play for keeps…

All Hartley Farren has in the world is the charter sailing business she inherited from her beloved father. So when a storm damages her boat, she throws herself on the mercy of business acquaintances to do the repairs—stat. She never expected to find herself desiring the sexy, hard-bodied builders, but being around Jonathan and Cruz reminds Hartley of how much she longs for connection. If only she could decide which man she wants to pursue more…

As their attraction flashes hot, Jonathan and Cruz determine to have Hartley for their own. But the men’s erotic world is new and overwhelming, and Hartley’s unsure if she could really submit to being both of theirs to take…forever.

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Laura Kaye’s Blasphemy series is back with her first menage’ of the series, Theirs to Take. And boy was it worth the wait! Especially since we get two hot Masters this time around. I will say that this book is very light on the BDSM factor and focuses more on bedroom D/s between them all.

Hartley Farren is devastated when her catamaran is ruined during a hurricane and another boat lands on it. She’s sitting in the marina office when tall, blonde, and hot Jonathan Allen walks in. He overhears her on the phone looking for a boat builder, and when he’s introduced to her, he mentions that he just happens to own A and R Builds and Restoration with his partner.

He looks at the damage on the boat and checks her out as well, he decides he wants to take on the job. Now he just has to get his partner and best friend Cruz Ramos on board. Cruz is leary of taking the job. He’s worried that “Jay” will get hurt by Hartley, or worse, she’ll take him away from Cruz. Cruz is bisexual, and hasn’t let his friend know his feelings.

After talking to friend and sub Scarlett, Hartley finds out that not only are the guys doms, but they like taking woman together. Hartley ends up acting on the signals she’s been getting, and the three of them get together. But, can they make it work as a threesome? This was a great book, and I’m looking forward to the next Blasphemy book. I’ll admit, I’m not crazy about M/M sex, but Laura did this one up right.

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Hard to Serve #.5

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Mastering Her Senses #2

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Theirs to Take #4 (9/26/17)

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