Her Alien Masters (Captives of Pra’kir Book 3) by Renee Rose

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Blurb:

SHE SURVIVED THE CRASH…
THEY’LL MAKE HER WISH SHE HADN’T.

Mira thought the crash into an alien planet was bad. Even worse was their police chasing her through a mall and shooting at her. Imprisonment for her and her shipmates’ supposed crimes took the cake. But now they’ve sentenced her to a lifetime “fostering” with two enormous males who punish her, keep her subjugated and force her to call them “master.” And they’ve given her a job–raising their three nieces, whom she inadvertently orphaned when her ship crashed.

Twin brothers Jakk and Gav’n already have their hands full trying to manage their three unruly and grieving nieces. The last thing they need is a rebellious human. Except they find she’s more than worth the trouble. She may be unwilling, but she is beautiful, intelligent and best of all, bound to them for life.

Read USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose’s stand-alone contribution to the steaming dark romance sci-fi series Captives of Pra’kir!

Publisher’s Note: This MfM (no action between the males) stand-alone romance is part of a five book series with authors Maren Smith, Dinah McLeod, Megan Michaels and Kate Richards. HEA guaranteed, no cliffhangers!

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May the Force be with you! And a dry pair of panties too! This book is hotter than the burning end of a flaming fireball. (I would guess the whole thing is hot, but I’m not an astronomer.) Still, this third  book in the Captives of Pra’kir series first, made me buy the other two books in the series, and second, well, that’s just private.

Renee writes on heck of a spanking and submission romance as well as sci-fi. This book, part of a multi=author series, is smoking up the charts and proof positive that Renee is one of the hottest erotica authors out there. The premise of the story, as in all 5 of them, is that the 5 person ship, manned by all women, has crash landed on Pra’kir and killed some of its citizens. The decision is made by their high council that instead of killing the ladies, they will foster them out to society to rehabilitate them. So, each of these women get sent to some rather seductive caretakers.

Mira gets herself twins, a judge and a police commissioner. Jaxx and Gav’n, who are responsible for taking care of their 3 nieces now that their mother was killed by the ship. They are difficult and have medical issues, so Mira is to be their nanny. But not before she goes through conditioning to be sure she’s a right fit. Of course, her conditioning involves lots of spankings and punishments, but I’ll let you read all of that for yourself.

I loved Jaxx and Gav’n, Jaxx just wants someone to love him, defect and all. Gav’n wants whats best for everyone. It’s another wonderful Renee Rose book.

5 Spankadelic Stars

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Dangerous Interference by BJ Wane

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DANGEROUS INTERFERENCE

 

BJ Wane

 

Genre: Erotic Romance, Suspense, Spanking, Menage
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Publication Date: January 6, 2017

 

Blurb:

After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.

 

Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.

 

The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?

 

Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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 Dangerous Interference is a more suspenseful book coming from BJ, but with the same juicy, kinky, spankalicious sex we’ve come to know and love from her. And as great as I think her writing is, I swear it only gets better every time!

Alaina is a forensic police photographer with the NYPD looking for her missing sister. Her search brings her to Blue Springs, Maine. And Alaina Malloy just wants to find her troubled sister and leave the sleepy, backwoods town and get back to the hustle and bustle of busy New York.

But, she hadn’t counted on their sheriff, Randy Jenzen, or his friend, a Scotland Yard detective, Noah Osbourne, to show up every time she tries to investigate. Neither of them want her to compromise the case, especially when Noah’s involvement is supposed to be a secret, and one of Randy’s best friends may know what happened. So they show Alaina what happens when she doesn’t listen. Soon, incidents start to happen, and Alaina just may be in the line of fire. Can her two, strong, dominants keep her safe?

You’ll most definitely want to check this book out! The sex scenes were hot! The suspense was explosive! BJ Wane has arrived!

 
5 Sexy, Spankadelic Stars!

 

Excerpt:

“Am I going to have to put a tail on you for the rest of your stay, Alena?” And by that he meant either he or Nash keeping close tabs on her.

Wanting a little payback, she presented him with a soft smile and drawled with feigned innocence, “Why, whatever do you mean, Sheriff?” Laying a small bite of roll on her tongue, she took her time licking her two fingers before releasing a low, “Mmmmm,” from deep in her throat.

“Bugger it.” This time it was Nash’s turn to swear and Randy sent him a quick look of commiseration before scowling at her again, not that he thought his fiercest glare would do any good. He knew Nash, just like him, was picturing that same satisfaction reflected on her face as he, or they, brought her to climax.

“You keep it up, you’ll force me to up the consequences for your interference. Which would you prefer, my belt or a night or two in my jail?”

Okay, that just wasn’t right. Her body’s instant reaction of a gush of moisture between her legs to that threat was as unnerving as standing too close to the edge of a cliff, a cliff she’d been maintaining a precarious balance on since first setting eyes on those two. Both men made her look twice, which said something; the fact they each made her fantasize and want, made her ache, screamed it. She was in trouble.

DANGEROUS INTERFERENCE is an awesome erotic suspense that kept me engaged from beginning to end. Well-written with excellent characterization, some of the hottest menage scenes I’ve ever read interlaced with emotional drama, Ms. Wane has penned yet another keeper. A definite must-read!
– Bethany, Goodreads Reviewer

 

You’ll most definitely want to check this book out! The sex scenes were hot! The suspense was explosive! BJ Wane has arrived!
– KnottyGirlReviews, Goodreads Reviewer
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What do you get when you combine excellent writing with great characters, a suspenseful plot and hot menage erotica? Dangerous Interference!
– Dani, Goodreads Reviewer

 

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.

 

Email: bjwane@cox.net

 

Official website: http://bjwane.blogspot.com/

 

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Undercover Daddy by Katherine Deane

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Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than to live up to her father’s legacy on the police force, but when she bungles a major drug bust she ends up placed on administrative leave. Her chance to redeem herself comes in the form of an assignment working alongside Sergeant Connor Doyle, her father’s former partner and best friend.

Some of the contestants in a kink-themed charity pageant have been receiving ominous messages, and Connor and Alex have been tasked with going undercover at the event. He will be her daddy dom, and they will need to do whatever is necessary to play the part convincingly.

Connor jumps at the opportunity to take Alex in hand, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But when the punishment is over she is left aching for his touch, and before she knows it she is writhing in ecstasy as her stern, sexy daddy brings her to a shattering climax over his knee.

Alex and Connor find themselves slipping naturally into their roles as their investigation gets underway, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a dominant man makes love to a woman, their passion is more intense than she ever thought possible. But when the mission puts both of their lives at risk, will their newfound romance survive?

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Spanking romances for me are a take it or leave it proposition. Some of them are just too much spanking, discipline, and age-play, all which do not appeal to me. Same with Daddy Dom dynamics. Some of them are fine, but add the age play aspect and it gets dicey. So I wasn’t sure going into this if I was going to even get through the whole book. I’m happy to report I did, and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

Alex is a female cop who messes up a drug bust. When she gets back from her suspension, she gets asked to go undercover as a little to a Daddy in a littles pageant. It seems there are death threats. The problem comes in when her ‘Daddy’ is her father’s ex-partner Connor. Despite everything, they get together and enter the contest.

They have to deal with a drama queen who thinks it’s all about her, looking for suspects, and sceneing in public. All the while feelings get involved, but are they mutual? And will Connor be able to protect Alex? Grab a copy of Undercover Daddy and find out.

I found the book to be totally enjoyable and I loved Connor and Alex together, especially the way he took care of her. Just great writing, and I couldn’t put it down!

5 Daddy Domalicious Stars

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“Naughty little thing, getting turned on by your spanking.” He smacked her hard twice on each side, and turned his chair so her lower half faced their audience. “Show them.” He slapped the inside of her legs, and her legs spread wide, giving everyone a glimpse of just how unstrung she was over his lap. He was about to ask her if it was too much, if he was crossing a line, when she hooked her left leg over his and began humping him.

The crowd murmured its approval as she rubbed her wet clit against his pants. Damnit, he was about to come unglued himself. Out of the corner of his eye, a woman dropped to her knees and started pulling her partner’s zipper down. Another pulled her skirt up for her daddy to stroke her while they watched. This was surreal. He should have been mortified that he was even thinking about following through with this hedonistic display with Alex. But he wasn’t. His cock was too busy reminding him of just how damned aroused he was. He would finish their show, then take his woman back to their room and fuck her senseless. Anything less would kill him.

Smacking her ass a few more times, he pressed her down harder onto his knee. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop, little girl.” Already getting out of breath and overheated with lust, she continued grinding as he smacked her ass, the sound echoing throughout the room. Obviously someone else wanted their own happy ending.

He gave her one more hard swat, and she erupted against his leg, shrieking as she flailed and flopped and gripped his knee for all she was worth. Her arousal drenched his pants, seeping through the dark material and onto his skin. She sagged against him with a loud groan.

“Oh, no.” He brought her back up so she was over his lap again, but this time straddled her with his own leg, holding her in place. “I’m not through with you. Do you know what happens to little girls who orgasm without Daddy’s permission?”

“N-no. Oh.” Her flushed face met his.

“Daddy’s going to make you come so hard you scream.”

“No, please, I can’t.” She shuddered against him, but he held her firm and struck her thighs again. With a moan, she collapsed over his lap.

“Yes, you can. And you will for all these people watching you.” He squeezed her hot cheek and she moaned. “They want to see a very naughty girl get punished.”

“Ah!” She groaned when he tickled her clit and pinched it.

“Oh, yes, Daddy’s going to punish you in front of all these people. I’m going to punish your ass inside and out. And you’re going to see stars. Then you’re going to apologize to everyone for being so naughty and orgasming without my permission.”

He took a bit of her moisture from her nether lips and ran it along her puckered back hole, and her whole body tightened in response.

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Her Marine Rancher by Dinah McLeod

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Blurb:

After yet another run-in with the law, nineteen-year-old Cassie Ellis has finally pushed things too far. Facing the prospect of jail time, she agrees to an alternate arrangement in which she will serve her sentence on a local ranch instead, but she soon learns that rancher Robert Johnston will not tolerate the kind of delinquent behavior she’s been getting away with for far too long.

The handsome Marine Corps veteran takes Cassie under his wing, and his kindness and warm sense of humor make it impossible for her not to like him, but when she sneaks out at night and violates the terms of her probation he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

The stern punishment brings out a side of Cassie that she didn’t know existed, and she quickly finds herself longing for Robert to hold her in his strong arms and make her his own. When he claims her at last, his masterful lovemaking leaves her utterly satisfied, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms between them. But will there always be a place for Cassie on the ranch, even once her sentence is over?

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Her Marine Rancher by Dinah McLeod is a first read by this author for me. I’ll be honest, I came pretty close to putting the book down in the beginning, but that was entirely due to Cassie. Her behavior was just way too over the top, even for me. I got the fact she needed a strong male authority, but it was just bordering on insanity.

Once she finally got to our marine rancher Robbie’s house, she does seem to settle down some and act her age. She manages to work with the dominant, no-nonsense, older man well. Robbie treats her kindly, respectfully, but with a firm hand. But one night she totally gets out of control and goes back to doing her risky, and just plain wrong activities. Let’s just say her hind quarters pay for it. Robbie is quite the spanker.

Before we know it, they are an item. But is it just to scratch an itch? Will Robbie let her go? You’ll have to grab a copy. And I suggest you do! This was a really great read, and Ms McLeod is a wonderful and entertaining writer.

4 Spankadelic Stars!

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Wait, what are you doing?” Cassie asked as Robbie took hold of her wrist and pulled her over to a kitchen chair.

“I’m going to teach you a very, very good lesson about being smarter and more responsible in the future,” he replied calmly as he sat down.

“Robbie…” She twisted her wrist this way and that, but he kept a firm grip on it. “You’re scaring me.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of. You’re going to be a little sore—well, make that a lot sore, but it won’t kill you.”

Sore? What was he talking about? To her shock Cassie found herself being pulled face-down over his lap. “Robbie! Robbie, stop!”

“Don’t say ‘stop’ before I’ve even started.” With that, a sound very much like a gunshot rang out through the room, followed quickly by her yelp of protest.

“Ouch! What are you doing?”

“I told you,” he said peppering the seat of her jeans with crisp, hard spanks. “I’m teaching you a lesson.”

“But I d-don’t l-like it!” she squeaked.

“Naughty girls rarely do,” he replied as he continued to soundly spank her. “But even if they don’t like getting spanked, it does tend to make an impression, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

He was making an impression all right. An impression of his hand on her ass! Cassie began to squirm, but as his hand continued to warm up the back of her blue jeans she became more desperate and twisted and turned.

“Be still,” he warned.

“I can’t! It hurts!”

“That’s the whole point. Maybe your butt will hurt enough to make you think twice before you hurt other people.”

“I won’t! I won’t hurt anyone ever again—ever!” she squealed.

“Hmm, I’m not convinced.”

Before she could ask him what would convince him—she was willing to say anything to make it stop!—he shocked her by pulling down her jeans. “Robbie! What are you doing?”

“I thought that would be obvious. You deserve a long, hard spanking, Cassandra, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

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The Dragon’s Pet by Loki Renard

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Book Blurb:

When her plane goes down near the front line of the ongoing war between humans and dragons, Aria comes face to face with one of the enemy, and then the terrible beast transforms before her eyes into a huge, devastatingly handsome man. Taken captive and brought back to the dragon’s lair, she quickly discovers that he intends to keep her as not only his prisoner, but his pet.

Her captor wastes no time in stripping her bare, placing a collar around her neck, and putting her shamefully on display. Aria’s attempts to escape are sternly punished, but even with her cheeks blushing and her bottom burning both inside and out, she cannot hide her helpless arousal as her new master takes her hard and thoroughly, enjoying her beautiful body in every way he pleases.

After she learns the truth about the cause of the war, Aria is forced to question everything she was taught, and soon her former enemy has claimed her heart as completely as he has conquered her body. But when the need arises, will she do what she must to protect the one she loves, even if it means being branded a traitor to her own kind?

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My Dragon’s Pet is a romance that has it all, drama, romance, some very hot sex scenes, suspense, and because it’s the wonderful Loki Renard…Spanking. So be aware before you click the buy button that there is spanking. But there is so much more to this book, Loki has done a tremendous job of weaving a tale of Dragons Vs Humans and a feisty fighter pilot who proves that all humans aren’t all bad.

General Vyktor is a dragon, and he decides that he wants to capture a human and train it to prove that humans can be brought under control. So he saves fighter pilot Aria Thomas Jones from crashing her plane and locks her up in a cage as his pet.

Things don’t go quite as planned. This was a wonderfully told story of a dragon shifter who is strong and fights for his own, but is tender and loving to Aria. Of course, we also have a protagonist, General Eldor, who hates Aria and all humans and is always trying to get rid of Aria. Aria is tough, feisty, but when it comes to Vyktor she’s loyal and loving.  Just a fantastic story!

5 Spank-tastic Stars!

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“She has no fangs and bites anyway,” someone said. “There is no taming these beasts. They fight to their bitter ends.”

Vyktor’s composure did not waver. He stopped rubbing and started spanking her again, not as hard as the single slap that had made her scream, but hard enough to sear her bottom, hard enough to get her attention and make argument impossible. Hard enough to turn the flesh of her cheeks to an aching mass while he had a firm grip on the back of her neck.

Instead of making his punishment more painful, he simply made it more intense. He made it so that her entire body was consumed with his will. His palm landed and every part of her responded, bolts of sensation arced through her and the heat that was suffusing her bottom soon began to sink deeper and find her sex.

Pain turned to pleasure, she knew it was possible. But she had never felt it so powerfully. Something intangible had happened, the humiliation of being naked before her enemies filled her with an erotic energy and made her pant for him with desire.

“There,” Vyktor said, putting his hand under her chin and turning her flushed face to the crowd. “See how pink her cheeks are, how her eyes sparkle with desire.” His hand ran down her body, pinching her left nipple lightly. “See how every part of her is responsive, the little buds of pleasure flowering on her, one on each breast and a third down here.”

Aria let out a moan as his palm ran over her belly and found her pussy and then his fingers pinched her clit, making her buck against her chains.

“Humans are awash with erogenous zones,” Vyktor said. “The side of the neck, for instance…” He let his teeth trail lightly over the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and then up to her ear. Aria shuddered softly, grinding her hips against his hand.

“There are so many ways to ensure their compliance,” he said as he lifted his head from her. “Killing them is not only unnecessary, it is unimaginative.”

He continued to massage her pussy until her juices slicked his hand and flowed down her inner thighs. He was working her into a frenzy, taking the natural responses of her body and using them to create a state that made her want just one thing—to be filled in that tight little space between her legs.

“Fuuucck,” she moaned softly, not wanting to make a sound and yet unable to stop herself. Her bottom still burned, but that didn’t matter somehow anymore. It didn’t even feel bad anymore. The prickling, stinging, aching heat served to make her even more aroused.

The dragon walked in front of her, depriving her of his touch for a moment. He looked her in the eyes with those golden catlike orbs of his, reached out, and slowly but surely slid a finger into her pussy.

Aria’s gasp hit a high note of desire as her captor swirled his finger slowly.

“Do you want to be fucked, little human?” He growled the question down at her. “Do you want to feel what is to be taken by a dragon?”

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His Human Rebel by Renee Rose

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CONSCRIPTED BY AN ALIEN ARMY, SHE PLOTS HER ESCAPE…
Cambry doesn’t believe the aliens’ propaganda for one minute. The Zandians may have saved her from one death, but they planned to send her to another. She bides her time, waiting for her chance to get away and find her brother, enslaved by a different species. The only thing she didn’t count on was Lundric, the tempting Zandian warrior who, for some reason, decided she was his female.

Lundric knew the fierce little rebel Cambry belonged to him the moment he saw her toss that auburn hair in defiance. He knows she hasn’t accepted him or the Zandian’s cause, but he vows to win her, no matter what it takes. But when Cambry steals a ship and attempts to escape, even his harshest punishment may not restore the trust between them.

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Renee Rose has come out with another mega-hot installment of the Zandian Warriors series, His Human Rebel. This is the fourth book of the series, and even though characters from the past 3 books appear here, it’s still a standalone and you can feel comfortable diving right in. Though, you’ll probably want to grab the first three books after you’re done. Curiosity and all.

Book four has us on a death pod with human refugees that have escaped being executed thanks to a Zandian warrior pulling the pod down when he finds out his mate is on it. Instead of death, the humans find themselves conscripted into the Zandian army. One of these refugees is Cambria, who has decided to become a pilot so she can search for her brother.

Cambria attracts the attention of the prince’s head of security, Lundric. Lundric finds himself enamoured with the little human and wants to make her his, but she’s a hard sell. She doesn’t trust easily. But after he makes life easier for her, she starts to see what kind of male he is, a dominant, sexy, protective but kind Zandian. But she has a mission, and will not falter.

Loved this book! I pretty much love anything Renee writes, and this book is just chock full of amazingly hot sex, a purply-peach space hunk with horns, and one obstinate female. You just gotta read this one!

5 Super Spanky Stars

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First Contact (Heroes of Olympus book 1) by April Zyon

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Mikhail “Wolf” Rossov and Gareth “Gunner” Gruffyd are part of a joint Navy SEAL and Army Ranger team that have been tasked with a new war. One that needs to be kept from being discovered, at all costs.Out on the job, they end up saving a woman who turns out to be more than they could have believed.

Camilla Berry is a kindergarten teacher. The most dangerous part of her job is a wide spread flu epidemic in her class. Being a teacher is all she’s ever wanted. She never thought she’d soon be part of something bigger.

Kidnapped to become a pawn in a dangerous, violent game, Camilla has only one hope—for her two men to come to her rescue, before it’s too late. She knows that they would walk through the fires of hell for her. But will they make it in time?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, double penetration, spanking

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First off, whenever I see a book come out by April Zyon, I get that excited squee thing going, but a new series? Well pick me up off the floor. (Seriously, can someone find me two, strong, alpha males to pick me up off of the floor?) Ok, I digress. A NEW SERIES! I’m just all  atwitter.

So, First Contact is about a 12 man team of uber hot soldiers that have been hand-picked by the God Ares, (that’s the God of war in case you didn’t know) to form a special team to help defend against evil and keep Hades where he belongs. Hades also needs the powers of at least 4 of 6 women who are descendants of the Gods. This is where our souped up guys come in. As you can see from the number of female to male ratio, there are 2 males to one female. So the men will pair off with their perfect soul mate of a woman.

There are lots more to all of this, and it’s all a very cool concept and plot. Our first two mates are Mikhail and Gareth. Mikhail is known as Wolf, and is the sniper and defacto leader. He’s also the dark half of the equation. Gareth, is the light. Both tall, built and hot. They are also both pierced. (Yup, on the floor again.) It’s a thing with all of them, you’ll see.

Their rescue and person to protect is a kindergarten teacher named Sandie heh heh, no Camilla. I have to say there were times I wasn’t quite sure how to take Camilla. She was veeery talkative, a mite bossy, and there were times I was wondering when the gag was coming out. But she was certainly lovable, and she was the soul mate of our two heroes.

I fell in love with this book and I am excited to read the rest of the series to see what happens. Trust me, you don’t want to miss this!

5 Heavenly Stars

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It felt good to be back on American soil. While Mikhail thought of himself as more Russian than American, America had been his home for all his life and always would be.

Mikhail stepped out of the steamy bathroom and finished toweling off as he padded into the locker room. Nodding to his teammates who were scattered around in various states of undress, he grabbed up a pair of jeans and pulled them on.

Three weeks since their mission to extract the CIA operative from Greece without anyone, official or not, the wiser. While it hadn’t been smooth, they’d gotten in and out without alerting anyone they’d ever been there. Bad guys notwithstanding, of course.

He buttoned up his fly and crammed his feet into a pair of boots. Mikhail pulled on his shirt before dropping to sit on the bench to do up his boots.

They’d been in endless meetings and sessions to debrief since they’d gotten out of Greece with the operative. All they knew about her was her code name for the op, Sugar. Not exactly fitting given the venom she’d directed their way the entire flight out of the country and then back to the States. But then again, she hadn’t looked all that happy before they’d met her.

What her mission had been in the country, Mikhail couldn’t say. But since they were currently on friendly terms with Greece, who the fuck knew. Especially when it came to the spooks. Those guys just loved to root around in the darkest of corners looking for enemies and, if they couldn’t find any, making new ones.

He stomped his feet a little to settle the boots in place. Just as he grabbed his leather jacket, the door into the locker room crashed open and four MPs came in.

“Sorry, sirs. The admiral has requested your presence immediately.”

Mikhail knew it wasn’t an actual “request.” No one, an admiral especially, needed four heavily armed MPs to pass on a “request.” No, it was an order, and he bet if it weren’t obeyed the MPs had very specific and detailed instructions about what to do.

He shrugged on his jacket and leaned against his locker as his cohorts finished dressing. None of them were in any apparent rush. While the MPs had said immediately, and he knew the admiral had meant yesterday, they weren’t going to just give in. That wasn’t how they were made. His fellow team members gravitated into their duos, as usual. He wasn’t surprised when Gareth shot him a small, crooked grin. The men weren’t couples, but they all worked together very well and—at least where he and Gareth were concerned—shared women more often than not.

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he hid his smirk as James “Fury” Ashton asked Owen “Viper” Lueger which shirt went with his eyes better. Always pushing the envelope, that one. When Mikhail caught the look on the MPs faces and the way they were fiddling with their sidearms, he cleared his throat. He gave his team a couple of signals out of sight of the MPs.

It got everyone moving faster. If a bunch of highly trained military cops were that twitchy, something big was going down. No need to provoke them more than absolutely necessary.

As they left the locker room as a unit, Mikhail noticed they all exchanged the same look. He knew no one had a clue what was going on and that they didn’t like it—especially since they’d all just been told they had three weeks’ leave. Which, in their minds, meant they got to leave, no questions asked.

Not good.

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Twenty minutes later, Mikhail could not believe how fucking right he’d been. “Excuse me, sir. I mean zero disrespect, sir, but are you off your fucking rocker?” he asked.

His teammates all nodded. Yeah, every single one of them had been thinking it. Mikhail was just craziest of the bunch to say it out loud. It was part of his rep, and he did love living up to his rep.

“I wish,” Admiral Weller said. He rubbed a hand over his military-regulation cut and looked at them all.

Mikhail couldn’t believe how old Admiral Weller looked right then. Sharing a worried look with Nolan, he shook his head. “Sir, this is crazy. I might buy that Nolan might believe in the Greek gods, growing up as he had, but coming from you…” He shook his head again. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not buying it.”

“You’d better,” a new voice said. One that was deep, bowels-of-hell deep, and sent a shiver down Mikhail’s spine.

Mikhail spun and looked up—yeah, up—at seven-and-a-half feet of solid muscle covered in leather. Holy shit, where the fuck did this guy come from?

“Olympus by way of Athens,” the large male said. He turned his blacker-than-night eyes to the admiral. “Andrew, sorry I’m late. Had a small family matter to attend to.”

“No apologies needed, come on in and grab a seat. I think I’ll let you tell them the rest of this, as they don’t seem to be taking me seriously.”

The large man chuckled and—no joke—Mikhail could have sworn the room actually pitched and rolled like the deck of a battleship on high seas.

“They are trained to believe what they can see, hear, and touch, Andrew. Of course, they are not going to just take you at your word.” He walked around them, surprisingly light on his feet, and took the seat the admiral had offered.

Mikhail saw the same what-the-fuck expression on Nolan’s face that had to be on his own. The guy, on a first-name basis with the admiral, seemed to be buying into the same delusion, too. This would be interesting to hear. He wondered why no one was questioning the unvoiced questions, but these men knew him well enough to know that he would fill them all in later on everything.

“It’s not a delusion, Mikhail,” the guy said. “The Greek gods are real, all of us.”

“So, we’re to believe you’re one?” Lincoln “Saber” Jamison asked.

“Yes.”

“Right,” Thomas “Brick” Gordon drawled out in his Southern manner. “Which one, just so we keep it all straight and shit?”

The admiral’s expression showed his discomfort. Not a look one expected of a career military man who’d been through more wars than most could lay claim to—and all on the front lines for the most part.

“Ares,” the male said.

“God of War,” Stefan “Orion” Patras said softly. “Son of Zeus and Hera.”

“Bingo,” the big male said. “Got it in one. Which, considering your heritage, I’d be truly miffed if you hadn’t.”

Shooting his Greek teammate a look, Mikhail shook his head. “Okay, I have a question, if we’re all going to play along with this delusion.”

“It’s no delusion and yes, the gods are real.” Ares, or whoever the fuck he was, got up from his chair. He pushed it out of the way and settled with his feet spread so they were right under his shoulders.

A flash of light and they were staring at the guy in full battle regalia. As in, ancient armor with one hell of a big-ass sword in hand, tip to the floor. Oddly enough, the guy seemed even bigger.

He walked straight toward Mikhail.

Standing his ground, Mikhail notched his chin up to keep eye contact with the guy. A lot harder than he’d thought, now that the guy’s eyes were silver pools, much like a whirlpool, trying to suck him in.

“Military men are always the hardest to convince,” the god said. Then he smiled, showing perfectly white teeth, and lifted a hand. “Let’s see if I can’t convince you, shall we?”

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How can it be wrong when it feels so, so right?

What happens when you are a very bad, bad girl?
What happens when he is so alpha that he demands complete surrender?
What happens when your body, mind, and soul betrays you?

You submit.
You utter the words you never thought you would say.
“Yes, sir.”

They should resist. They should say no. They should walk away and never look back.
But they won’t.
Three women. Three men. Three tales of carnal delight that push the comfort zone.

Includes: Traditional Love, Traditional Terms, and Traditional Change.

**bad, bad, Girl is an erotic romance that pushes the boundaries of taboo. It is far from a Traditional Love romance. There is graphic sex, there is content that will certainly make you blush, and there are scenes that could cause grandma to have a stroke. If this is not your cup of tea, then please do not take a sip.

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A word of warning…if you are not a fan of spanking romance or Domestic Discipline romance, this book is probably not for you. That being said, my tastes run a very fine line. While I love BDSM romance, I’m not a huge fan of spanking or DD UNLESS it’s very well written, it has some great D/s sex involved, and the heroine is not getting spanked every other second for some other perceived wrongdoing.

That’s this book. Alta does a great job with the three stories inside Bad, Bad, Girl. While they are all standalone, they do all tie in to each other and feature the same circle of friends and family.

Book 1 is Caine and Neely’s story. Neely catches her husband in bed with another woman, so she takes her things and moves in with her best friend’s brother and her other friend Caine. Caine is thrilled that Neely is moving in with him, his girlfriend…not so much. What happens when friends start having feelings for one another, especially when one of them believes in Domestic Discipline so much?

Book 2 is Coley and Vince’s story. Coley is Caine’s sister and Vince is a firefighter friend of his who also practices DD. Coley really likes him, but she doesn’t think she can like his lifestyle. Vince knows he’s just going to have to convince her.

Book 3 is Rebecca and Sawyer’s story and my favorite one of the whole book. Rebecca is a new divorcee, and she needs a change, so she decides on a tattoo. Her tattoo artist is a friend of Caine’s so we all know what that means…*wink wink* But Rebecca is so against spanking. Can he convince her that Domestic discipline is something can live with?

I really enjoyed this book and I’ve become quite the fan of Alta Hensley’s of late, I think you will too If you haven’t already!

5 Spankalicious Stars

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Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, suspense and historical. She writes the hot, dark, and dirty romance.

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USA Today Bestselling Authors Maggie Ryan and Alta Hensley join forces again to bring you the third novel in this action-packed, romantic suspense trilogy full of bad boys and the women who love them.
Sinister…passion…freedom.

Anson Steele, along with his two brothers and father, lives by one code: Help all in need. Even if it means saving those who walk among the most sinister criminals in the world. Known as The Black Stallions, their mission is simple – provide rescue and safety to the innocents drawn into the evil depths of the underground.
Natalia Alvarez has been sold to the leader of one of Argentinian’s largest drug cartels at an underground human auction. Being sold to the highest bidder, she is now nothing more than a possession of Juan Montez and hidden away deep within the walls of his South American compound.

Anson Steele has been on the hunt for Natalia since the day he first saw her at the auction and helplessly had to watch her while not being able to do a thing about it. But he has made it is life’s mission to find this woman and pull her out of the depths of hell at whatever cost. She will be his save one way or another.
With the backdrop of the mission being the unforgiving jungles and the dangerous streets of Argentina, and escaping a foreign country near impossible, is Natalia doomed to be locked away forever?

While fighting against a powerful drug cartel and their ruthless leader, will Anson Steele be able to rescue Natalia before it is too late? Will they both be able to find refuse in The Black Stallion Ranch and put this awful nightmare behind them?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains graphic sex and BDSM elements.

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Anson is the third and final book in the Black Stallion Trilogy, which is a shame, because it’s been a pleasurable series to read.

This time, Anson finally gets to rescue the girl, a latina girl named Natalia that he wanted to save in the auction that he and his brother Stryder saved Zoya. Anson takes himself to Argentina to save Natalia, but finds that she’s not overly thrilled at the outcome. But the rescue doesn’t go as planned, and Anson and Natalia are stuck in Argentina with a price on their heads and no way out!

Like I said, it’s sad to see this series end. It would have been nice to have more books with other employees, ect. rescuing other women. (Maybe some local ones?) Though I’m still not sure about Jennie, sometimes I just want to throttle her. Being a person who suffers in tremendous pain everyday, I can tell you her herbal stuff doesn’t work. I’ll stick to my white man’s way thank you. (Maybe it’s because she’s high all the time?) I will say, she threw me for a loop with the barbecue. Sometimes, you gotta love that crazy gal.

Anson gets 4.5 Sexy, Sassy Stars!

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Fuck, he might have been shot but he wasn’t dead. That became evident when her hand slid down his leg to slip beneath the outer covering that served as chaps for the gaucho pants he’d purchased to wear to the fair. His cock stirred as her fingers dipped into the deep pocket in the loose white pants. Anson grimaced, silently berating himself as he remembered exactly where she’d been for the past six months. Eyes the color of emeralds lifted to his and he also remembered how she’d slugged Montez.

“Bossy and might I say, you’ve got one heck of a right cross, Ms. Alvarez.”

She seemed surprised, a quick grin appearing before she said, “And don’t you forget it.”

“I’m not likely to forget anything about you,” he said, meaning every word.

Natalia rolled her eyes, pulling her hand free with the key in her grip. “You’re already becoming delirious. Let’s get you inside.”

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Alta Hensley: Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, suspense and historical. She writes the hot, dark, and dirty romance.

Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

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Maggie Ryan: USA Today and #1 International Best Selling Author in Victorian, Historical, Contemporary and Western Romance.

Fantasy is a world that offers endless possibilities. Whether you travel back in time to take a journey to the cobblestone streets of London, enjoy the modernity of our contemporary age, or step through a portal to some future yet to be discovered, every letter of every word offers infinite possibilities. I love to write stories that take a reader on a journey, one they can disappear into, to experience what might have been or what is to come!

My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you as you escape into another world. Whichever you choose, I wish you Happy Reading!

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Mastering The FanGirl by Ava Sinclair

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Emma Holland didn’t expect a reply after she sent an anonymous email to her favorite author letting him know how much his books have meant to her, but Alden Fisher surprised her. He didn’t just write back, he wanted to get to know her better.

Fearful that a handsome, successful man like Alden could never be interested in a geeky fangirl like her, Emma created a fake profile to impress him. But as their relationship grew into an intimate, passionate online romance, Emma’s guilt grew as well, and when her shame became too great she disappeared from social media.

But Emma is about to discover that Alden is not content to let her write the ending to this story. He is determined not only to show Emma that he fell in love with the woman behind the profile, but to give her the correction and dominance he knows she both needs and craves.

He tracks Emma down and soon she is lying over his knee for the intense, painful spanking she has needed for so long.

Though she is shocked by Alden’s sudden return to her life, his firm discipline and loving guidance give Emma confidence she has never had before, and being claimed properly by him at last is better than she ever dreamed. But when a secret from his past threatens to tarnish Alden’s reputation, will the ensuing scandal destroy the bond Emma has built with the man who changed her life first with his books and then with his belief in her?

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First off, let me just say if you are going to read this, you may want to have something to cool you down sitting nearby. However that may look for you. Because this book is quite steamy hot!

It starts with our heroine Emma engaging in an online relationship with author Alden Fisher. She craves his dominance, but when it starts to get too real for her, she disappears from his life. Lucky for her, he manages to track her down and surprise her. He wants to continue where they left off, and uses some underhanded means to get her to agree.

But a jealous co-worker and an ex of his manage to throw a wrench in the works that might just derail their relationship.

I loved this book a whole lot! The sex scenes were positively so smoking hot I needed to fan myself! I loved how Alden stood up for Emma and how he boosted her confidence, he’s what every man should be like, especially dominants. And both of them are broken in their own ways, especially Emma, but they manage to be each other’s support in such a wonderful way. This book is definitely a keeper!

5 Hot, Spanky, Stars

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Prologue

May 2015

“Put your hands between your legs and spread the lips of your pussy.”

When there was no reply, his next question came quietly, but with the increased authority that made her tingle. “Are you doing it?”

She swallowed nervously. “Yes.”

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “Move the forefingers of your other hand over your clit, but softly. Barely graze it. Move them lower, over the inner folds.” He paused. “Are you wet?”

“Y-yes.”

A sigh.

She’d been talking to him long enough to know his sighs as well as his words. This one indicated irritation.

“You aren’t doing it.” There was stern disappointment in his tone, and she wondered how he even knew, given there was an ocean between them.

She glanced over at the cell phone, her heart pounding as if the man behind the cool British accent might somehow jump out of the tiny speaker.

“No,” she admitted, hoping the speaker didn’t pick up her voice. But he’d heard her. Touching herself had never come easy for a woman who was raised to hate her own body. It had gotten easier, with him, and she loved it. But sometimes it was still difficult.

“When we are finally together next week, when we are more than just pictures to one another, I will punish you for this.” Another pause. “And for the other things on my list.”

She has no doubt that he meant it. Her pussy clenched with need, and she wondered if he’d give her permission to use the vibrator later. She glanced over at the computer on her desk, where his picture served as her background. It was a private picture—one he’d never made public on social media or used on the ‘About the Author’ section of his books. This was one he’d sent just to her. In it, he was standing against a stone wall, rolling hills of emerald green behind him. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning either. He looked thoughtful, intense. She liked this picture better than any other, not just because it was hers alone, but because whenever she looked at it, she was instantly drawn to the eyes. The gaze had always held her, and even now she fancied he was watching her as she obediently parted her labia with trembling fingers.

“Sir.” She breathed the word, then moaned a soft exhale of breath.

“Obeying now, are we? That’s my good girl.” Soft words of praise after the promise of discipline precipitated the shudder of her first small orgasm. She may not even need the vibrator; some nights she didn’t. Sometimes the memory of his words alone was enough to bring her off.

“I want you to spread those smooth lips of your pussy. Spread them wide. And I want you to shift your hips forward as you keep your legs apart. I want you to work your fingers up and down over your slick, wet inner labia. I want you to think of me as you do this. I want you to think of how I’ll have you seated just as you are, my hands underneath, cupping your smacked bottom, my tongue lapping away your sweetness as you open yourself to me like the good girl I know you can be.”

The wave was building again. Her eyes closed. Calling on her imagination was easy. She did it every day at her job, helping others visualize and bring messages to life. But this was so much better, imagining him—the man she’d longed for before she even knew him—possessing her, those elegant hands squeezing her buttocks as he tasted what was his.

“Don’t touch your clit.” She almost jumped in the chair, a chill running down her spine. She’d been about to, and moans of pleasure turned to little whimpers of frustration.

“Believe me, love. If I were between your legs, I’d be tasting everything but that. Your sweet, slick flesh would be the main course. Your delightful clit would be dessert. But only when I was ready.”

Her pussy pulsed at the description, her clit throbbing with the aching need to be touched. Her stocking-clad toes curled against the hardwood floor. He was touching her from a continent away, stroking her with his words.

“How wet is my sweet girl now?”

She threw her head back, her dark brunette curls spilling down the back of the chair. She could feel the arousal pulsing from her pussy. The chair seat beneath her was wet with it. She’d had six lovers in her life—actual physical lovers—and none of them had ever gotten her as hot as the man on the phone.

“So wet.” She moaned. “Please… can I come?”

“Now, now… you know better than that. Ask me properly. And correctly.”

He’s correcting my grammar? For some reason, this excited her even more. She was the naughty student to his professor, her favorite fantasy, and the first she’d confessed to him. She asked him properly.

May I come… sir?”

“My Kitty may come. She may touch her clit. Her finger is my tongue. Flick it… Mmmm…”

She obeyed, imagining looking down to see the top of his dark head between her legs, to see his thick dark hair. And this time when she came, she cried out so loud she worried the neighbors might have heard. But she was past caring, her back arching so hard that her bottom left the chair, the waves of pleasure so strong that they nearly took her breath away.

She felt suspended on a cloud of pure sensual bliss, and when she floated back down to sitting, she placed a hand on either side of the seat to steady herself.

“Kitty? Kitty?” His voice drifted back to her, calm, purposeful. “Pick up the phone.”

She reached over, fumbling on the table, picked it up, switched it off speaker mode, and pressed it to her ear. She could smell the arousal still coating her fingers.

“Sir,” she said. “I’m here.”

“That’s better,” he said. “Speakerphones are convenient, but there’s something so intimate about having you talk directly into the phone. I can imagine you, sitting in my lap, your lips pressed to my ear. I can almost imagine your warm breath tickling my earlobe as you speak the words in that lovely, lilting voice of yours.”

“Oh, sir…” She curled her feet beneath her and leaned her head against the chair’s railing. She imagined herself in his lap, and swallowed the sob of regret already forming in her throat.

“Did you get your ticket, Kitty?”

A pang, painful, centered in her chest. She glanced at the computer screen, at those intense eyes. She looked away. “Yes,” she lied. “I used my frequent flier miles.”

“I’d have happily paid for it.”

“It’s okay.” She tried to sound casual. “It didn’t cost me anything.”

“I respect that you want to be independent, but after today, I pay for everything. Understand?”

She nodded, swallowing, her finger tracing the top of her stocking. “Yes, sir.”

“You have all the information?”

“Yes.”

“Repeat it.”

She hoped he’d attribute the quaver in her voice to excitement. “Brookside Inn, Room 212, Victoria, British Columbia. I’m to be there at six in the evening on Saturday.”

“Good girl.” She heard the clink of ice in his glass. It was cocktail hour in the U.K. She knew that because he had told her of his regimented routine. Breakfast at seven—usually eggs over easy and toast with jam, although on Wednesdays he enjoyed a traditional English breakfast with sausage, baked beans, mushrooms, and half a tomato. Afterwards a brisk walk around his duck pond. Since they started talking, he’d treated her to several pictures of his small estate through all four seasons. Her favorite part was the pond. There was a bench by it, under a willow. Her most enjoyable daydream involved his sitting on that bench, her at his feet as the fall leaves swirled around them.

“Kitty?”

She startled. “Yes?”

“I cannot wait to see you. I cannot wait to run my hands through those auburn tresses, to spank your sweet little bottom until you beg me to stop and fuck you.” He grew quiet for a moment. “Two days, love. That’s all that stands between us now. Two days.”

“Two days. Yes.” The truth rose in her like a bubble, the pressure of it pressing against her from the inside. Her idealistic side sparred with her rational one.

Just tell him! He’ll understand!

Don’t be an idiot. He’ll never understand. He’ll hate you.

“I’ll see you then,” she said quietly.

“Yes. Until then. Goodbye, my little one.”

“Goodbye, sir.”

The soft click as he hung up might as well be a gunshot killing everything she’d ever wanted. She drew her knees up, hugged them to her, and sobbed. She wanted to curl up there, in that chair, and just fade away. But she couldn’t. She had to move on. She was hardly the first woman to do something stupid, to get carried away by her emotions. A mistake like this could only destroy her life if it was repeated. She’d consider this a lesson.

She rose and walked over to the computer, looking at his image on the screen. Each morning since she’d made his photo her screensaver, she’d look at it and imagine him saying something new. Now she imagined him saying, “Shame on you.”

She hastily clicked on the Safari web browser icon, pulling up the Facebook page that mercifully blocked out the picture of the man she’d never met in person but desperately loved. And now, staring at her instead was Kitty Klein, the fake name of the woman she’d been pretending to be.

“You’re the one he wants,” she said, staring at the profile picture of the auburn-haired beauty smiling from under a floppy straw hat.

A sob rose in her throat, one of those painful ones she knew would break with ragged rawness if she let it. She willed herself to force it back down.

“No!” Her tone was one of a self-loathing scold. “You don’t deserve to cry. You did this to yourself. You did this to him, too.”

It was harder than she ever imagined, going to her settings, clicking on the security link, and then choosing ‘Deactivate Your Profile.’

Are you sure? Facebook wanted to know—a safety net, just in case she changed her mind. Facebook reminded of her options, suggesting she simply hide the profile instead.

But she was sure. She couldn’t allow the temptation. She couldn’t allow the deception the existence of the profile represented. With the click of a button, the auburn-haired beauty she’d been impersonating was gone, vanished from social media without a trace.

Next she clicked on her email folder marked ‘Sir’ and deleted everything—from the first email she’d sent him, to the reply she’d not expected, to the most recent note telling her what time to call, and what to be wearing when she did.

The final step involved going to the website for QuikPhone, where she deleted her account and disabled the phone she’d bought just to talk to him. There was a box at the foot of her bed. She opened it, willing herself not to pick up the books inside, not to caress the creased covers or peek at the dog-eared pages filled with the highlighted passages that had inspired her, words that had saved her life, words that had made a total stranger her hero.

She’d read once that if you suddenly severed a limb, you’d not feel it at first. And that’s how she felt now. Numb. She knew that when the feeling came rushing back, it would be excruciating.

But the break had to be made. Tomorrow she’d take the box with the books and the phone to Goodwill. She’d drop it off, the last traces of her Almost Perfect Life gone forever. Then she’d wait for the blood to rush back into her heart, and begin the daily struggle of trying not to think of what might have been.