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In Sir’s Arms (Brie’s Submission 15) by Red Phoenix

Cover Design: Viola Estrella

Release Date: November 21, 2017

 

Synopsis

A man in love is unstoppable.

Sir Thane Davis is a fighter and has survived countless tragedies.

Now he must deal head-on with Lilly to protect the woman he loves and the baby she carries. He is relentless, wanting to end this threat once and for all.

But unseen forces are at play which will challenge the Master. Will victory be his or will he lose everything he holds dear?

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Red Phoenix has released the 15th book in the Brie’s Submission series, In Sir’s Arms, and this time around, it’s their story told from the POV of Thane Davis. We start off with Sir Davis on the plane to Dubai and the crash. We go into his memories of first meeting Brie and how he felt on that first sighting. Of course, there’s the experiences at the Training center, issues with Lilly, Anton Durov’s kidnapping, and then we circle back to Lilly and what her final punishment is.

My only question about the series is this…what about the other women? Anton obviously wants Brie so Lea should just give it up now. But Wallace, Master Anderson, and Tono Nosaka ALL have women of their own, but anytime Brie has even a hangnail, they come running to fix whatever is wrong with her, in fact all of the men do, including the married ones. It certainly doesn’t bother Thane because he likes watching Brie with other men, but I can’t think it’s very fair to all of the other women. Just an observation, I still love the series!

5stars

 

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Red Phoenix is an award-winning romance author who gained popularity with her BDSM series, Brie’s Submission.
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Double Trouble by Sierra Cartwright

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One love. One obsession. Double the trouble.

This time, he won’t take no for an answer.

For three years, Daniel Armstrong has wanted the beautiful, fiery Bridget Kelly. But when he sees her at Houston’s premier BDSM club and realizes she has an interest in submission, his determination reignites. A charity auction provides a means for him to possess her and do good at the same time. Who could resist? Focused solely on Bridget and the decadent delights he intends for her, he outbids everyone to claim her.

Helpless, trapped by the glare of a spotlight at an auction she never agreed to participate in, Bridget is stunned when bidding for a weekend with her goes higher and higher.

She’s frantic when she realizes the gorgeous, successful Daniel Armstrong has won her. For years, she’s been attracted to the renowned heartbreaker, but she’s kept him at a distance to protect herself.

Then one night, she sees him at a BDSM club, and there’s no doubt he recognizes her submissive tendencies. Now that the devastating Dom knows her naughty desires, she’s doubly determined to avoid him.

When he claims her, she believes things can’t get worse. Then he introduces her to his identical twin, Jacob. Suddenly, she’s faced with not one, but two men determined to make her every fantasy come true and take her to the heights of submission.

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Sierra Cartwright is one of my favorite authors, and she’s also an amazing person as well! Double Trouble is a book that was previously published but is all shiny and new!

Bridget gets sucked into an auction by her sister Mary for a children’s charity when someone else pulls out at the last minute. She figures no one is going to bid on her, but she’s horrified when powerful banker and known player Daniel Armstrong is the winner. It takes her weeks before she cashes in on his prize, but she’s really in for a big surprise when his twin brother decides to get in on the action.

She spends a kinky, amazing weekend with the brothers but after it’s over, she’s not quite sure if Daniel wants to continue.

This was a sexy, massively HOT read from Sierra that was even better for me this time around. Sierra’s talent shines through in her characters and spellbinding storylines.

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“No. No. No, no, no.” Bridget glared at her younger sister. “And in case that wasn’t clear, hell, no.”

“But—”

“If you think I’m strutting out there”—she glanced out from behind the heavy velvet drapes toward the stage that had been artfully decorated and prepared for the upcoming fundraiser—“to be auctioned off like a lamb, you’ve lost your mind.” Before Mary could rush on with a million reasons why her suggestion was a brilliant one, Bridget took away the argument by saying, “I know it’s a worthy cause and all the money will support children’s education, the answer remains hell, no.” Besides, she had donated her services as a bartender for the evening, leaving her own pub shorthanded on a Saturday night. By any measure, she’d done her part.

“How long has it been since you’ve been out? With a man, I mean.”

“That’s not fair.” Bridget flinched. “I work a lot.” Even she heard the defensive high note in her voice.

“If you actually had a date, you wouldn’t need to spend all your money on batteries for your toys,” Mary pointed out, pressing her advantage.

Bridget glanced around then sighed in relief when she noticed that the other lambs were occupied talking amongst themselves. And none of them seemed as disturbed by the idea of being presented for public consumption as she was. “I’ll have you know my battery purchases are a much-needed part of the economy,” Bridget defended. “Without me, hundreds of people would be out of work. Besides, I can find my own dates, thank you very much.” She just didn’t have time for one. Or so she kept telling herself.

Mary raised one of her sculpted eyebrows.

Bridget shuddered. That look had dragged her into more misadventures than she could count. Because she’d had many years to recognize the tactic, and Bridget had mastered the art of the dodge.

“Look, how could I know Carmen was going to get the flu?”

Carmen Ortiz was not only a TV news weather reporter, she was hot, as famous for her short, tight skirts as she was her personality and meteorological skills. She was used to being in front of people, accustomed to the limelight. And people wanted to date her, which meant they would bid big bucks when she stepped onto the stage.

Bridget, on the other hand, was famous for pouring a Guinness with a great head and fending off randy customers who wanted to pinch the butt she’d wiggled into a pair of tight jeans.

“I’m in a bind. Unless you help out…” Mary paused for dramatic effect while her blue eyes filled with tears. “The entire event will be a failure.”

Bridget couldn’t help herself. She laughed. “Nice try. Tonight will be a great success. You’ve done an excellent job, like you always do.”

The venue’s ballroom was filled with Houston’s elite, seated around banquet tables, dressed in clothing no doubt purchased just for the occasion. A four-piece band was playing a Frank Sinatra tune, and a couple—a man in a tuxedo and a woman in a long black gown—glided across the dance floor.

In honor of the event’s theme, Puttin’ on the Ritz, pictures of the New York City nighttime cityscape were projected on the walls. And now that the dessert dishes had been cleared, energy buzzed in the air.

A Houston news crew was positioned near the stage, in the long shadow of Lady Liberty herself. A society reporter scribbled notes and smiled like a politician angling for office. Half a dozen servers moved through the area with champagne, and the bars, where hard liquor and cocktails were offered, had people lined up in front of them.

“Someone needs to fill in for Carmen,” Mary insisted.

“I agree.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

“Oh, no.” Bridget held up her hand as a physical barrier to keep Mary’s enthusiasm from sweeping her away. “That person will not be me.” Uncomfortable because her absence was causing a burden on the other bartenders, Bridget said, “Look, I’ll write you a check. Including all my tips for a month.”

“No offense, but I can sell you off for a whole lot more than what you make in tips.”

Bridget scowled, debating whether or not her feelings were hurt. “I doubt it. For the love of God, no one wants to be with a bartender.”

Mary had the good grace to wince as she no doubt remembered that Bridget had been dumped by an ex who couldn’t put up with her profession. “Plenty of men are attracted to you. You’ll see.” Her voice contained reassurance and belief. Then she smiled and the whole damn room lit up. “Please, Bridget. This isn’t about you, but rather the good you can do in the world.”

Bridget was torn between sighing and rolling her eyes. As a child, Mary had brought home every stray dog and cat she’d found. She would cry at the store if she saw a stuffed animal that was missing a foot or an ear. The tears would only stop if their parents relented and bought it for her. All of them still indulged her tender heart and cause du jour, but enough was enough.

Unlike her sister, Bridget hated to be the center of attention. She wanted her private life kept private. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could stand the humiliation of knowing she’d fetched less money than anyone else. How could she compare to the beauty queens and cheerleaders? “The answer’s a definite, positive no.”

“But the charity…”

The lines in front of the bars grew longer.

“For the last time, I am not getting on that stage to be auctioned off.”

“How bad could it be? A guy makes a huge donation to Children First. You get a night out, he gets your company, and some deserving kid who is short on opportunity has a shot to go to college. Just think of it. A couple hours of your time and you can do so much good.”

“Find someone else.” Someone who wasn’t dressed as a service worker.

Mary pouted, an authentic, childlike pout, complete with turned-down lower lip. “If that’s your final answer…”

“You’re going to raise thousands.” Bridget squeezed Mary’s hands. “Tens of thousands. And you don’t need me to do it.”

“Fine.” Mary nodded.

Bridget danced a small jig on the way back to her position behind one of the bars. All in all, she’d gotten away unscathed. She’d expected it to cost her at least two months’ tips. Maybe Mary was softening.

“Your sister’s something else,” Joel said while she was mixing up a Long Island Iced Tea.

Not only was Joel another bartender who Mary had pressed into service, he was Bridget’s partner at Fado Irish Pub, the bar they co-owned.

“I’m ridiculously proud of her.” Mary had organized this entire event from idea to invitation, and she had a knack for squeezing money out of even the tightest of Houston’s elite.

Less than ten minutes later, the band trailed off and Mary took the stage. The spotlight hit her. Her sequined gown seemed to ignite in an explosion of color. The highlights in her blonde hair lent an angelic appeal.

At times, Bridget wondered if one of them had been adopted. She was as tall as her sister, but the resemblance ended there. Her own hair was fiery red, and her figure was a bit more…voluptuous. She preferred jeans to skirts, cowboy boots to heels. How could Mary have even suggested Bridget climb up on the same stage?

Mary thanked everyone for coming, then she introduced the emcee for the evening, Steven Benoit, one of Houston’s most popular radio disc jockeys. Tall, with shoulders like a linebacker and a baritone voice that made half of the Lone Star state think of sultry summer nights. Right now, however, he made Bridget remember how long it had been since she’d had sex.

Mary might be right—it was time for Bridget to put away the toys and start dating again. It had been at least half a year, maybe nine months since she’d had a screaming orgasm, well, one where her own hand wasn’t involved.

She finished serving the last customer and folded her arms while she watched the event.

Steven introduced the first bachelorette—a cheerleader for the Houston Texans. She was young and nubile, wearing a gown with cutouts in the sides, revealing her toned abdominal muscles.

The bidding for a date with her started at five thousand dollars and reached ten in mere seconds.

Each man—and one woman—who placed a bid received a giggle and an adorable little wave.

“Puh-leeze.”

“You say something?” Joel asked.

“If I were a man, I’d rather have a root canal than go out with her.”

“I can see the appeal.”

She rolled her eyes. Barbara or Buffy or Missy—whatever her name was—even appealed to gay men.

Bidding ended at twenty-two thousand and change. Bridget was pleased for her sister and the charity, but she thought the winning stockbroker could have made a better investment.

Next up was a Sunday afternoon car race at the stadium in Dallas, complete with pit passes, access to a hospitality tent and dinner with a driver.

One of the servers bustled over to let her know that a gentleman from a nearby table had requested a bottle of wine which cost more than Bridget made on a good day. As much as the words had stung, Mary was right. It didn’t matter if she wrote a check, Bridget’s tip money wouldn’t add much to the charity’s bottom line.

At the customer’s table, Bridget uncorked the wine and poured a small amount into a glass for him to sample. He pretended to know more about tasting than he actually did. She pretended not to notice.

“And now,” the emcee said, “for our next eligible bachelorette…” He pulled out a notecard.

Bridget’s customer nodded his approval, and she started to fill his glass.

“Whoever wins this date will be in for a treat. The owners of Northall Farm, a restored historical home, have offered a weekend retreat in the spectacular Texas countryside. Get away from the city as you enjoy seclusion and luxury with delectable meals, fabulous wines and amazing sunrises, away from any stress or worries.”

The description sounded delightful, like something she would enjoy.

“Your bachelorette is a local favorite.”

Curious, Bridget glanced up. There was no one standing next to her sister, waiting to step into the spotlight.

“Because I’m a huge fan of this young lady, I’m willing to place the opening bid myself. Two thousand dollars!” Steven called. “Gentlemen, who will raise me five hundred for an evening with Mary’s delightful sister, Bridget Kelly?”

Her mouth fell open. She met her sister’s gaze. Mary grinned and blew Bridget a kiss. Then the spotlight operator scanned the room until he found her.

She froze, humiliated, aware of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her.

“Close your mouth,” her customer suggested. “And give me the bottle of wine before you drop it.” He pried the bottle from her fingers.

“Twenty-five hundred,” came a voice from the back of the room.

She swung her gaze around the room, but she couldn’t see who’d placed the bid.

“Let’s get you up here, Bridget,” Steven invited, beckoning her.

Oh, no. Bridget shook her head. “No. No, no. No.”

“Don’t be shy,” he encouraged with a practiced, promotional-worthy smile.

Bridget was well-trapped. And at the end of the evening, she was going to kill her sister. And Steven, too. How had she thought for a moment that he was handsome? And if she never heard his voice again, it would be too soon. She was deleting his station from the presets on her radio.

“Who wouldn’t want a weekend away with one of Houston’s best bartenders? Do you like to be shaken, gentlemen? Or perhaps stirred?”

A fresh wave of chuckles ran through the room.

Steven waved his notecard. “Three thousand dollars.”

She gasped. Then her stomach dropped when she realized it was yet another pity bid from him. Bridget would bet Mary had put him up to it. She was relentless in her quest to raise money.

“Ladies and gentleman, let’s show Ms. Kelly some encouragement.”

All around her, people began to clap and chant her name.

“Go on, Bridget!”

Across the room, she recognized Joel’s voice. Cripes. Was he part of the conspiracy, as well?

One of the good-natured guys at the table gave her a slight shove toward the stage.

Helpless, she was swept across the ballroom floor. When she reached the stage, an usher offered her a hand up the stairs.

Steven planted a kiss on her cheek. “You’re a good sport,” he whispered.

“No. I’m not.” She stood there, blinded in the spotlight. She was aware of her too-tight pants, the tuxedo shirt that strained across her bosom and the bow tie that angled askew. Strands of her hair had escaped from the confines of their clips and caused a riotous disarray around her face. All the other eligible bachelors and bachelorettes were dressed to kill. And she was dressed to serve overpriced drinks.

Mary was going to die. Tonight.

“We’re at three thousand dollars for a weekend date with Bridget. Who’ll give me thirty-five hundred?”

“Thirty-five!”

She strained to see who was calling out the bid, but the glare of the lights was blinding. And she couldn’t tell whether it was the same man who’d placed the earlier bid.

“Four thousand.”

“Thank you,” Steven said to a second bidder. “Forty-five, anyone?”

This was insane. She hadn’t had a date in months, hadn’t slept with anyone in even longer, and she’d go out for the cost of a meal.

Steven dropped out at seven thousand, leaving two men, neither of whom she could see, competing against each other.

Unbelievably, the bidding ended at nine thousand dollars.

She couldn’t breathe. Nine thousand dollars for a weekend with her? Who would be willing to lay out so much cash for a date with a bartender?

The man in question stood. The spotlight hit him.

Bridget grabbed onto Steven’s arm for support.

The evening had gone from bad to terrible to a living nightmare.

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Wicked Torture by J Kenner

 

 

Outwardly, Noah Carter is riding high as the tech world’s hottest new genius. Inside, he’s still reeling from the abduction of his wife and baby daughter eight years ago, and then the devastating discovery of his child’s body. For years, he kept up hope that his wife was alive, but now that she’s been declared legally dead, he’s thrown himself even more deeply into his work, cutting himself off from emotional ties because they just hurt too damn much.

Then he meets Kiki Porter, an eternal optimist with a killer work ethic and dreams of fronting a band. And everything changes. Even though he tries his damnedest to fight it…

Sexually, they are combustible together. But their true fire is emotional, though it is a slow to burn. But once it lights, it is all consuming. The relationship grows emotionally, the sex is hot, things are good.

But just when it’s looking like they might have a real future together, the past comes back to haunt them. And Noah’s going to have to decide what he’s willing to give up for love …

All Wicked Novels Stand Alone

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J Kenner has come out with another hit standalone in the Wicked Nights series. Of course, our favorite son, Damian Stark appears just to make our hearts beat that much more faster!

Noah Carter is the president of Stark Applied Technology-Austin. He’s also trying to come back from the deaths of his wife and year-old daughter nine years earlier when they were kidnapped and murdered. He also hurt the woman he truly loved, Kiki. He stops by a bar and there is a woman singing, and to his surprise, it’s Kiki.

Kiki had her heart broken, smashed apart by Noah when he left her for his pregnant girlfriend to marry her.

Noah and Damian are interviewing candidates for their huge “Project” roll-out. Their first six interviews are terrible, but candidate number seven has a stellar resume. Kimberly Porter enters and both her and Noah are shocked. She’s also known as Kiki. Does he hire her and rekindle their romance? Find out by grabbing a copy of this fantastically hot and sexy book!

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Time to heal.

Somehow, though, he never found the enthusiasm. Or maybe that was just an excuse. Another way of punishing himself for walking away from the woman he loved in favor of the woman he’d owed.

And since he’d never have either of them again, he needed to kick his own ass, pick up the pieces of his life, and start building something real. After all, there wasn’t a tech gadget he couldn’t design, build, or repair. So why was he so clueless when it came to his own damn life?

It was time, and it would be easy. Painless even, because God knew Evie embodied everything he admired in a woman. Strength. Intelligence. Ambition. Humor. Beauty. She was as desirable as Lyle had promised and obviously enthusiastic.

In other words, he was all out of excuses.

He stood up, intending to tell her to lead the way. But the words that came out of his mouth shocked them both. “I’m sorry, Evie,” he said. “You’ve been wonderful, but I have an early meeting, and I should probably get home.”

“Oh.” He’d surprised her as she was rising, and now she teetered awkwardly on her heels, as if his unexpected words would physically topple her.

He reached out a hand to steady her, and for the briefest moment, he considered pulling her close and fighting his way past his hesitation. She was everything he should want in a woman—with the unfortunately insurmountable problem that she wasn’t what he wanted at all. Or, rather, she wasn’t who he wanted.

Goddamn him.

Goddamn his stupid, unrealistic fantasies.

And while he was at it, goddamn Kiki, too.

He was being an idiot and unfair, and he knew it. An idiot, because he’d made his choice to walk away from Kiki long ago, and he knew damn well that he’d shattered her in the process. Even if he could have seen his way clear to look her up after all these years, he’d forfeited his right to come crawling back.

Unfair, because not ten minutes ago he’d been ready to take the plunge with Evie, and yet here he was, dodging and shifting like a damn coward, trying to swim up out of the deep black ocean of loss and pain. A familiar pain that wrapped him like a blanket, so cloying it was almost comfortable. And he knew damn well that there was only one way to fight it—he needed to take the girl to her room and try to fuck the darkness out of him.

The way he’d done with countless other women.

The way that never worked like it should. That only dulled the sharp edges of his pain, but added no light to the darkness.

That wasn’t what he wanted. Not anymore. One of the reasons he’d moved to Austin was to heal, after all. To heal, and to break bad habits.

Still, it was tempting, and it took more strength than he expected to shake his head again and say very gently, “I really am sorry. I’m not … ready.” She’d been polite enough not to mention the tragedy in his past, but he was certain that Lyle must have at least told her that he’d lost his wife and daughter. Hopefully, that softened the blow of rejection.

She’d regained her footing, and now she stepped back, her forehead creased as her eyes flicked over him, expertly assessing him as she would a witness. “It’s been almost nine years, I’m told.” The sharp edge of her voice sliced his heart. So much for softening the blow. “If you don’t get ready soon, I can’t help but think you’re going to end up sad and alone.”

With a thin, sympathetic smile, she turned and walked away, leaving him to watch her go and wonder at her perceptiveness. Because she was right.

He was going to end up sad and alone.

Hell, he already was.

 

 

J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been praised by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.

In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.

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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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Other Books by BJ Wane

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Series: Miami Masters Book 1
Don’t miss the exciting intro into this series, Bound and Saved, while it’s still on sale for $2.99. Zach and Sandie’s story is just as emotional and erotic as Master Me, Please, with a touch of suspense tossed in.
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“A Smashing Debut to the Series! One of those books that you just can’t put down!”
– Knotty Girl Sandie, Goodreads reviewer
“Ms. Wane knows just how to pull at your heartstrings while delivering on both suspense and hot scenes! I loved this book…”
– Dani, Goodreads reviewer

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Seducing The Defendant by Chantal Fernando

 

 

Title: Seducing the Defendant
Series: The Conflict of Interest Series #2
Author: Chantal Fernando
Publisher: Gallery
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 14, 2017
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New York Times bestselling author Chantal Fernando returns to her latest, steamy Conflict of Interest series with this electrifying tale of murder, justice, and intense attraction.Jaxon Bentley is a hardnosed criminal lawyer whose entire life revolves around his work. He’s been asked to represent Scarlett Reyes, a woman accused of murdering her police officer husband in cold blood. All the evidence points to Scarlett being guilty and Jaxon is sure it’s an open and shut case.

But when he meets his client, he can’t help but feel that she’s innocent and that there’s more to the story than meets the eye. With a bit of digging, he uncovers a connection to the notorious Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club and realizes that Scarlett’s case is a complicated and difficult one. It certainly doesn’t help that the two share an immediate and passionate attraction. Will Jaxon be able to prove Scarlett’s innocence or are the two doomed to fail both in court and as a couple?

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Chantal Fernando is a new author to me, and upon reading the blurb to this series, it immediately caught my interest as a must-read! I’m glad that I followed my instincts and decided to read this. The characters jumped off of the pages for me with Jaxon as a sexy alpha lawyer and Scarlett a survivor who gets a second chance through Jaxon and a cast that grabs on and comes alive.

Scarlett is accused of her cop husband’s murder when his body appears from the water 2 years after he went missing. The evidence against her makes her look as though she’s definitely guilty, but she hires Jaxon Bently, a brilliant criminal defence lawyer. Jaxon learns that Darren, her husband, was an abusive, bad man, and he goes about trying to clear Scarlett’s name as he falls for her. But Darren had bad friends as well, and Scarlett may be in danger.

Loved this book and I’m looking forward to continuing books in the series! Especially with the Wind Dragon MC group!

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New York Times, Amazon & USA Today Bestselling Author Chantal Fernando is thirty years old and lives in Western Australia.Lover of all things romance, Chantal is the author of the best selling books Dragon’s Lair, Maybe This Time and many more.

When not reading, writing or daydreaming she can be found enjoying life with her three sons and family.

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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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much lower stress.

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

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

That’s not what happened.

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

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

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

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

Fuck it.

He’d take the risk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please fuck me!”

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

Too fucking long.

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

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

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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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His To Own by Ava Sinclair

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

Then it all went terribly wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Taken By The SEAL by Callie Harper

We are so excited to be sharing Callie Harper’s TAKEN BY THE SEAL with you! Be sure to grab your copy today!

 

About TAKEN BY THE SEAL

Now that I’ve taken her, I’m never letting her go.

Taking Olivia hadn’t been my plan. I’d been prepping my cabin in the woods for my own getaway.

I’m an ex-SEAL, but my instincts are still strong. One glimpse of her innocent, terrified eyes and I know I need to save her. I’d been working with the bad buys, but all it takes is one look at Olivia and I’m back playing the hero, rescuing the damsel in distress.

Now we’re in my remote cabin, hidden away from the world. My little curvy virgin is looking up at me with a mix of innocence, fear, and desire.

The need to possess is burning through my veins. She thinks she needs to escape.

She’s not going to escape.

She’s going to be mine.

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Taken By The SEAL by Callie Harper is not your typical SEAL book. Our hero is not your typical book SEAL hero by any stretch of the imagination, and that alone is to be applauded. This was a fun, fresh take on a SEAL romance, and it was enjoyable from beginning until the last page.

Our heroine, Olivia, is a waitress, who barely manages to afford taking college classes online. Her father has a questionable job. Knox is an ex-Navy SEAL who works for a mob boss as a sniper. He is on a job one night when he sees Olivia get grabbed by two guys that he’s watching. He makes a decision to rescue her. In doing so, he has to hide her at a remote cabin. Now, there’s a target on both of their backs!

You’ll love this page turning read as much as I did if you are into bad, boy alphas, and sassy females who can hold their own but still surrender to their alpha’s seduction. Is it hot in here, or it it Knox?

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The sound of wood getting chopped and split draws me around to the side of the house. Knox is standing there with an axe, a chopping block and a pile of wood, looking like a poster for All That Is Man. He’s in a T-shirt while I stand there shivering under a blanket. Swat plasters it to his incredible muscles. He’s all hard everywhere I’m soft. I’ve never ben much of an athlete, never on any teams. Cooking and baking are my sports, and they tend to bring out my curves. He’s the exact opposite.

He looks up, wiping the sweat from his brow across his powerful forearm.

“Do you have my phone?” I venture to ask.

He shakes his head no, resting a hand on the blunt end of the axe handle. “GPS tracking. Had to get rid of it.”

“You got rid of it?”

He nods. I sigh in frustration. All around me loom tall trees and the ground’s covered with thick underbrush. Nothing in the vast wilderness remotely resembles a path.

He confirms my suspicions. “We’re the only cabin for ten miles in any direction. No people, just wolves, pumas and black bears.”

“Nice.” Great mobster hangout he has here. Wait, aren’t Chicago mobsters big on city stuff, like living and playing in the city where they work? “Why do you have a cabin all the way out here if you work for the mob?”

He exhales heavy, like I’ve asked him a question with a complicated answer. But he doesn’t give one. He doesn’t say a thing.

Studying his features, I try to read him because, really, who the hell is this man? He saves me, but kidnaps me. He ties me up, but tells me it’s to keep me safe. He touches me, but only after I’ve practically humped him first.

I look away, frustrated. I can’t read him at all, and it’s not just because the sunlight gleaming on his massive biceps is more than a little distracting. The man has a poker face.

“If you work for the mob,” I try again, “why did you take me away from some other mob guys?”

He scratches his temple, then admits, “I didn’t like what they had planned.”

“So you weren’t part of the plan to drug and kidnap me?”

“Not exactly.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“To keep you safe.”

 

 

About CALLIE HARPER

Callie Harper writes hot, fun page-turning romances. She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise. Born on the East Coast where she learned the joys of fast-paced sarcastic banter, she and her family are now kickin’ it in the West Coast sunshine. On any given day there’s a good chance you’ll find Callie outdoors enjoying the gorgeous Bay Area, but if she’s indoors, she’ll likely be reading, writing or eating, preferably all at once.

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