Their Weapons Maker (Heroes Of Olympus 3) by April Zyon

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Rachael Dunfries isn’t ready to die. She’ll fight tooth and nail to survive the gutless attack that put her in the hospital—even hire protection to keep her safe. Falling in love with the men looking after her was not part of the plan.

Discovering the threat won’t be an easy battle to win, but Dieter Adler-Faust and Wyatt Aragon are as ready as they can be. The fight that ensues isn’t what they had planned. A new level of war has been declared. For the love of their woman, they’ll do whatever is necessary.

An attack too close to home has everyone scrambling. Rachael is in danger, Wyatt’s injured, and the battle lines are drawn. It’s a fight they can’t lose if they want to finally have a chance at a life together.

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April Zyon has come out with some pretty amazing books with a paranormal and mythological flavor to them. This series, The Heroes of Olympus, has got to be one of my absolute favorites. If you have been following the series so far, (and yes, I skipped the second book. I’ll be heading right back to it.) The gods have assembled a team of soldiers, to find, protect and bond with, 6 keys, (women) that are descendants of the gods. One is the key to letting Hades out of Tartarus. Each woman has two men.

This is one of those series where it would be better for me to really just say…OMG, you really need to read this series! It’s full of smart alek gods, mythological goodness, really, really hot warrior dudes who love and protect their women pretty much right from the get-go, and super smart women. Also, there’s a battle between good and evil here.

Our trio in this book is Rachel, a brilliant weapons maker, Wyatt, and Dieter. Rachel has been shot by an unknown assailant, and it’s up to the team to find out who and why. You’ll absolutely love it, and you’ll definitely want more!

5 Fantastacal Stars

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Claiming Ruby (Mission Pleasure Book 1) by Scarlett Sanderson

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Ruby has a secret. Beneath her prissy exterior lies a submissive in desperate need of a Master. After her past disastrous attempt at exploring her fantasies, she buried her cravings deep and told herself she’d be fine without giving in to them. Then she meets Joshua. He’s everything she’s ever fantasized about—and everything she’s feared.

Joshua didn’t start out wealthy—he’s an ex-marine who made his fortune after seeing his fair share of war. His wealth and lavish lifestyle are nothing next to his driving need to claim Ruby for his own. He’d give up everything to collar her for a lifetime, and he’ll have to use every sinful dominant trick he knows to make her let him in.

Inside Scoop: This book features a hero who knows what his submissive needs, whether it’s being tied up or being taken in public with the assistance of two other hot marines. Please note this book was previously published by Ellora’s Cave.

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Scarlett Sanderson is one of my favorite erotica authors, and Claiming Ruby is an older story of hers that I actually remember reading from a while back. I was asked to read and review it (since I have never reviewed it.) I’m once again floored by how much I just love her stories, and I really enjoyed this one!

Ruby is a bookstore owner, and she has a best friend Jaime who not only works with her, but has a job as a burlesque dancer with an act where she is a submissive. Ruby comes along with Jaime to help her when she does these shows, and they are usually at a private residence. One night, after the show, she meets a man who hits on her and she quickly learns that not only is he a dominant, but that he’s a rich businessman. Because of that, she wants nothing to do with him, especially when he starts sending gifts to her store to try and persuade her to date him. But his persistence pays off.

They end up together, but an old flame throws a wrench in the works and may just destroy everything he’s worked for with Ruby. Such a great book, even if at times you just want to yell at Ruby for some of her behaviors. I haven’t read the books of the others in the series, but I most definitely plan to! I think this was a wonderful start to the series!

5 Flaming Stars

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Tannin’s Thunderbolt (Devil’s Souls MC Book 1) By Ravenna Tate

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When Raiyana Parente learns a Mob boss wants her dead for refusing to become his business partner, she runs. With no clear plan, she ends up in the parking lot of Scotty’s Place, a posh strip club in Creek Ridge, Ohio, believing the tall, muscled biker in jeans and dirty boots is the man sent to kill her. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Sterling Tanner, known to his Demons on Wheels MC Brothers as Tannin, is hit by the thunderbolt the moment he looks into Rai’s dark eyes. But the trouble she brings with her isn’t something his MC needs. Still, what’s a man to do when the woman he has to have, no matter what, shows up?

As their rough and dirty sexual relationship burns up the sheets, Tannin must find a way to keep Rai safe from the Mob. But can he win her heart as well?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, sex toys, flogging, anal sex, public exhibition

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The superduper, remarkable Ravenna Tate has come out with an all-new series that will not only blow her fans away, but will have lovers of MC romance flipping their e-reader pages with glee. Tannin’s Thunderbolt is the first book in the new Demons on Wheels MC series. Considering the glut on the market with MC romances, I was a little leery as to how this would turn out.

I needn’t have worried, this was an absolutely fabulous start to her series! The characters were fascinating, three-dimensional, gritty, raw and real. I could really see these guys in my mind’s eye and I wanted more! Our heroine, Raiyanna, is running for her life when a mob boss puts a price on her head. She ends up stopping and running into Tannin, the sergeant-at-arms of the Demons On Wheels MC. And when he’s struck by how much he wants this woman, he brings her into his club despite the fact she could be a heap of trouble for him and his brothers.

We are introduced to Gorgon, Vassago, Legs, and the others family members as they all try to help Rai out from her troubles with mob boss Vito from a surprising source. She also has lots of very steamy, dirty, sex with Tannin and she learns how he got his name. (He does enjoy “Tannin’” her bottom red. It’s another remarkable series for Ravenna!

5 Shooting Stars

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Sheltering Reagan (Mountain Masters 3) by Avery Gale

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Reagan Walsh walked away from everything she knew to start over in Montana after her life was torn apart. Her scars from the brutal attack go beyond skin deep, leaving behind a profound feeling of betrayal by those who should have protected her. But when the sexy doctor she’s secretly crushing on asks her to dinner, she hopes things may finally be falling into place.
Dr. Rafe Newell, a renowned plastic surgeon, has learned through experience that beauty is only skin deep. However, Reagan piques his interest the moment he first sees her. When she takes a position at the Mountain Mastery Club, it’s just the push he needs to explore whether his sexual dominance can bring out her submission.
Can Reagan trust Rafe to heal her insecurities and move her beyond past betrayals? Will Rafe and his friends be able to keep Reagan safe when trouble from her old life finds her again? And should she trust him to shelter her from the storm brewing around her?

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This book is intended for Mature Audiences. If you don’t enjoy steamy sex scenes, this isn’t the book for you. (MFM)

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Sheltering Sophie is the third book in Avery Gale’s Mountain Mastery series and introduces us to hot dom Dr Rafe Newell and down on her luck subbie Reagan Walsh. Our oh so steamy Native American doms and club owners Taz and Nate Leduc are back as well as the Morgan brothers and of course all of their lovely, and bratty, ladies. We also have the Senator Karl, Tally, and a new third for them, Koi, who is Kodi’s brother.

Reagan works part time at the small regional air carrier that Rafe comes through on his trips back and forth as a pilot. He is also a plastic surgeon of renown and as she comes to find out, a master at Mountain Masters, the BDSM club she waitresses part time at.

Rafe wants her as well, and Reagan ends up going to dinner with him one night after work. When he sees the conditions she’s living in, he makes her pack a bag. Rafe wants to introduce her to BDSM, but between a past attack, a present champagne incident, and his job, it becomes difficult for him to connect with his “Peach” She does get Phoenix Morgan as a quasi-roommate however. She also has to deal with an old nemesis, and a spa day the likes of which I have never laughed so hard at…ever.

 

The ending sets us up for what I believe may be Karl, Tally and Koi’s book with a big surprise. As usual though, it was a wonderful book with lots of characters from previous series making their appearances.

5 Fun and Kinktastic Stars

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Wicked Wish (Wicked Horse Vegas) by Sawyer Bennett

 

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart.

Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger.

Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.

Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.

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Welcome back to the Wicked Horse Las Vegas, where all sorts of dirty, kinky, sex happens. You gotta love this series from Sawyer Bennett, an offshoot from the original Wicked Horse series, (Which I still have yet to review, of course.) But the series has moved to the 24/7 neon playground that is Vegas, where anything and everything can happen.

Our focus this time out is the taboo best friend’s little sister story, done to it’s dirtiest extremes.  Walsh Brooks is a millionaire many times over and a hotel and casino owner. He also enjoys the benefits of a membership at the Wicked Horse, and up until Jericho found love, he used to share women with him, now, it’s whoever gets him off. Walsh doesn’t do relationships.

Jorie Pearce has taken a hit to her self esteem when her husband kicks her out for being bad in bed. She moves back to Vegas with her best friend Elena. Elena helps Jorie prove to herself that she’s desirable by taking her to Wicked Horse on masquerade night. Jorie finds herself in one of the glass front rooms with a tall, sexy stranger wearing a hood. There’s a sex machine in the room with him and he takes out a tube of lipstick, writing on the glass…

“He walks up to the glass window and starts writing words in reverse fashion so we can read them from our side of the glass. Slowly, he spells out his message. Anyone brave enough to come in here with me?”

Jorie ends up taking him up on the invitation, and after a wild ride on both the machine and him, they both discover they know each other. She’s his best friend’s little sister whom he’s known since she’s been born. Needless to say, Walsh is horrified. The next day, Jorie goes to his hotel to see him. Walsh tries to ignore her.

“I watch as Bentley listens, but I can’t gauge what’s being said as his face remains blank. Finally, he says, “Very good, sir.” I take this to mean I’ll be getting an escort to the penthouse suite, but Bentley replaces the receiver and says, “I’m sorry, Miss Pearce. But Mr. Walsh told me to tell you he’s busy and can’t receive you right now.” My eyes narrow at Bentley. “I don’t believe you. Call back and let me talk to him.” “I assure you, I just talked to him and that’s what he said.” “Call him back,” I order as I point to the phone. “I can’t,” he says almost with a wail. “If I do, he’ll fire me.” Okay, that hits home. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, so I say, “Fine. Give me just a moment.” I take a few steps away from the concierge desk and pull my iPhone out. I shoot off a quick text to Micah. What’s Walsh’s phone number? I wait a few moments, but I know Micah is awake in San Francisco at this hour. His phone is always on, and he never ignores a text from me. He responds with the number before I can even start to tap my foot with impatience, adding on, Why? I hate the lie, but I write back,Came to Vegas for the day. Thought I’d see if he could meet up for lunch. Haven’t seen him in years. Cool, he writes back. Tell him I said, “what’s up, douche?” I roll my eyes as I text back, Real mature. Love ya. Later. After I save the number to my contacts, I open a new text to Walsh. Let me up to see you or I’m going straight back to The Wicked Horse to satisfy some further curiosities I have. I hit send and then walk back to the concierge desk. I merely lean one elbow on it and watch Bentley with a silent smile. The phone rings about ten seconds after that. Bentley’s eyes fly to mine as he listens, and then says, “Yes, sir. Right away.” When he replaces the receiver, he says, “I’m to show you to the penthouse elevator.” “Thank you, Bentley,” I say brightly”

And so we begin in a friends to lovers story that has a heat factor that totally blows off the heat charts. This was one steamy story. Walsh is determined in the beginning to keep his distance from Jorie because not only is she his best friend Micah’s sister, but he’s basically changed her diapers and babysat her. He’s also her savior, having helped her in a bad situation when she was 16 and exacting revenge for it.

I love these two together and I thought that Ms Bennett knocked it out of the park as usual. I was a bit concerned at one point when Jorie seemed to flip between Walsh and her husband (they’re separated). But she did an awesome job in how she had Jorie handle the situation!

5 Fabulous Freaky Stars!

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Squaring my shoulders, I march into The Royale and head straight for the concierge desk. I haven’t been in this casino before. Hell, I haven’t been in hardly any of them. Sure, I’d only grown up about forty-five minutes away, but gambling and all-you-can-eat buffets held no interest to me.

From Micah bragging about his best friend over the years, I knew Walsh orchestrated the purchase of the land, then pulled together financing with two other partners to build this casino. It’s one of the most popular on the strip, boasting five-star dining, old-world elegance, and superior customer service. Again, all this from Micah, but honestly… I’m so proud of Walsh, too. We may have lost touch over the years, but I’ll never forget all the ways in which he acted as a big brother to me.

Ick.

Okay… that’s gross. Thinking of Walsh like a brother.

I scrub my mind clean of that thought and demand myself never to do that again.

Rather, I’ll never forget all the ways in which Walsh provided me friendship and support in my formative years.

Yes… much better.

“Can I help you?” a man behind the concierge desk asks with a genuine and friendly smile. Not snooty as I would expect in a fancy hotel, and I guess that goes to the superior customer service The Royale strives for.

“Yes… hi,” I say as I nervously tuck my hair behind my ears on both sides. “I need to see Mr. Brooks. How do I go about getting access to his apartment?”

Micah told me some time ago that Walsh lives here.

The concierge never loses his friendly smile, but a single eyebrow arches high at my temerity.

“Oh, gosh,” I stammer. “That came out stalkerish. Mr. Brooks… I mean, Walsh… and I are longtime friends. He used to babysit me.”

“Your name?” the man asks as he pulls up something on his computer.

“Jorie Pearce.”

After a moment of scanning, he looks up at me. “Your name isn’t on the approved list.”

“Well, he’s not exactly expecting me.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Pearce,” he says with true regret in his voice. “But our policy is strict. No one gets up to the private penthouse without their name on the list.”

I lean on the desk with one elbow and lower my voice. “Just out of curiosity… are there any women on that list?”

The eyebrow shoots up again.

“No, wait,” I say hastily as I hold my palms toward him in a silent plea to not process my last request either mentally or on the computer. “That’s totally stalkerish, and I didn’t mean that.”

“Miss Pearce,” the concierge says, now with a hint of annoyance. “Perhaps you’d like to leave a message? I can get it up to Mr. Brooks today and he can call you.”

“No, I need to see him now,” I tell him firmly. “And I swear it’s not to cook a rabbit in a pot on his stove. Can you please just call up to his apartment?”

“That’s not our policy—”

“Look,” I snap as I lean across the desk slightly. “I’m a lifelong friend of Walsh’s. My brother is his best friend. We lost touch for a few years, but we ran into each other last night. I really need to talk to him about something that happened last night, and I’m not leaving this hotel until you call up to his apartment.”

The eyebrow doesn’t arch but it does draw inward to meet its match on the other side as he considers what I just said.

“I swear to you,” and here I pause to look at his name tag, “Bentley. Please just call him. He won’t be mad.”

With a sigh, he relents and picks up the phone receiver, punching in a five-digit number. After a pause, he says, “Mr. Brooks… I’m very sorry to disturb you, sir, but there’s a Miss Jorie Pearce here to see you. She says she’s a longtime friend.”

I watch as Bentley listens, but I can’t gauge what’s being said as his face remains blank. Finally, he says, “Very good, sir.”

I take this to mean I’ll be getting an escort to the penthouse suite, but Bentley replaces the receiver and says, “I’m sorry, Miss Pearce. But Mr. Walsh told me to tell you he’s busy and can’t receive you right now.”

My eyes narrow at Bentley. “I don’t believe you. Call back and let me talk to him.”

“I assure you, I just talked to him and that’s what he said.”

“Call him back,” I order as I point to the phone.

“I can’t,” he says almost with a wail. “If I do, he’ll fire me.”

Okay, that hits home. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, so I say, “Fine. Give me just a moment.”

I take a few steps away from the concierge desk and pull my iPhone out. I shoot off a quick text to Micah. What’s Walsh’s phone number?

I wait a few moments, but I know Micah is awake in San Francisco at this hour. His phone is always on, and he never ignores a text from me.

He responds with the number before I can even start to tap my foot with impatience, adding on, Why?

I hate the lie, but I write back, Came to Vegas for the day. Thought I’d see if he could meet up for lunch. Haven’t seen him in years.

Cool, he writes back. Tell him I said, “what’s up, douche?”

I roll my eyes as I text back, Real mature. Love ya. Later.

After I save the number to my contacts, I open a new text to Walsh. Let me up to see you or I’m going straight back to The Wicked Horse to satisfy some further curiosities I have.

I hit send and then walk back to the concierge desk. I merely lean one elbow on it and watch Bentley with a silent smile. The phone rings about ten seconds after that.

Bentley’s eyes fly to mine as he listens, and then says, “Yes, sir. Right away.”

When he replaces the receiver, he says, “I’m to show you to the penthouse elevator.”

“Thank you, Bentley,” I say brightly.

 

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Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.

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Marked by the Dragon (The Dragons of Skye 1) by Doris O’Connor

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Fainting is a perfectly appropriate response to being confronted by a huge dragon—right?

While humans have been marked for and by the dragons for centuries, they do not know dragons exist. So, tattoo artist and dragon shifter Duncan Strannach faces a unique problem when he scents his very human mate.

Kerry Jo Watson cannot understand the insane attraction she feels to this muscle-bound, broody, and clearly dominant man. She came here to get a tattoo checked, not lust over the artist—or get a job as his receptionist. She’s determined to not get involved with the boss.

Duncan needs Kerry’s submission of her own free will, and it kills him to keep his distance. The “I turn into a fire-breathing dragon” revelation tends to wreak havoc on a relationship, not to mention the décor. In the end, it’s all rather simple. They’re dragon mates, and when Kerry accepts the dominance of her Sir, magic happens.

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Sometimes, an author comes along that just puts a big smile on your face from the time you start a book until the time you finish it. I’m blessed to say I have a handful of authors that do that to me, but Doris O’Connor? Yeah, just a big huge smile. I seriously love her writing, and I totally become lost in whatever she happens to write. I always think to myself, “This has to be the best one she’s ever written.” Then, along comes Marked By The Dragon.

Think of it this way, BDSM plus dragons equals some unique fire play scenes. As far as shifters go, dragons can be a tough one to be. They are just so big! But Doris did this dragon tale up right! Duncan is a major hottie, and he’s Scottish. So yummy! I just fell in love with this book and I’m positively giddy that it’s the first in a series.

Duncan is a tattoo artist whose receptionist is about to head out on maternity leave. In walks Kerry Jo Watson, in need of a job, and a place to stay. Little does she know that Duncan is a dragon shifter and she’s his mate. But Kerry is a human and Duncan has to tread carefully if he wants Kerry for his mate, and his sub. All it takes is one small thing for her to learn the truth.

This was one whopper of a shifter story and the sex scenes were just full of steamy (in sooo many ways!), mind-blowing stuff that only Doris could pull off. (Duncan’s tongue? Fan me now!) Can I give more than 5 Stars for this? Just amazeballs!!!

5 Fantabulous Stars!

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“You’ll do no such thing. They don’t need to know yet.”

“The fuck they don’t.” Mark’s fire joined his, his more turquoise than amber as their combined dragon fury clashed at Duncan’s feet. Kerry clung on tighter.

“Please, make it stop. Please!”

His mate’s impassioned plea got through to his dragon. Taking a deep breath in, Duncan closed his eyes and recalled his energy into the tight control he normally exerted over that side of himself. When he opened his eyes, it was to see his mate watching him. Of Mark, there was no sight. No doubt the fucker was on the phone to the elders even now. Then again, what did he expect? Mark’s father was one of them, and Mark was duty and blood-bound to report to him. The truth was Duncan should have reported to the elders the minute he realized Kerry was his mate, especially as she was human. They would check her genealogy and its compatibility to his, and also confirm her being marked or not. Not that Duncan had ever given a shit about the rules, but following them meant his lassie was protected by them all.

Renewed flames licked across the floor, and Kerry gasped when one licked up his leg and touched her foot.

Before he could pull it back, she reached out and ran her fingertips through the edge of the blue flame. Inside his head, his dragon roared his approval at her actions, while outwardly Duncan didn’t dare move a muscle. This, right here, was too important. One false move on his part and he’d scare her off for sure.

“Why doesn’t it burn?” She turned slightly to look at him, eyes wide and questioning, but it was the sheer awe and wonder he sensed from her that made him breathe a sigh of relief.

“It’s just a manifestation of my dragon. It’s not meant to burn, not unless I intend it to.”

“Oh, that’s…” Her words trailed off, and seemingly emboldened by his reassurance, she hesitantly put her hand on the flame for an instant. So brief was the contact that had he blinked, he’d have missed it, but she repeated it over and over, each time leaving her hand in a fraction longer. Slowly the tension seeped from her body and she relaxed into him, which made his dragon far easier to control. His fire retreated as his animal half relaxed with her until there was no outer trace of his dragon left. It came to rest back on his biceps as a tattoo, snout facing toward Kerry in a good imitation of a goofy grin. Her eyes widened when she noticed, and then she shook her head.

“I thought I’d imagined him moving before, but your tat is so much more than just a tattoo, isn’t it?”

She at long last looked up at him, and Duncan exhaled sharply at the quiet understanding in her blue eyes.

“Aye, it is.”

She nodded and traced the edges of his dragon with a fingernail.

“What’s going through that head of yours, wee one?” This treading-softly approach was killing him, but he didn’t want to spook her, and he couldn’t read her emotions right now. It was almost as though she shielded herself—a common enough occurrence between mates—but she was human and they hadn’t mated yet, so…

Damn it, maybe the elders have a point in their rules.

“He’s beautiful.” His dragon positively strutted at that praise, and, sure enough, that goofy grin on his arm got wider as the dragon inched closer to her and winked. Kerry laughed. A rather nervous laugh, for sure, but she didn’t look as though she was going to faint or run away screaming, so that had to be a good sign.

“He’s a pain in the ass around you. Believe me, I don’t make a habit of shifting inside. Wreaks havoc on the décor, as Mark pointed out.”

Her brows drew together at the mention of the other man.

“What did he mean he’d have to tell the elders? He made that sound so serious. Are you in some kind of trouble? Should you not have shifted in front of me, is that it?” She paused and wriggled on his lap as though to get comfortable. Predictably, his cock took that as an invitation to signal his interest, and she went very still when she noticed. A faint blush stained her cheeks, and Duncan couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to taste her. Giving her ample time to pull away, he slowly closed the distance between them until his lips were hovering mere millimeters over hers.

“I’ll only be in trouble if you don’t agree,” he murmured.

“Agree to what?” Her husky reply made him even harder, as did the sweet scent of her arousal, which perfumed the air between them.

“To become my mate.” He didn’t wait for her reply, the urge to finally taste her properly a too-urgent beat in his bloodstream. Kerry’s lips, so soft and sweet under his, opened to his gentle pressure. Her sweet moan as he thrust his tongue inside, to fuck her mouth in a rough and urgent imitation of the other part of her he wanted to possess, meant that all finesse went out the window. All that mattered was the need to taste her, to possess her mouth, to drink in her submission, her whimpers of need, as she fisted her hands in his shirt and kissed him back.

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His heat warmed her back seconds before he slid a silk blindfold over her eyes.

He chuckled at her surprised gasp while he tightened the thing behind her head with nimble fingers, then slipped his hands down to her shoulders.

“Give me a color, my sweet.”

“Green, Sir.” Her breath caught when he slid his hands lower along her arms until he could grasp her wrists. Warm leather replaced his hands, tightened, and then there was a tug when he clipped her restraints together. Kerry couldn’t help her gasp or her involuntary pull against the restraints, but they held firm.

“Don’t struggle. You’ll only hurt yourself.” His voice held that delicious edge of command that only served to make her wetter, as she anticipated his next move. He ran his fingers under each cuff, and seemingly satisfied, he murmured his approval.

“Color?”

“Green, Sir.”

A hand on her shoulder, the lightest of touches to reassure her, and he moved again. Robbed of her vision, she felt her other senses kick in. The fine hair on her arms rose in response to the slight air displacement as he moved. She whipped her head around to the renewed clink of metal and jumped as something cool touched her nipples.

“Up you come, lass.”

She struggled to her feet, and Duncan pushed her backward until her ass rested on the cool leather of the spanking bench. She gasped in surprise when he closed his hot mouth around one of her nipples and sucked hard, while he pinched the other one between his thumb and forefinger. Pain morphed into pleasure when he switched his attention between the nubs. Every suck, pull, and bite sent stabs of arousal to her clit, making that bundle of nerves quiver while her nipples grew ever harder and Kerry whimpered her need. Sir took her right to that delicious edge, but before she could tumble over into the abyss of her building orgasm, he withdrew. The clink gave her a second’s warning before white-hot pain attacked her nipples. Kerry screamed and tried to pull away, but it was useless. With the bench at her back and her hands restrained, she had no means to stop him, to get away, as the pressure on her nipples increased until she was sure they were going to explode with the pain.

“No, please, it hurts…”

“Shh, I know, wee one. It will pass. Breathe and take this for your Sir. That’s a good girl, breathe…in…out…slowly with me…there you go.”

His deep voice in her ear as he held her, breathed with her, lessened the agony until only a dull ache remained. She jumped when he licked her jaw, then continued to kiss his way down her front to each breast. They grew heavier under his touch, the ache in her nipples giving way to the slow thud of arousal, which beat in tune with the heavy pulse between her legs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful with your tits clamped like this, my sweet wee lass. So very brave to take this for me.”

The approval in his voice made her feel ten feet tall. Oh, the deep, smoky, gravelly cadence of it could talk her into anything. She would take any amount of pain to hear the reverence in his voice. Lower he went, leaving a hot, wet trail of his saliva behind as he kissed and nibbled her skin, licked it as though she were the sweetest lollipop.

“All mine to do with as I please. I fucking love your body, wee one.”

There was no room for doubt in his statement, so Kerry simply gave herself up to the sensation of him working his way to her pussy. His breath grew more heated the closer he came to where she wanted him to touch her, a sure sign of his dragon half taking over. The rough texture of his beard scraped across her skin while he dug his fingers into her ample thighs to open her wider. The lick of his tongue across her clit took her breath away, and then he started to suck that little bundle in earnest.

Kerry jerked against her wrist cuffs, desperate to run her fingers through his long hair and clasp him to her so that she could grind her needy pussy all over his face, but his grip on her never lessened. He was in charge here, and she melted at his dominance.

“Please, Sir, I need to come…please.”

A sharp swat to the inside of her thigh was her answer, and he withdrew.

Kerry shook her head, desperate to have his talented mouth back on her clit, but something cold touched her instead, and then a vice attached to her clit.

“Fuuuuuck.”

Duncan chuckled into her belly and then turned her around.

“Not yet, but we will soon enough. How does that clamp feel on your clit, sweetheart? Tell me.”

Kerry gasped for air, her ability to speak superseded by the throbbing pulse between her legs. With her clit clamped, she could feel every heartbeat pushing blood into that area. She must have managed to produce some sort of sound because Duncan laughed and then helped her up onto the spanking bench.

“That’s my lass. Up you get now.” The leather felt cool against her overheated skin, and she groaned when her breasts fell either side of the contraption he was strapping her to. The bench had an odd shape to it, and she now realized why. With her head and torso supported, the sides fell away, giving Sir full access to her nipples. Leather straps secured her to the extensions she kneeled on before he adjusted them outward until every part of her was completely open to him. Another thick strap wrapped around her back, further immobilizing her until she couldn’t move at all.

Robbed of her vision and held in place, she could only submit to his will.

His large hand trailed up and down her back, and he murmured his approval as he grasped hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed just the right side of pain.

“So beautiful.”

The sharp open-handed swat right across her ass took her breath away. It was followed by several more in quick succession, hitting a different spot on her behind every time, until the whole area felt hot.

She moaned her denial when he stopped, and she jerked as cool liquid dribbled between her cheeks.

“Relax, it’s just lube. Ever taken a man back here, wee one?”

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In His Hands by Raven McAllan

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In Monsoon season, in Hong Kong, anything can happen… even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, “Yes, Sir.”

Unbeknown to Caness, Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim her as his sub.

Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favor or not?
Only time—and a scene—will tell.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

Be Warned: BDSM, restraints, sex toys, spanking, wax play

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In His Hands by Raven McAllan is a true treat! First, I’m a huge fan of Raven’s, I love her books, I love trying to decipher some of those truly UK words, and I just love her! She’s the only author who will ever get me to read Regency romance. Ever!  She has a way with words that actually makes it enjoyable for me.

In His Hands is a BDSM romance set during a monsoon in Hong Kong. One of the enjoyable parts of this book is in knowing that the author has actually been to Hong Kong, so she has her research down. There are two characters in the book, Caness (love the name!) Clacher and Patrick Lim. Caness has a twin brother Anthony who is mentioned in the book, but he is off script.

Caness is on the last day of working full time with the company she is with before going freelance. She is headed home in the middle of a severe black rainstorm which is a harbinger of a monsoon. She stops in front of a shop window and sees silver cuffs and a collar. She know exactly what they are for and they get her excited, then, she hears a voice tell her that they would look good on her, and nothing else. Especially with her on her knees before him.

Caness turns to the stranger and before long finds out that he’s not really a stranger. He’s a friend of her twin brother Anthony’s and she actually knows him. Patrick Lim. He invites her into the shop and volunteers to take her home. She has a choice, does he take her home? Or, does he take her to his home to wait out the monsoon where she will become his sub and learn what it means to submit?

This was an absolute joy to read and I loved both Patrick and Caness. The scenes they did together were incredibly hot (like top of the scoville chart hot!) and I hated to see the words, The End. Luckily, Raven will write more books, but this was definitely a favorite!

5 Dom-Tastic Stars

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If something is bothering you, put your hand up in the air, or if that’s not possible say, ‘Please, Sir’.”

Patrick waited with bated breath to see what her response would be. In all honesty he wanted to shackle her, fuck her five ways to Friday, and then turn her over and do it all again, but that time in her ass.

Slowly, Lim, let her get used to it all.

“Nod if you agree, pet.”

His cock almost split his trousers when she grinned and nodded.

“Then, I think we’ll take it nice and slowly and try a little wax play. A little decoration on your breasts and tummy to start off with.”

Her eyes widened and he could see the heat that flared in them. Patrick chuckled. “But I do think you’d feel a lot comfier naked now. First though, I need to get out of this suit and put on something more fitting for a scene.” She nodded vigorously and he laughed. “And less likely to get spoiled when my pre-cum decides to get in on the act and make its presence known.”

Caness took a deep breath. The action swelled her breasts, which, with the chain swinging from them, was such a fucking turn on. Patrick had a hard job not to unzip his trousers, take his cock out, and fist himself hard and fast. Only immense control born of years of experience stopped him. He would wait. The pain in his dick would help him to concentrate on Caness, which was as it should be.

Her skin had the soft sheen of arousal coating it. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes had the haze of desire clouding them.

As she let her breath out in a long silent whoosh, Patrick gave in to temptation and stroked her collarbone, and placed his curved hand over her breasts. “These are mine, pet. And this.” He cupped her mound over the pelmet of her skirt. That would come off in a second, he hoped. “This is mine.” He ran his other hand over the globes of her ass and teased her dark hole over her skirt, letting the silky material caress the opening. “As is this. In fact, your body is mine unless you say otherwise. Oh, and in case you were wondering. Your climax? Very definitely mine. So I’ll have to ask you once more: are you happy to give yourself to me, body and soul, whilst we scene?”

Her eyes widened, and he flicked each nipple in turn. “This is one of those occasions where I’ve asked you a question, which you need to answer, pet. So color?”

She blinked. “Oh, er yes. Um, green.”

Patrick shook his head in mock annoyance. “Um green is a new one on me. Anywhere near green as in ‘good to go’ green?”

“Definitely, Sir. All green.”

He nodded and walked across to the patio doors and opened the curtains. He checked the long rope handholds were where he wanted them and grinned to himself. Torturing a subbie this way was so much fun.

It was totally dark outside, with no lights showing. “Then get out of those clothes and stand facing the outside, just in front of the window. You see these handholds?”

She nodded somewhat warily.

“Grab them. I’ll change the tension when I get back. There are markers on the window surround for your feet. I’d like you using them all for when I come back. Naked of course. When we play, unless I say otherwise, you’ll be naked.”

He watched as she processed what he’d asked her to do. Caness swallowed and put her hand in the air. He’d thought she’d do that. He let the silence stretch until she wriggled her toes into the carpet.

“Yes, pet?”

She cleared her throat. “Stand naked in front of the window? Where anyone could see?”

“It’s black rain and we’ve no electricity,” Patrick pointed out. “Anyone who is stupid enough to be outside in this will be too concerned with their own safety and welfare to get their rocks off looking up at you spread-eagled in the window, as arousing and luscious as the view will be.”

She bit her lip, realized what she was doing, and stopped suddenly. “But it might come back on.”

“So it might,” he agreed. “Does that mean you’re safe-wording out?”

This time the silence lasted longer.

“Caness?”

There was not a chance he was going to tell her it was one way glass and although she could see out, no one could see in.

That would spoil this delicious subbie-torture.

Besides, she either trusted him or she didn’t.

“You have until I come back down to decide.”

 

Skirt Chaser (Filthy Dirty Love) by Stacey Kennedy

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Title: Skirt Chaser

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Skirt Chaser:

Love gets filthy in this new erotic romance by USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Kennedy.

Greyson Crawford works hard by day and plays even harder at night. And he understands and obeys the rules of the game. One, don’t mix business and pleasure. Two, employees are off-limits. So, he’s been eagerly counting down the days until interior designer, Evie Richards is no longer under contract with his Seattle architecture firm. But when that day comes, he realizes there are more obstacles in his way. The biggest…Evie herself.

Until Evie gets asked to be the maid-of-honor in her best friend’s destination wedding, and Evie needs a date. The circumstances are perfect for Greyson to set his plan of seduction into motion. He will happily play the boyfriend for the weeklong wedding event, if Evie will surrender to his every command and play in his bed.

For Evie, it’s all fun and games until Greyson’s first touch; then she begins to question what’s real. She knows better than to fall for a guy like Greyson—a skirt chasing ladies’ man—but with every slow caress and kinky adventure, she realizes that Greyson knows what he wants, and it isn’t just her body surrendering to him…it’s her heart.

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Skirt Chaser is the second novel in Stacey Kennedy’s Filthy Dirty Love series. As usual, I missed the first book, I’m not even sure why, because Ms. Kennedy is one of those auto buy authors for me. This book is about Greyson Richards who is best friends with the hero in book one of the series, Maddox. Greyson is an architect. He’s a pretty happy man right now because he’s at the end of a 30 day work contract with his interior designer, Evie Crawford. He wants Evie. Bad.

Grey finds Evie in the bathroom clearly upset over a wedding invitation. Evie is the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding. To Her ex-boyfriend. Grey decides this is the perfect opportunity, so he makes a deal with her, since it’s a destination wedding, he’ll go with her as her boyfriend to make it look good, and what does he get?

“My rules, your surrender, until we’re back in Seattle.”

Evie agrees because Evie has wanted him. But after a weekend of kinky, no holds barred sex, can they both keep their emotions out of it?  This was a seriously excellent book with some of the hottest sex scenes ever! Not surprising coming from Ms Kennedy, as she does this genre like nobody else! A definite keeper and a reread for the future!

5 Kinkalicious Stars!

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Intent and careful to take his time not to scare any other employees in the restroom, Grey entered the simple and modern bathroom with the five stalls. Only one door was closed, and there was no one at the sink, so he moved toward the vanity and leaned against it. Hands shoved into his pockets, he stared at the closed door, giving Evie the time she needed. That’s when he heard her soft cries, and with those pained noises, something inside of him tensed.

It was a sensation strong enough to make him question what it was about this woman that drew him in so intently. She’d gotten a grip on his mind and body so tightly that he pondered her situation, and his, and what he could do about both. He’d become so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize she’d opened the door until she was leaving the stall and striding out.

Head down, she hadn’t noticed him yet, so he called out to her, “Evie.”

Her head snapped up, a scream ripping from her throat, hands pressing against her chest. “Holy shit!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” His amusement washed away when he took a good look at her face. There was so much pain there. He didn’t like it.

The shock from her face slowly faded. “Why are you in here?” she asked.

“To return your phone to you.” He moved to her, watching her following his every step. The heat in her eyes was instant, and that’d always been the problem. She wanted him. Christ, did she want him, he could tell. But she was smart and clever, never one to cross the professional line either. She was also a good girl, who likely needed love before sex. Maybe that was the real reason she didn’t ever cross the line. Maybe it was less about the job and more about protecting her heart from a guy that screamed danger. He could understand why.

Though he never was a man who took the easy road, and he sure as shit liked a challenge. He stared into her gorgeous eyes, and a plan formed. One that got him what he wanted, and yet would benefit her, too. He’d never been a sly or shady guy, but he was a good businessman. And that meant using a situation to his advantage.

“So, that’s it. You got out the good cry you needed to,” he said to her, and he liked the way her lips parted when he leaned in toward her; it showed him just how much she yearned for his kiss. “Your ex is marrying your best friend,” he added. “He’s an asshole. She’s a bitch. This is happening, but it’s how you deal with it that truly matters.”

“He’s not an asshole,” she said softly, shaking her head. “And she’s not a bitch. I’ve helped plan their wedding for the last year, and I’m happy for them. I think…maybe it hadn’t sunk in or something.” She drew in a deep breath, releasing it out her nose and added with a soft smile, “But I’m better now. I’m sorry I fell apart out there.”

“One, I disagree with you,” he retorted sternly. “I’m not convinced these aren’t terrible people. And two, do not apologize that their selfishness hurt you. In fact, I’d say it’s time to get revenge.”

The side of her mouth arched slightly. He noted her long exhale, and he knew that had nothing to do with emotions. That it was this push and pull thing going on between them. Call it chemistry, intensity, whatever, it was as addictive as it was captivating. “How exactly do I do that?” She grabbed a paper towel, got it a bit wet with cold water, and then began wiping off her makeup, adding, “Murder them?” She gave him her sexy smile that pooled heat in his groin.

Grey chuckled, leaning his hip against the counter. “Perhaps that’s a bit extreme. Murder means jail time, and you going away is definitely not what I want.”

She slowly glanced at him then, cheeks flushing pink, and the dilation of her pupils was obvious. That look had snagged him the very first day after his COO hired her to design the lobby of the interior of their latest multi-million-dollar high-rise.

Now, the look intensified, hardening his cock, centering his mind on all the wicked things he’d like to do to her. He stepped toward her, as she spun around, leaning against the counter, wide eyes on him. There was something about her, maybe her innocence, maybe this unexplainable connection that had only grown since he worked alongside her, but it captured him in an unbreakable spell.

In the seconds that passed, the desire practically wafted off her, scented so sweet his cock went hard just that easily. As it always did, the space between them felt charged with electricity, but he’d never gotten this close to her before. He never let her feel the extent of how he wanted her. Now, he held nothing back.

“I have a better idea than jail time,” he told her, giving her enough distance that if she wanted to move and leave the bathroom, she could. When she stayed put, he added, “Show these bastards up. Take me with you, and make them both ragingly jealous.”

Her eyes searched his, then she broke out in loud laughter. “Yeah, right. Hilarious.”

She might have said one thing, but the only thing he noticed was that she wasn’t moving, eyes locked on him. “I’m not kidding,” he said, erasing the distance between them, placing both hands on either side of her, trapping her between him and the counter.

“You’re not kidding,” she said, more of a statement than a question.

Grey glanced from her bottom lip she nibbled to her flushed cheeks to her smoldering eyes… Christ, what he’d do to this woman. It would be indecent. “I would never joke about something that so clearly upsets you,” he told her seriously. “I can only imagine you want to one-up them. I know I would. Use me to do it.”

“She’s my best friend,” she said softly. “I don’t need to one-up her.”

He let his gaze roam over her pretty face before looking into her smoldering eyes again. “Tell me it’s never crossed your mind what it would feel like to walk in there not like a sad third wheel but like a woman who owns the world.”

“And how would that ever happen?’

“You’ll have me on your arm.”

Her mouth twisted. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

“Angel, I am never the third wheel of anything,” he told her, dead serious. “I’m the engine, the accelerator, and the whole damn car.”

She swallowed deeply and studied him, hard. “All right,” she eventually said, “say I’m game and actually agree to this crazy plan, what do you get out of it?”

“I get you.” He brought his mouth close enough to tease her. She wanted his kiss, angling her head backward, parting her lips. He dragged his nose across hers, and added, “I get to have you in all the ways you know I want you. Beneath me, over me, against a wall, on your knees, screaming my name, whatever I want. Completely under my control.” And to ensure there were no misunderstandings, he sternly added, “My game. My rules. Your surrender, until we’re back in Seattle.”

In a breathy voice, she asked, “Tell me why any sane woman would do this?”

He grinned at her—a sly smile that worked its charm on many women but seemed to have an even greater effect on her. He watched the way the heat rippled through her, and her breath grew rough and raspy, and fuck, did he want to make her moan.

“First, and most importantly,” he answered, staying on point, “you will do this because we both know you’ve been looking for a good reason to say yes to a little guilt-free, no-strings-attached with me. So, here it is. I’m giving you the perfect scenario for us to make that happen. The rules are clear. There can be no misunderstandings.”

She hadn’t blinked. “And second?”

“Secondly,” he said, moving his nose to her neck, inhaling her scent of sugar and spice while he slid back up her smooth skin to her ear, feeling her shuddering under his touch. “I’m that guy that every woman, including your bitch of a best friend, will want.” He lifted his head, staring into her lust-filled eyes. “I’m the perfect guy to show your shithead ex-boyfriend you’ve moved up in the world.”

She finally blinked. “When exactly would this arrangement start?”

“Tonight. My house. Eight o’clock. Bring your suitcase.” He paused, considered his next steps. “Send your flight and resort details to my email so I can get that squared away.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

He took her chin, tilting her eyes to lock onto his. “The proper reply is: ‘Yes, Grey, I agree to your terms.’”

Silence fell.

A slowly seductive, delicious darkness slid over her eyes with her grin. “Yes, Grey, I agree to your terms.”

 

 

About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy has written more than 30 romances, including titles in her wildly hot Club Sin, Dirty Little Secrets, and Filthy Dirty Love series. Her books are about real people with real-life problems, searching for that special thing we call love…in a very sexy way. When she’s not burning up the pages and setting e-readers ablaze, she’s living her happily ever after with her husband and two young children in southwestern Ontario. She’s a firm believer that wine, chocolate, and sinfully sexy books can cure all of life’s problems. To keep in touch with Stacey, get updates right to your inbox at staceykennedy.com/newsletter/.

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