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Empty Handed Heart (Suncoast Society 66) by Tymber Dalton

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Aden aged out of Florida’s foster care system. He built a life, bought a house…and fell in love with Niall, a blue-eyed Irish Dom who owned his heart. When Niall got a job in California, he took Aden’s heart with him.

Niall regretted his move, but thought Aden would follow. Five years later, Niall’s back and wants to reclaim what’s his—Aden. He doesn’t expect to run into Aden while teaching erotic hypnosis at a fetish convention. He wasn’t expecting Aden to have gorgeous Etsu on his arm. He damn sure wasn’t expecting to save Etsu’s life in a malfunctioning elevator.

Etsu grew up smothered by a crazy-overprotective family and her asthma. With Aden, she can finally be herself. She can’t help fantasizing about Niall and Aden together, or how sexy it’d be writhing in pleasure between them. The question is can they make this work, or will her family succeed yet again in driving away her chance at happiness?

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Wow, I can’t believe that this series is all the way up to number 66. As some of you may know, I don’t read the M/M books, (It’s just not my kink) but, I’ll read MMF books as long as the female has an equal stake. Tymber has always been fair to everyone in her books and let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to live in the Suncoast world? (Riiight?)

This one features switch Aden, who is a physical therapist with a great job and a PhD. He has a girlfriend Etsu, who he tops. But she has anxiety and severe asthma, nevermind probably the WORST helicopter family in history. But Aden is missing his old master and boyfriend, Niall.

Imagine his surprise when he runs into him at a kink convention, and he saves Etsu’s life while they are trapped in an elevator. But the Irish Dom is back for a reason, and that reason is Aden.

I’ll admit, I was a tad bit upset with both Aden and Niall for the “Elevator” and what happened after. I was even ranting to my own Sir. Not. Happy. But Tymber made it all work out in the end, as she usually does. Thus explaining why I’m still gushing over how much I love this series and Tymber as a writer after 66 of these books. Simply amazing.

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STORY EXCERPT 

 

The first class was a snoozer on knife play. Well, Aden thought it was a snoozer, but Etsu, who’d seated them in the front row, seemed enraptured and asked his permission to volunteer. Since Aden knew the guy and had seen him teach before, he let her.

It was fun to watch her really getting into everything, wide-eyed at all the fetish outfits models in the vendor room had been wearing. While she was used to attending Venture and munches with him, this was her first “larger world” experience with kink.

She was absolutely fricking adorable.

He remembered when he used to feel that way about it, how he and Niall had explored—

No.

He wouldn’t let himself think about him today. And he damn sure had to remember to not call him Niall around her. He’d passed the word when he’d first started dating her to not talk about Niall around her, or if they did, to refer to him as Ren, what had been his FetLife name. After what Joel and Fen had been through, maintaining others’ privacy had definitely made sense.

He never wanted to be the reason something came back to haunt Niall professionally, or worse.

As soon as that class ended, Etsu practically dragged him to the next one, just a room over. He didn’t even have time to read the schedule posted on the door to see what the class was about.

She snagged them front-row seats for this one, too. “I’m so excited!” she whispered to him as people filtered in.

He took the convention program from her to read through it. They always had a large vendor floor at this convention. It was a mix of content producers and lifestyle people. For a moment, Niall’s voice filtered through his mind, joking about the “backpack boys” they consistently saw year after year, fans who followed the fetish models with their cameras, their backpacks of camera equipment ever-present.

The room quickly filled. He’d just found the schedule pages toward the back when he heard the room’s door swing shut and the low murmurs in the room immediately died down.

Then he thought his heart would explode.

“Right!” The man clapped his hands once, and Aden knew he was rubbing them together as he walked. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” The voice had spoken from the back of the room, but Aden didn’t have to turn his head to be aware of the man walking down the center aisle between the two sections of chairs as he headed to the front of the room.

Aden saw his boots first, but they were scuffed and dull, no luster to the black leather at all. As his gaze lifted, his cock inflated when he looked into those blue eyes for the first time in five years.

“Welcome, everyone,” Niall said. “Dr. Niall Renard, or DocHypnoDraner, as you might have seen me on FetLife. Not the kind of doctor who prescribes meds, I’m afraid. Although I do tinker with minds professionally.” The audience, including Etsu, laughed.

Aden could barely breathe.

Fuck. Me.

Niall’s last name backward.

I’m a fucking moron.

He’d skimmed the classes online before signing them up for the weekend, wanting to make sure he didn’t run into Niall here.

For this very reason.

Aden could tell his presence in the room was having just as unsettling an effect on Niall as it was on him. Spotted his nervous tells, a couple of stumbled words, and as far as Aden could tell Niall didn’t have anyone with him to act as his volunteer.

Or…with him.

As Niall ran through his introduction to erotic hypnosis, what it was, what it could do, Aden sensed him finally settling into a rhythm. There was very little different from when he’d helped him teach the class, and he’d tucked a few more funny one-liners here and there that the audience loved.

Audiences always loved him. His blue eyes and that Irish brogue, he was fucking charming.

Asshole.

Why can’t I fucking stop loving you?

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Niall had a moment of panic when he’d turned to face the audience and spotted Aden sitting there. Not normal panic, but legit he thought he might pass out panic.

From the way the cute redhead next to Aden sat with her hand resting on his thigh, and no rings on any fingers—and no collar around her neck—he tried to summon hope even as he desperately tried not to forget anything.

When he forced himself to look elsewhere in the audience, he couldn’t help but be aware that Aden never took his eyes off him. At one point, he would have labelled Aden’s expression as shock, although he knew he’d long ago lost the right to assume he knew him at all.

He’d planned to call on a woman seated toward the back, a part-time fetish model he’d worked with at several previous conventions in California. He hadn’t prearranged it with her, but she’d always told him if she was in his class she’d be happy to volunteer.

As he drew close to the actual demonstration portion of the class, an idea so utterly horrible and perfect at the same time that it nearly made him laugh hit him.

He walked over to stand in front of the eager-looking woman seated next to Aden. “Now, for this next part, I need a volunteer. I promise, no stripping, no clucking like a chicken, no handing over your banking passwords, or anything like that.”

Her hand shot up immediately as she smiled, then belatedly looked to Aden.

He glanced her way before fixing those sweet and sultry brown eyes on Niall and nodded.

But Aden’s expression darkened slightly in a silent warning.

Don’t hurt her.

If she was with Aden, there was a better than good chance he had put her into trance before.

He hoped.

Otherwise, this could backfire on him badly, but he’d use it as an example of how some people couldn’t be put into trance and then call on the acquaintance to complete the demo.

Or perhaps even…Aden.

Niall held a hand out to her. “Your name, my dear?”

“Etsu.” She took his hand and stood to follow him forward to the chair at the front of the room.

She was ridiculously easy to induce—leading him to believe Aden had been keeping up at least some of his skills.

To be this close to the woman close to Aden, to have Aden unable to not see him as he worked with her…

Maybe I’m a masochist after all.

At least, an emotional one.

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Etsu didn’t have time to think, much less protest.

Not that she wanted to protest.

Niall’s voice from the previous stint stuck in the elevator came back to her, his whispered promises in her ear.

“If I ever get a chance with ye, girl, I’d love to show ye a few things I taught yer Sir. Ye’d like that, wouldn’t ye?”

Fuck, between his blue eyes and that sexy-as-sin voice, she was a goner.

“I bet ye’d love to be squirming between us like a good girl, wouldn’t ye?”

Damn right, she would.

“I bet ye’re wet and eager right now, wishing to see us together…”

Hell, yeah, she was.

“I’d love to help my boy fuck yer sweet brains out…”

Receiving confirmation that Niall was Aden’s lost love only upped the ante.

“Ye’ve no idea how much I’ve missed him, and now it seems he’s sweetened the pot with yer lovely self…”

Maybe I can make a fantasy of mine come true.

They hadn’t parted enemies. Even Aden had admitted to her he still loved the man.

Niall kissed even sexier than he sounded. His hands skimmed down her back and lifted her skirt as Aden stepped in behind her.

That was definitely a hard cock in Niall’s jeans.

The world melted away as Niall kissed her and she felt Aden unzip behind her. Someone took her purse and the useless inhaler from her and she didn’t look to see who, because frankly, she didn’t care. Aden pushed her forward against Niall, who’d slid her skirt up around her waist and was holding her firmly in place with his hands on her hips.

Niall once again broke their kiss. “More, girl?”

“Yes, Sir, please!”

He sank to his knees in front of her, her hands braced on his shoulders. Then he shoved her thighs apart and no way could she have held back that moan when his lips latched on to her clit.

Wait…what am I doing?

Then Aden’s cock found its target. He thrust into her wet cunt, pushing her hard against Niall’s mouth. Niall let out a low growl that vibrated against her pussy and definitelysounded like he was enjoying himself.

She damn sure was.

“Hold it back, baby,” Aden ordered. “Don’t you dare come without permission, or I’ll let him spank you. He makes my meanest mode look like a teddy bear.”

Niall growled into her pussy again, his hands dropping lower, clamped around her thighs, apparently liking the threat of being able to spank her.

God help her, she wanted that, too.

Mean or not.

Aden cupped a hand around the front of her throat and pulled her body against his chest, her head tipped back onto his shoulder. “Maybe I should let him fuck you, too, hmm? Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth. Do you want Niall to fuck you?”

Another growl from down below, that one definitely an affirmative.

“Yes, Sir. Please,” she softly begged.

“Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll let you.”

“Sir, please let Niall fuck me.”

He paused with his cock all the way inside her pussy. “Loren apologized to me about breakfast this morning. She thought you knew Niall was Ren. She knew how much I tried to protect his privacy.”

She stared up at him, not sure how she was supposed to react to that. Technically, it was Niall who’d told her yesterday, in the elevator, even if she’d chosen to take his suggestion to blank it out and let him get rid of her anxiety and fear over the darkened elevator so she could breathe.

Breathing had trumped sexytime, under the circumstances. “Yes, Sir.”

Niall’s tongue circled her clit before swiping up it, then back down and licking where Aden’s cock fucked her pussy. Up again. Deliciously hot and naughty.

“You know what happened between us in the elevator yesterday, don’t you? You can remember?”

She swallowed, the sexy sounds seared into her brain, Aden’s voice now bypassing the suggestions Niall had given to her to ignore it, to forget it, to only remember it if it made her hot and want to see it in person. Want to see more of it.

Want to be in the middle of it.

Wishing she’d been in the middle of it that time, too.

Yeah, she remembered it.

Got wet over it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did Niall tell you who he was yesterday in the elevator? When he was putting you into a trance?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And he asked if what we did was okay, didn’t he?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His thumb stroked her cheek. “I’m not proud of this, but the reason it took me so long to make it back downstairs last night when I went to get my phone was because we hooked up. I never stopped loving him, baby. If you want to hate me, I underst—”

“Please shut up and fuck me so I can come, Sir.” She smiled. “Or are you going to make me wait to come until after Niall fucks me?”

She wasn’t sure how Aden would take that, until he crushed her lips under his in a vicious kiss that stole her breath in good ways and made her moan. Then he shoved her forward again, and she had to brace herself against the elevator wall to stay upright as he fucked her.

He didn’t just fuck her.

He fucked her. Possessive and deep and taking what he wanted, the way she loved it when he did it.

Niall sat back, making her moan with disappointment and still wanting his hot mouth sucking on her clit. But his fingers replaced his lips and he fisted her hair with his other hand, using it to hold her in place to bend her over and kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips as he eagerly devoured her mouth.

Using his handhold in her hair, Niall pulled her off his mouth. “On yer knees, girl,” he hoarsely rasped, sitting back. His hand disappeared from her clit. He unfastened his belt and jeans as Aden knelt, forcing her down with him, and now she knew exactly what Niall had in mind.

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Surrendering Her Heart by Erika Reed

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After feeling unloved and rejected by anyone she’d ever loved in life, Grace Adams took matters into her own hands and decided she needed a new life. It was by luck alone she landed a job in a town she happened to just be passing through on the path to her new future. It was a mere coincidence when she came across a ‘waitress wanted’ sign in one of the restaurants she stopped to eat at. It never occurred to her that she would get the job on the spot from the two sexy and extremely attractive owners of the restaurant and bar, Hunter Owens and Brody Michaels.

Hunter and Brody were best friends who had always dreamed of one day running their very own successful business together. After discovering Grace’s living conditions, they offered her room and board; in exchange she would help maintain their house. The more time they spent with Grace the more they could no longer deny the attraction they had for her. But would they scare her off once she found out what they expected of her as their woman? Few had tried to tame the two irresistible men, Hunter and Brody, but they had never formed a deep connection with anyone before Grace.

Will Grace finally allow the two men to break down the wall she put up after her bad breakup, and realize that Hunter and Brody only want to care for her, or will her past catch up with her and ruin everything?

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Erika has rereleased yet another book in Surrendering Her Heart that was a great rewrite! I fell in love with these characters early on in the story, and while some of the events happen fast, hey! It’s a romance story, and romances are meant to grab at your heart and tug on tight.
Grace has gotten herself out of a bad relationship and has decided to start over. She ends up in the parking lot of B and H bar, pondering whether to take the waitressing job. Owners Brody And Hunter are both interested in Grace, but hire her on as a waitress. When they find out what her living conditions are like, they offer her a live-in house keeping job as well.
Attraction becomes seduction and the three of them end up in the hot tub. (Phew, ice anyone?) But what happens when Grace’s ex comes around?
Grab yourself a copy of Erika’s book and immerse yourself in this totally hot menage that you won’t be able to put down.

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Author Bio

 

Erika Reed lives in Southern California with her loving husband and two beautiful daughters. She is thankful for her family and friends who have been there, supporting her from the beginning of her writing career.

 

When she is not writing or running her busy household, she enjoys sitting down with her Kindle, reading one of her favorite authors. She loves writing and will continue to surprise her readers with more erotic stories in the future. Erika loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at erikareedauthor49@gmail.com

 

You can find a list of my books at:

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Erika Reed is a Southern California native who is happily married and has two beautiful teenage daughters. She quit her job last year to become a full time writer, and since then she has loved every minute of it. When she’s not working on one of her steamy ménages, she’s busy running her active household.

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Happy Spanksgiving (Suncoast #62)

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When Max, Sean, and Cali throw a Suncoast Society party, it’s usually a doozy. Unfortunately old, painful memories are uninvited guests when they get unexpected news about someone from their past.

While others are celebrating, the triad is examining their emotions. Not even Baxter high on catnip, a repentant T-Rex, or a pregnant and hormonally psychotic bestie’s snark can completely lift their mood over what’s happened.

But when a karmic opportunity presents itself to do the right thing, can their hearts and peace of mind handle being kind, or will they take their friends’ sound advice to walk away?

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It’s time for another holiday party! Tony has of course sent out the invitations, (Oh, how I wish one of those showed up in MY e-mail! *longingly sighing*) and once again, Max, Sean and Cali are hosting the kinky soiree.

Cali is working on another of her headers for the web site, trying to come up with an idea. Then, she gets a call from Loren that brings back a blast from the past that isn’t so welcome.

Max and Sean both have to deal with the emotions that are brought up from what their ex, Lydia had done to them. While she had hurt and humiliated them, she did bring them together and Cali would have never been in their lives if not for her. Cali also has to deal not only with her guys emotions, but with the drama Lydia brought into her life. With the party looming, the Suncoast gang does what they do best, they turn what is a troubling situation into a family support. The party is a success, and a T-rex makes an appearance that is the highlight of the party.

Cali, Max and Sean also appear in books 12, (Crafty Bastards, their original story) 21, 47, and 50. (Kinko De Mayo, Happy Spank Patrick’s Day and This Moody Bastard.) As usual, Tymber makes you feel as though you are part of this group of kinky friends, and unlike most other books, the reader feels as though they are right there in the thick of things. Tymber has been one of my favorite authors because she’s so down to earth and 62 books later, you just don’t want the ride to end!

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Max and Sean had already left for work, and Eddie was sitting on the kitchen floor, playing with a couple of wooden spoons and three overturned metal pots, while Cali stood there and went through her e-mail on her tablet. She’d already fed the toddler, who’d likely be ready for a nap soon.

She definitely didn’t mind playing Aunt Cali, but yeah, she felt herself itching to be immersed in her usual routine. Motherhood did not suit her.

Just another affirmation that their decision to not have kids had been right.

Cali much preferred this, a temporary situation that had a set timeframe. Eddie was fun and all, but handing him back was a relief at the end.

As if reading her mind, her phone rang, Essie calling.

Cali answered. “Hey, momma. How’d it go?”

She laughed. “Well, if I wasn’t pregnant already, I probably would be now, after last night. Let’s just say the guys are enthusiastic about being fathers again. How’s my little bean?”

“That noise you hear in the background is him auditioning to be Mevi’s new drummer.”

“Thank you for yesterday. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, what are besties for if not to convince you you’re acting psycho and need your men?”

“True story. Mark is going to drive me back later today. The house they’re working on for the show is really bad. Lots of mold going on from an old roof leak. They don’t even want me in the hotel with them, because they’re afraid they might bring in contamination on their clothes.”

“And they’re back to treating you like fragile china since you’re preggers.” Which was exactly what Essie’s men had done the last time, to an infuriatingly adorable level that had driven Essie nuts.

“Exactly.”

“No worries. We’ll be here when you get back. Are we going to spread the word about this yet?”

“Not yet. I want to go to the doctor and let a couple of months go by first. After…” She sighed. “After Mal.”

“Yeah, I get it. No worries.”

“I already called my doctor and made an appointment for next week while all three of them sat there staring at me.”

“Good for them.” Her phone beeped, and she saw it was Loren calling. “Hey, I need to run. Loren’s calling me.”

“Okay. Thanks again. We love you guys.”

“Love you, too.” Cali switched to Loren’s call. “Hey, lady. Wassup?”

“Do you have a minute to talk?” Her voice sounded grim, serious.

“What’s wrong?” She stepped out of the kitchen and into the dining room area, where she could still see Eddie sitting on the floor and playing but he hopefully couldn’t hear as well. When he was over, she reflexively checked the locks on the sliders, keeping the upper bolt pins in place as a precaution, to make sure he couldn’t get out onto their lanai and into the pool. She’d already checked them three times that morning.

“You alone?”

“Well, sort of. I’m babysitting Eddie.”

“Oh. Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Ross received a disturbing call a few minutes ago that you need to know about.”

A chill settled through her. “What?”

“Lydia was murdered last night.”

Cali was glad one of the dining room chairs sat right behind her for her to sink into. “What?”

“I don’t know all the details. Apparently, she was trying to run a pro-Domme gig off Craigslist, and it looks like a client killed her. She was renting a room from a woman down in Osprey, and when she came home this morning from working an overnight shift, she found Lydia dead. They estimate her time of death around midnight, plus or minus an hour or so. This is a rapidly developing situation, as they say.”

Shit!”

“Yeah.”

Cali had hated the bitch, both for the scam she’d tried to pull on Cali and how Lydia had treated Sean and Max when she was with them, and she’d reveled when she’d found out Lydia was working a gig at a fast food restaurant…but she hadn’t wanted her dead.

Not…seriously. Just in a revenge fantasy way that no one expects to happen.

Although…

“That’s disturbing, but why do I get the feeling there’s more to this than meets the eye?”

“Because Max and Sean will likely be questioned by the police. Apparently Lydia had a bunch of information about her exes, and Sean and Max’s info was there, too. I would expect police to contact them by the end of the day today, at the very latest. Likely sooner. And you, too, since you’re their wife. This was a courtesy call from a friend in common who personally knows the history between Lydia and the guys and who is 99.9% certain the guys had zero to do with it. That’s why I’m calling you and Ross isn’t, if you catch my drift.”

Cali caught it, all right. Trying not to let anxiety get the better of her, she forced herself to stay calm. “Did they arrest the guy yet?”

“No. They’re still trying to figure out who he is. But our friend in common wanted the guys to be prepared for contact with law enforcement. It’s standard operating procedure in a case like this. And if they feel they want an attorney when they talk to the cops—which is totally within their rights—to call Ross immediately and he or Ed will go.”

Cali felt…numb. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“You might want to call them sooner rather than later about this.”

That meant as soon as they hung up. “Okay. Do we know how she was murdered?”

“The…friend in common wouldn’t say specifically, because it is an ongoing investigation, but they indicated it was blunt force trauma.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Maybe tell your guys to stay out of the workshop for a couple of days so their knuckles aren’t all busted up, too.”

This felt…surreal. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I’ll let you call them and tell them. I’d do it pretty quick. Talk to you later.”

“Thanks.”

Cali needed a moment. She felt…ill. Shaky. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Nothing like this had struck so close to home.

She wasn’t sure what the guys’ meeting schedule was like for today, so she texted Max.

 

Need to talk. Now. Urgent.

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Her Best Friend’s Husband by Doris O’Connor

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Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him…

Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.

Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought.

Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.

Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.

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My Best Friend’s Husband is an inter-racial, M/M/F short story by super storyteller Doris O’Connor. I’m always on tenterhooks waiting for Doris to come out with a new story, and every time, it’s worth the wait!

Wedding planner Naomi is stuck in the wedding from hell, her best friend’s wedding. The problem? She’s in love with him, and thanks to his crazy uncle, he’s marrying another man. Both Josh and Dawson are in love with each other, but when they get back from their honeymoon, Dominant Dawson and Naomi’s best friend and fellow sub Josh begin their campaign to let Naomi know that they intend to bring her into their family, making them a triad.

This may be a short story, but it’s packed full of steamy hot romance and sex that can’t be missed. It’s another rousing success for Doris O’Connor!

5stars

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“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”

 

Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.

 

“Nothing to say to that, little one?”

 

That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands.

 

His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.

 

“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”

 

Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi’s knee. She jumped but didn’t stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin.  The contrast of Dawson’s much lighter hand on Naomi’s thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving.

 

“Please, I … don’t.” She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master’s hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi’s arousal … fuck, that was hot.

 

Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh.

 

“Here, have a taste.”

 

His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants.

 

“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”

 

“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”

 

Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand.

 

“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.

 

“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said.

 

Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.

 

“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”

 

“Spare me, Josh.” Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn’t have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson’s hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master’s shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh’s shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn’t say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.

 

An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi’s soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson’s sighs.

 

Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down.

 

“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”

 

Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn’t immediately shrug him off as a good sign. “I’m sorry I sprung this on you, but I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’m not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I’m a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us.”

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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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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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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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Worth Waiting For by Erika Reed

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Jenna Moore wanted to give herself to the only two men she ever loved on her eighteenth birthday, except Nick and Tyler had other plans for that night. They never intended their feelings for each other to get in the way of their longtime friendship, so they all agreed that it was best for her to go off to college, postponing their plans until she returned. They never suspected the twist and turn of events that would challenge their relationship. But after four years, she has returned to the only home she has ever known for her father’s funeral. She is forced to come clean as to why she waited so long to see them.
Nick and Tyler finally have back the only woman they have ever loved. Now that Jenna has returned, they don’t intend on ever letting her go again. They are older and more mature and she is the one woman they allowed to slip through their fingers. Nick and Tyler will do anything in the power to prove to her that after all these years, Jenna was worth waiting for.
But will they still want Jenna after she tells them the secret she’s been keeping from them all these years?

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This was another awesome read from Erika Reed, and I just loved how Nick and Tyler fought for Jenna.

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Kiss Me Crazy (Bridgewater County 6) by Vanessa Vale

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Avery believes in flirting and flings, not relationships. But when she returns to Bridgewater for her sister’s Christmas-time wedding, two hot cowboys try to change her mind about the one “f” word she avoids: fiancés.

Warning: Panty melting! Kiss Me Crazy is the sixth book in the wildly dirty series where one cowboy is never enough. This standalone HEA is all about her – no M/M.

Not quite a reverse harem, but one cowboy is never enough.

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This is the sixth book in Vanessa Vale’s small town Bridgewater County series, where the women are lucky enough to get their alpha cowboys in sets of two! (And, there’s no sharing the boys with each other, the attention is all on her!) I happen to like it when menages don’t have the men together, I may be one of the few.

Our heroine, Avery, is a travel writer who is coming back to Bridgewater County for her sister’s wedding. She plans on taking right back off, thanks in part to her parents, who do nothing but bicker and make her life miserable. But on the way home, stuck at the airport, she encounters Bridgewater’s very own vets, Dash and Jackson. She decides spending the night holed up with them would be a nice way to pass the time. The guys are thinking of something a bit more permanent. So when she sneaks off the next morning, they decide they’ll teach her what it means to be theirs. But will a woman who shuns relationships and the very town she was brought up in want to put down roots with two Bridgewater guys? They certainly have help trying!

This was a fun read, though I did find the guys to be a bit sex crazed. Let’s face it, they start right off in bed and that’s where we find them wanting her most of the time. Even Jackson’s mom seemed to be encouraging them. (Handcuffs, really?) And on a personal note, I probably would have just wanted Dash, I’m not a fan of beards. But that’s me, and I still think this is a great series, especially if you love your spanking!

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Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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Theirs To Take (A Blasphemy Novel) by Laura Kaye

 

 

Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…

 

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

12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 Kinktastic Stars

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Hard to Serve #.5

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Mastering Her Senses #2

Eyes on You #3

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

On His Knees #5 – Coming Winter 2018

 

 

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About Laura Kaye:

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

 

 

 

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Posted in Alpha Heroes, Contemporary Erotica, Domination, L Woods, Menage, New Release, Romance, Series

Make Me Yours by Vanessa Vale

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Make Me Yours by Vanessa Vale is NOW AVAILABLE!
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Lacey has fame and fortune. That’s everything she’s ever wanted. Right?

When she becomes tabloid fodder, she’s had enough. Escaping to a guest ranch in Bridgewater is the perfect place to hide. But when two hot cowboys make her theirs, is it for fifteen minutes of fame or because they want forever?

Warning: Panty melting! Make Me Yours is a wildly dirty romance with a movie star heroine who wants to hide herself from the world and two obsessed alpha cowboys who’ve found her. Claimed her. Made her theirs. This HEA is all about her – no m/m.

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Vanessa Vale has a new release in her Bridgewater County series, Make Me Yours. A totally hot menage series. Lacey “Lee” Leesworth is a TV actress who is not only burnt out from the Hollywood machine, but is tired of dealing with her fake relationship.
She heads to Hawk’s Landing where she runs into cowboys Micah and Colt. They overhear a conversation she’s having with her sister and she ends up stranded in a cabin with them when a freak storm blows through. But when a paparazzi event causes problems, it may end them all.
This was another great book from Vanessa Vale and I look forward to see what comes next!

4 Stars

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About the Author:
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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