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?

DOMS…SASSY SUBS…AND LAUGH OUT LOUD FUNNY!
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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Shelter For Sophie (Badge of Honor Series Book 8) by Susan Stoker

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Shelter for Sophie

Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 8

Release Date August 15, 2017

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She’s shy, he’s stoic…not the hardest personality traits to overcome, but Sophie Carson and Roman “Chief” Proudfit have their work cut out for them.

Sophie has a crush on the silent-but-studly firefighter next door. She’s been pining away silently while secretly helping the hardworking man by mowing his lawn—which he thinks is being done by her nonexistent husband and/or boyfriend. He’s definitely not big on neighborly chitchat, but with her stutter, that suits Sophie just fine. But now a misunderstanding at a bar has put him even further out of her reach.

Roman’s difficult upbringing on an Indian reservation is a sore spot, so when he thinks Sophie is taking advantage of poor people for medical trials at her workplace, he lets her know exactly what he thinks. But when he discovers he misunderstood, he’s man enough to admit it…and also that he should have opened his eyes to his beautiful, sensitive neighbor sooner.

As the couple gets closer, each helping the other overcome lifelong pains, for the first time in years, Roman has something to live for other than his job. And, as he discovers when Sophie puts herself in danger, something even bigger to lose…

** Shelter for Sophie is the 8th book in the Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

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Susan Stoker is one of my absolute favorite authors. Her heroes have everyday jobs and are sexy alphas who protect and love heroines who find themselves in precarious situations. And one of the things that I love most is that her heroines aren’t perfect. They aren’t size 4 women who have wonderful lives. They have real problems, like seizure disorders, and they stutter, just like our heroine in this novel, Sophie.

I can empathize with these ladies because I live with chronic health issues myself, and I’m certainly not perfect. I have my own alpha hero as well. Sophie is the next-door neighbor to Chief, who works at Station 7 with Penelope, Moose, Squirrel and the others we’ve met. She’s had a crush on her Navajo neighbor for the past year, but he thinks she has a boyfriend and he even gave her 20 dollars one day after she mowed his lawn to thank her boyfriend.

Sophie is hanging out at the Sloppy Cow one night after work with her friends from the burn lab and they are discussing her crush on Chief, she has no clue that he’s listening in the high-backed booth behind her. When Chief mistakenly overhears how Sophie recruits patients for her studies, he becomes angry and confronts her, soon finding out he’s made a huge error.  Chief slowly gets to know Sophie through her friends and co-workers, even the one doctor who is a real jerk.

There are a couple of heart-stopping incidents in this story, and we get to know a bit of the Navaho culture through Chief’s telling Sophie, and Sophie is just and amazing woman who shows compassion to everyone no matter the circumstance. Just an amazing book from Ms Stoker.

5 Hot 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.

 

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

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.”

 

See You Sometime (Suncoast Society #56) by Tymber Dalton

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Divorced from her Master husband of fifteen years, Skye moves back to Sarasota to live with her parents and rebuild her life. New job, new kinky friends, and she reconnects with her D&D buddies from high school. Including her old boyfriend, Axel.

Axel’s been divorced for a couple of years and realizes he’s pretty much given up on dating. He also knows most of his D&D friends are kinky, and they assume he’s a straight-laced guy. When Skye returns to his life, he doesn’t dare hope there might be a possibility they can make things work now that they’re all grown up. Or can they?

Sometimes, the second chance is the sweetest…and the one best able to destroy you. Axel soon realizes if he can’t figure out how to give Skye what she needs, there are plenty of guys who will. But if he has to say good-bye to her a second time, he’s not sure his heart will recover.

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Cue the happy dancing! Maybe even those flying cartoon birds! (Only if they are dressed in fetwear.) Tymber Dalton is back with a new Suncoast Society book that gives me the warm fuzzies. I love this series, have since I first picked it up at Kaden’s book. *sniffle* It’s perhaps my uber favorite BDSM series written. Tymber knows what she’s talking about, and her characters are the kind of people you can imagine being your friends or neighbors. (oh, how I wish they were mine!) I’ll admit, I’m not a big fan of the MM or MMM books, but that’s more of a personal reading preference than any lifestyle preference. I’m all about love who you want to love as long as no one gets hurt. (non-consensually that is.)

See You Sometime brings us a bit of a new dynamic into this, and it’s what Tymber is great at! Skye Bauer is moving back to Sarasota after leaving a complete jerk of a husband. Her two timing ex-wannabe dom made her life miserable and now she’s back home for a new start. She’s staying with her parents, that include a father who has no filter and loves to embarass her with his colorful sense of humor. When she reconnects on social media, she finds out that her old Dungeons and Dragons buddies are still around. Once she decides to attend a munch, she’s invited to their weekly game, where old high school flame Axel is. Her and Axel hit it off and soon Axel realizes he wants to try and be her Sir, but Skye is a heavy masochist. Enter Landry, Cris, and Bob. (Let’s not forget Tilly!) When Axel sees just how heavy Skye needs her pain, he loses it. Will they manage to work it out? You’ll have to grab a copy and find out what happens.

Getting to see Tilly in action at her finest was a big highlight, as well as seeing a whole new type of relationship outside of the club. I have to admit though, the Dungeons and Dragons stuff may have been written in Swahili for all I understood it. Thanks to Google and Wikipedia, I got a little bit of knowledge.

5 Kinktastic Stars

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Bad Deeds (Dirty Money) Lisa Renee Jones

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Bad Deeds: A Dirty Money Novel by Lisa Renee Jones

Release Date: August 8th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Would you bleed for the one you love?

To save his family empire from the grip of the drug cartel, Shane is pushed to the edge of darkness, forced to make choices he might never make. His father is dying. His brother is desperate to rule the empire and this means war and all gloves are off. His brother only thought he knew what dirty meant. Shane is about to give it new meaning. There is another war brewing though, and that one, is inside him, his battle between right and wrong, light and dark, and in the heat of the night, it is Emily he turns to for escape. Driving her to new limits, pushing her to accept a part of him that even he cannot.

In every one of Shane’s seductive demands, Emily can taste and feel, his torment, his struggle to save his family and not lose himself. But he is losing himself, and that is a problem just as dangerous as her secret, that still lurk in the shadows, a threat to the Brandon Family waiting to erupt. No matter where she and Shane have traveled, or will travel in the future, she can’t just sit back and watch him become everything he hates, everything he never wanted to become, everything she tried to save him from when she tried to run. It could be their undoing, the end. His end.

This is war, blood will spill, and someone in the heart of the Brandon family will not survive….

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Bad Deeds is the third installment in the Dirty Money series by Lisa Renee Jones, a big favorite of mine. Though cliffhangers, as most of you all know, are a rather dirty word as far as I’m concerned. I really do hate them for the most part, especially when I have to wait for what it seems like forever to find out what happens next. Bad deeds does, unfortunately, end in a whopper of a cliffie. Book four, End Game, will be out in January. (Can I scream now?)

If you haven’t read Hard Rules or Damage Control, the first two books of the series, you should just stop and go back and read those first. If you simply can’t, (say a mafia boss is holding a gun to your head) then Ms. Jones does a great job of giving you a catch-up at the beginning of the book along with a cast of players with their bios and what part they play. That said, this book picks up right where Damage Control left off. Shane is still working to get the family business from dealing with Adrian Martina and the Cartel. Emily…still has her secrets.

There’s so much going on in this book, and in typical LRJ style, she drops enough bombs it leaves you wanting more! I’m certainly not going to divulge anything here, it’s best to read for yourself. Now, I wait impatiently for End Game.

4 Fabulous Stars

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“What is in your head right now?”

His eyes heat, darken. “You. Always.” He inches back and looks at me. “You’re mine. Mine to protect.” His voice is low, fierce, and he grips my panties and yanks them away. “Mine to fuck.”

I gasp and grab his shoulders. “Shane.”

His answer is to wrap his arm around my waist, pull me close, his cheek against mine, his fingers pressing into the V of my body. “Wet, just the way I like you,” he says, pressing two fingers inside me. “Wet for me. And too fucking perfect for my sanity sometimes.”

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment,” I pant out, grabbing the lapel to his suit as a sweet ache begins to build in my sex as his thumb strokes my clit.

“And no one else,” he murmurs, nipping my earlobe, “will ever touch you like this.” His fingers caress deeper inside me. “No one,” he adds, “will ever make you say their name like I want you to say mine right now. Say it.”

“Shane,” I whisper, and not because he wants me to, but rather because it’s there on my lips, the way I wish his tongue was on my lips now. “Shane, I—”

Seeming to know what I need, he cups my head and kisses me, long, slow, sensual strokes of his tongue that somehow make every touch of his fingers more intense.

“Come for me,” he murmurs, and this time when he kisses me, I start climbing that wall to release, and I’m there at the top in an instant. I stiffen while his fingers and tongue tease, please, and then I jerk, I’m over it, tumbling in an instant into shudders and shakes. Shane’s lips lift from mine as he breathes with me. His fingers slow as he eases me through the waves until I collapse against his chest.

He tangles his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth back to his. “And no one but me will ever make you come like that again,” he declares, the waves of his emotions beating down any embarrassment I might feel over having had an orgasm on his father’s desk.

“No one has ever made me feel what you make me feel, Shane.”

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Force (Force Duet Book 1) by M. Malone and Nana Malone

Title: Force
Series: The Force Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2017
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I am the shadow that haunts the night. I am a hunter, a
protector…a force for good…I am Jonas Castillo.
For years I’ve existed on the edge of the dark, protecting
innocents who can’t protect themselves. Until… her. Jessica JJ Jones. The bane
of my existence. A bright light in the dark.
The crack in my armor. A loud, argumentative beautiful crack in my armor.
But first, there’s a more immediate concern. JJ is running
scared. And to protect her I might have to break the vow I made years ago.
Book 1 of The Force
Duet. Book 2, Enforce, will release on 8/29/17
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First, let me say that I am quickly becoming addicted to the writing duo of M. Malone and Nana Malone, though I have to point out, the cliffhangers positively kill me! If you’ve read the Shameless series about Noah and Lucia, then you’ll recognize JJ (Jennifer Jones) and Jonas Castillo, not to mention the rest of motley crew in the book. While it’s not necessary to have read the Shameless series before reading Force, it will probably help you get a much better understanding of the characters and the back story.

Jonas works for Noah at his security company, JJ is best friends with Noah’s wife, Lucia. Jonas and JJ live to needle each other, and JJ is a loud, proud and fiesty woman who balks at the fact she has protection. (this is where it helps to have read Shameless) Since Lucia’s past problems, they keep an eye on JJ as well. JJ wakes one night to smoke in her apartment, and while she tries to see past it, she thinks she sees someone in her apartment. Luckily, she is rescued by Jonas. JJ doesn’t admit it to anyone, but she’s dealt with a past full of abuse. While she ends up at the company penthouse, she still has incidents crop up that she can’t explain. Jonas tries to get her to fess up as to what is going on with her, but JJ wants to keep that part of her life buried, until she can’t anymore.

The relationship with her and Jonas is electric and fun to watch, and when we finally get to the point where JJ lets Jonas in on what has been going on, typical Malone havoc and cliffhanger sets in! Really frustrating, but left me clamoring for more! I am really excited to see where this story goes, and I also hope these ladies write about the other guys in the group…Oskar, Matthias…especially Matthias. You’ll be hanging on to the edge of your seat!

5 Force-Full Stars!

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The
elevator doors slid open and Jonas stepped into the entryway. It was dark and
quiet, the only sound coming from the direction of Matthias’s room. That kid
never slept no matter what time of day it was, but he also didn’t ask
questions. So he was off the hook.
Then he
stepped into the living room and was confronted with a tight, toned ass in
skintight leggings.
All the
parts of him that had been asleep fired to life. Jonas sucked in a deep breath
as JJ shifted her position at the window, the globes of her ass bouncing
slightly with the movement.  His dick
tried to follow her. It should have been a welcome diversion. Hell, at least he
wasn’t depressed and feeling the sting of failure anymore. But this was JJ. The
woman lived to torment him. So as spectacular as that ass was, it was the last
thing he wanted to see in the middle of the night coming off a tough case.
“Why are
you still awake?”
It came out
harsher than he’d intended, but there was no need to apologize. JJ didn’t
offend easily, probably because she thrived on insults and could throw out
verbal daggers with the best of them. As he’d expected, she merely turned her
head slightly to acknowledge his presence before turning back to the night sky,
dismissing him.
“Why can’t
you mind your own business?” she asked in a deceptively sweet voice.
Never mind
that just a few moments ago, Jonas had wanted nothing more than to climb into
bed without having to engage anyone. Now he stepped farther into the room,
instinctively drawn to her. There was just something about Jessica Jones that
he could not resist. It was sick in a way, but he got off on fighting with her.
That smart mouth and those killer curves were the perfect combination to make
his dick hard while simultaneously pissing him off.
It was a
heady combination.
“What would
be the fun in that?” Jonas asked, speaking truthfully.
She turned
from whatever it was that was holding her attention outside and eyed him with a
sneer. “I would ask if you had a hot date but that’s doubtful. Jackasses really
aren’t in this season.”
Now that
hurt. “Women love me.”
She sniffed
and slid him a sidelong glance. “Frankly, I don’t see the appeal. But then
again there are people who like candy corn and peeps. There’s really no
accounting for taste…or lack thereof.”
“Hey! Candy
corn is awesome.” Jonas might have to rethink his taste in women if she was
dogging on candy corn. How could you not enjoy something that was pure
high-octane sugar?  “You’re probably just
too bitter to enjoy it.”
Her eyes
flashed and for a moment there was something behind the look that made him
regret his choice of words. “Too bad for you, you’ll never have a taste.” Her
words carried a hint of hurt with them and he wanted to bite off his tongue.
They
snarked at each other and played fast and loose with their words, but he would
never actually want to hurt her. It bothered him that he even could. In his mind,
JJ was as invincible as her comic book character namesake, and finding a chink
in her armor was both disturbing and endearing.
“I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean anything by that.”
“Whatever.
You’re probably right. I’ll leave the sweetness to you. I just happen to like
my men a little bit…stronger with a hint of a bite. Same way I like my
whiskey.”
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M. Malone
NYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in
the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a
master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be
scandalized by how she’s using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million
ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since
starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella
“Teasing Trent,” her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA
Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She’s now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in
her pajamas.
Nana Malone
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone’s love of all
things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel
she “borrowed” from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a
precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since.
With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was
only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin,
Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit
as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.