Black Light Valentine Roulette Anthology

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Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.

Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.

Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?


Included in the box set:

Tamed – Livia Grant (USA Today)
Wet – Jennifer Bene (Bestselling)
Unraveled – Addison Cain (Bestselling)
Stripped – Sophie Kisker (Bestselling)
Unmasked – Lee Savino (USA Today)
Broken – Renee Rose (USA Today)
Unbroken – Maren Smith USA Today)
Bared – Measha Stone (Bestselling)

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First off, I need to warn you all, Black Light, Valentine Roulette is not your average light and fluffy BDSM. There are some extreme fetishes being played out here like watersports, medical play, humiliation, and breath play. And that’s just to name a few, so if you have triggers, this may not be for you.

That being said, I’ll admit that quite a few scenes made me positively squeamish, but I absolutely loved every single story in this book. I actually went out and bought a bunch of new books from these authors, then realized I had some books in my TBR pile as well. These ladies did such an amazing job by seamlessly putting all of their stories together by making them all seem as if they were separate scenes, but interconnected the same night, in the same place, with some of the same key people. And it takes talent to do that.

The quick rundown? Black Light, a very exclusive and private BDSM club located under a dance club called Runway, is having a special theme night. The owners, a triad with Dom Jaxson, switch and emcee for the night, Chase, and their submissive Emma, are having 15 doms and 15 submissives. The dom spins to see who he gets for 3 hours. The sub he gets spins for their activity, she’s allowed to have 4 hard limits, so if whatever comes up on the roulette wheel is not on her limit list, her and her dom have to do what ever comes up, say watersports, for at least 30 minutes, or safeword. If she safewords, it ends the evening. Otherwise, they do their activity, then spin again until the 3 hours are up. If they last the night? It’s a months free membership. Let the games begin.

Broken-Renee Rose- Major Jennifer Dibbs has been seeing Master D for 2 months strictly for the pain and release. But when she rolls Age Play, she finds out a few things about herself. And Master D just may get that date he wants.

Revealed by Livia Grant- One of my favorites! Khloe Monroe is an actress who just wants to be seen as herself. Ryder Helms is an agent on light duty and not happy about it, so his bestie, Dungeon Master Spencer talks him into signing up for the Valentine Roulette.  Things start off with Khloe and Ryder with a wild chase. Ryder ends up pushing her to her limits and beyond, but even after Jax and Chase get involved, they continue. While things got hot and heavy between them, the reader gets taken right to the edge. I want more!!!

Wet by Jennifer Bene- This is another one that was great, though I will admit at first I just could not understand why Sienna allowed doms to use her as a foot stool and then kick her over. She’s treated terribly. Luckily, she gets Alexander, who uses the dunking tank for breath play to get her to open up. Very emotional read!

Unmasked by Lee Savino- Loved it! Chessie is a women’s rights advocate, and she goes to an event where she’s treated rather poorly. But Senator Peyton Kane comes to her defense. Later, she attends the Black Light event in a mask and gets Kane. They play together, but at the end, a misunderstanding sends her running off. Does new love triumph?

Unraveled by Addison Cain- This one was remarkable! Just awesome! Spencer gets a recommendation for a head bartender from Maxine, which already makes him dislike her. Klara Erikkson does her best to improve the bar, but Spencer goes out of his way to make her miserable. After he fires her, she comes back to participate in the event. He’s angry that she’s there and watches her with her dom, but things get out of hand fast, and Spencer realizes that he has feelings for her.

Unbroken by Maren Smith-This one was so good it actually had me in tears. Maren is just an incredible writer. Abby is a cab driver, she gets an invite to the Valentine event. She runs into the one dom that doesn’t like her, Newton. They end up getting paired up and Newton finally finds out that 2 years ago he insulted her without meaning to. They finally call a truce, but reading all she’s gone through and what he does to help her did give me a few sniffles.

Bared by Measha Stone- This one is all about humiliation, Riley gets someone she never expected. Dane. He ends up surprising her and making her beg.

Stripped by Sophie Kisker- Sari is a new sub who’s already been hurt by an inattentive dom. Adam is a dom out of practice thanks to fatherhood. Sari has a rich imagination, and imagines Adam in the role of her captor quite a bit. He eventually catches on to this, and they do a role play with some similarities to the Princess Bride, only way kinkier. But Sari neglects to tell Adam something and after being badly deceived by his first sub, he’s very angry. Can they salvage it? I loved this and thought the role play was fantastic!

All in all I absolutely LOVED this book! I recommend this for BDSM fans everywhere and give it 5 Kinky Stars

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“Black Light: Valentine Roulette contains 8 fabulous different emotional romantic stories and all feature very erotic and scintillating BDSM experiences. ~ Char SowersLightning City Book Reviews

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“Broken by Renee Rose – This was a great story! ~ Shelli Goodreads Review

Now Live! Bries’s Submission Box Set Books 1-3 by Red Pheonix

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Brie’s Submission: The Boxed Set (Books 1-3) by Red Phoenix is now Live!

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Brie Bennett’s life is about to change.

An invitation to the exclusive Submissive Training Center is one she can’t turn down.

As Brie learns the art of submission under the skilled hands of a team of Dominants, her boundaries are tested and her heart is put on the line.

But as Graduation Day approaches, she can only be collared by one.

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Entice Me by J. Kenner

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julie_enticeme300dpi360x576From New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner comes a sensually seductive novella starring fan favorites Damien Stark and his wife, Nikki Fairchild.

Includes a special preview of Anchor Me, the highly anticipated fourth full-length novel featuring Nikki & Damien as they begin the next chapter in their life together.

I didn’t understand passion until I met Damien, the man who turned my world upside down and swept me off my feet.

And though our life together feels perfect, we can’t escape our secrets–and the danger that continually threatens to surface.

But for one night, I seek a respite. A birthday wish for my husband, my lover, my friend—one absolutely perfect night.

It is my most ardent wish.

And I only hope that it will come true…

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It’s Damien and Nikki time! The Starks are one of my favorite couples, and Damien has always been right up there amongst my favorite “commanding” men. This is one series that would blow the box office if it was made into a movie series. I’m ALL for that.

This novella has the big D’s birthday coming up, but as you know, a dominant, billionaire like Damien Stark can pretty much have whatever he wants, so Nikki has a problem on her hands trying to plan the perfect birthday for him.

In order for her to do this, it can’t be a solo project. She has to enlist the help of some old friends. But sometimes help comes from the unlikeliest of places.

As usual, this was a brilliant, fun, and most certainly sexy romp into the Stark playground, luckily, there will be more, and that makes this blogger one kinky, happy, camper.

This book gets 5 Happy Ending Orgasms

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He bends down so that his lips graze my ear. “Dance for me, baby. Right now.”
”Is that what you want?” I ask. “To watch me dance? Because I have something else in mind.”
His brow rises. “Do you?”
“Mmm,” I say, then start humming as I pull out my phone and find my current favorite song on my workout playlist. A little fast. A little raunchy. A lot fun. I click the button to send it through our sound system, and when the music starts, I press my hand to Damien’s chest and jauntily strut forward, forcing him backward to the padded bench that is intended as a place to sit and wait for the elevator. Right now, I have a different purpose in mind.
“I’ll dance,” I say, doing a shimmy and pulling off my T-shirt in the process. “I’ll even do a stripper dance,” I add. “But I don’t do solo shows. I require full participation.”
“Do you?”
“Absolutely,” I say, turning around so that my back is to him as I shake and shimmy in time with the music and very, very slowly ease my skirt off.
When I turn around, I’m dressed only in my bra and panties, and though I should feel silly, I don’t. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the lingering high from fucking him in the limo. Maybe it’s the heated way that he’s watching my every move.
Maybe it’s the simple fact that I love my husband.
Whatever the reason, I’m enjoying showing off, turning him on and getting turned on in the process. And as I think that, I slide one hand over my bra and the other down my abdomen to cup myself over my panties.
I have my eyes closed, and the music’s loud, but I still hear Damien’s sharp intake of breath. I figure that’s as good a cue as any, and I open my eyes and strut toward him, then reach out a hand to pull him up.
He complies, amused, and I do my own version of a pole dance, with Damien playing the role of my pole. Up and down, stroking and teasing, shimmying and shaking. It’s a little erotic and a little silly, and by the time I have my bra off and am about to step out of my panties, I’m both desperately wet and giggling furiously.
I bend over to untangle my panties from around my ankle, and when I do, my giggles turn to squeals as Damien scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I pound uselessly on his back, then cry out when he pitches me unceremoniously onto the bed.
“What are you–?”
“Shhh.” He puts his finger over his mouth, then strips off his own clothes. And though he doesn’t add any dance moves, I can’t deny that I enjoy the show.
Slowly, he eases onto the bed and straddles me. “I liked your dance,” he says. “I like even more that you did it because I told you I wanted it.”
“Anything you want,” I whisper, my voice throaty. “You know that.”
“I want you,” he says, then brushes a kiss over my lips. “That’s all I’ve ever

 

 

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

Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.

JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.

Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.

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

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Taming Sugar by Rebecca Grace Allen

Taming Sugar by Rebecca Grace Allen

Date of Publication: January 19, 2017

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A modern day, BDSM, Taming of the Shrew.

After being dropped from the best role she’d ever gotten, actress Roxy Cavanaugh is on a week’s vacation to work on her patience. Being holed up in a little cabin isn’t doing much to help her, and neither is meeting sexy property manager Hunter Finn. Unfazed by her willful determination, Finn might be the first man strong enough to take her…if they don’t kill each other first.

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This is my second Rebecca Grace Allen Book that I’ve read to date and let me tell you, I’m definitely a fan. She took this modern day retelling of the Taming of the Shrew and made it volcanic HOT!

First we have rich, spoiled, theater star Roxy Cavanaugh, (LOVE the name) who has been canned from her leading role on a broadway show because of her outrageous behavior. A good friend sends her off to a remote cabin to learn the meaning of patience.

Then we have the caretaker, Hunter Fin, he’s a hunk of a man’s man. Roxy finds out pretty quickly that he’s not going to take her attitude or her smart mouth. When he finds out why she’s up there, he decides to teach her the meaning of patience…his way.

And OH LORD his way was just YUMMY. On a Dom scale of 1 to 5 I’d give him a 4.9. They had a few issues to work out, but aside from the fact I could have used a whole lot more story between them, this was a great little read!

I give this book 5 hot and steamy Orgasms

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About Rebecca Grace Allen

Rebecca Grace Allen writes kinky new adult and hot contemporary BDSM romance. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish. – See more at: http://www.rebeccagraceallen.com/about

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

Dark… seductive… promise

Stryder Steele, along with his two brothers and father, lives by one code: Help all in need. Even if it means saving those who walk among the most sinister criminals in the world. Known as The Black Stallions, their mission is simple – provide rescue and safety to the innocents drawn into the evil depths of the underground.

Zoya Morozova has been kidnapped and ready to be sold at an underground human auction in Moscow. Being sold to the highest bidder, she has no idea her life is about to change when her new Master is the dark and mysterious… Stryder Steele.

Bad boy Stryder remembers the pain of being unable to save another but he’ll put his life on the line to save this beautiful Russian farm girl. When he buys Zoya with the purpose of rescuing her, he has no idea that she may have the power to rescue him as well.

Flown to The Black Stallion Ranch, and with the help of Zoya and the knowledge of the human sex trade she has, can the Steeles put together the pieces in time to save all the innocent women who had been sold to the monsters of the underground, or will they lose to the mastermind of it all?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains graphic sex and BDSM elements.

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Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in Dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, and historical. She writes the naughty… and then the cure for it.

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

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A USA Today and #1 international best selling author, Maggie Ryan has been writing stories as long as she can remember. She enjoys writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. She loves developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. Her heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. Her heroes recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. She enjoys sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. She also enjoys writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn’t have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today’s present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. Her hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow her books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.

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Happy Release Day!!!! Taken By The Biker Dom by Doris O’Connor is LIVE!!! ***Special Interview with Micah below!!!***

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Falling in love had never been the plan…

Turning forty tends to make any woman evaluate her life. For Sandie Buckley, it was the catalyst to escape her mentally abusive husband and to explore her needs and desires. Her first step in that quest was returning to her work as a pediatric nurse. The second step: become a member at Club Spectrum. Third step: get the attention of Micah Flaherty. And that’s where her plan falls short.

Biker paramedic Micah is drawn to the curvy, wannabe subbie with attitude from the minute he shows her around the club. However, getting involved with the typical ex-corporate wife ready to take a walk on the wild side is out of the question…until Sandie’s past catches up with her.

Micah can’t help but step up to claim Sandie as his. No one harms his woman. It seems to be the only way to keep the infuriating woman safe, and besides—their off-the-charts chemistry needs further exploring

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“So sue me.” Micah’s clipped tones shook Sandie out of her lust-fueled thoughts about what he must look like under that tee. “When is the doctor coming to check these? She ought to be discharged today, right?”

“As to that, I couldn’t say for sure. Not unless Ms. Buckley has someone to look after her at home.”

“Do you?” Micah turned so suddenly to address her. It meant Sandie’s world tilted anew. Not only because of the clear challenge in his voice but because he glared at her, as though he was angry. Why was he angry? That made no sense at all. He ought to be glad she was being discharged so that he could be free of her. Surely it was only a misguided sense of Domly duty toward her that had him stay this long in the first place?

Before she could get her befuddled brain to compute an answer, which wouldn’t give away her foolish emotions toward this man, her gaze snared on the slogan on the front of his tee. Emblazoned in bold white lettering was Being a paramedic saved me from becoming a porn star.

Naturally, her gaze immediately slid lower to the rather impressive bulge his worn jeans hugged so lovingly.

Sandie?” His question held a note of censure, and she wrenched her gaze back up to his face. His blue eyes crinkled in amusement as he winked at her. Heat rose in her cheeks when she realized he’d caught her staring, and no doubt her feelings were written all over her face.

Of course he’d noticed. That man never missed a thing at the club, so why would he be any different in his private life?

“What?” Somehow she got that one word out.

With a sigh, Micah perched his delectable butt on the edge of her bed and took her hand.

“Have you got anyone who is able to look after you when you’re discharged? You’ll need watching for a few days.”

“I…that is…”

Sandie gave up trying to make her voice to work, and simply shook her head.

Nurse Peters flicked through her notes and intervened.

“It lists a Matthew Dawson as your next of kin in your notes, Ms. Buckley, and—”

“No!” Her sharp and immediate retort ricocheted around her brain like an out-of-control ping pong ball. That had been far too vehement a response, and sure enough, Micah’s muscles coiled in her peripheral vision. He nudged her chin up with his hand and she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Being under this close and intense scrutiny by him made her feel as though he could look right into her soul, which was a far too fanciful notion.

In an effort for damage control, she wrenched her gaze away from his and addressed her nurse.

“I mean, no, he shouldn’t even still be listed. Please, I don’t want him here.”

Nurse Peters frowned but inclined her head in silent agreement.

“Okay then, I’ll make sure that’s passed on, but he might have been called already. Come to think of it, I’m surprised he hasn’t shown here before now. Next of kin are informed the minute a patient is admitted, as you know, of course. Forgive me, I’m rambling now. It’s just odd, but if you don’t want him here, I’ll pass that on.”

Her nurse’s words made Sandie’s throat clog up with unshed tears. The mere thought of her ex in this room, seeing her this vulnerable, it was too much. She was vaguely aware of the monitors going crazy again before Micah firmed his hold on her chin.

“Hey, kitten, eyes on me.” He dropped his voice to the one he’d used in her nightmare, the one she couldn’t help but respond to, its gravelly cadence almost a growl which left her no choice but to look at him. He smiled when their gazes connected, and the hold on her chin turned into a caress. “That’s my girl. You’re safe here, okay? Whoever that is will not—”

“He’s my ex-husband.” Sandie bit her lip and her insides clenched in horror at her faux pas. You simply didn’t interrupt your Dom, and she was fast beginning to realize that he was very much in Dom mode here. Much to her relief, Micah let it go and simply nodded.

“I see.”

Sandie swallowed down the threatening tears and shook her head.

“No, you don’t see. He’s…well…”

Her throat went dry and the mere act of pulling breath in through her nose was proving difficult when Micah’s jaw tensed. He looked utterly furious right now.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked. His concern for her made her forget everything but the need to show this man the proper respect due.

“No, at least not in the way you think, Sir.” His eyes flashed when that title slipped out, and his hand slipped to her throat in a gentle hold of possession which made Sandie feel utterly safe with him. Nurse Peters cleared her throat and Sandie jumped. Talk about making a spectacle of yourself. Micah smirked, released his hold on her, and ran a hand through his dark hair. It made the slightly too-long strands stand up and give him that just-out-of-bed look.

“Right, well, that will complicate matters somewhat. If there’s no one to take care of you, then we’ll have to keep you in for observation for at least another day.”

“She does have someone.” Micah turned to address the nurse. “She has me. She can come home and stay with me.”

Sandie’s gasp in answer seemed too loud even over the sudden roaring in her eyes. She couldn’t have heard him right? Why on earth was he claiming responsibility for her? It couldn’t mean what every fiber in her aching body screamed at her. He hadn’t just claimed her…had he?

 

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Sandie had proved beautifully responsive to everything he had done to and with her so far, and she particularly seemed to like his dirty talk.

With that in mind, he positioned himself at the end of the bed and dropped his voice to the low rumble she seemed utterly incapable of resisting.

“Such a beautiful sight, kitten. I can see every little clench of your greedy hole, begging me for my cock. You want me to stretch that hole, don’t you? Plunge my dick deep inside you and fuck you hard. My balls slapping your ass, and your tits bouncing in front of my face, until you come all over my junk and soak us both.”

An incomprehensible sound came from his Sandie, and the grip on her ankles grew white-knuckled as she struggled to stay still. Mouth open, eyes wild, she begged him with her gaze, as she squirmed as much as she could, and the sheets under her bum grew wet with her juices.

“Please, Sir. Anything, just do something, please.”

Micah dropped the ropes in his hand on the bottom of his bed, and nipple clamps held up, stepped closer to her.

Her gaze snared on the objects and her breathing grew shallow. Little whimpers escaped her lips as he trailed the cool metal of the clamps over her gorgeous tits.

“Oh, I am, kitten. I want you to imagine yourself with your nipples clamped by these.” He opened and shut the butterfly clamps, and Sandie groaned. A deep-throated sound that told him how close she was already. Her responsiveness was such a fucking turn-on.

“Can you feel them tightening around these buds? Making you acutely aware of them, as I tug and position them, pull on them to lift up your rack.” He followed his words with action, and Sandie screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip, as he attached first one and then the other clamp, tightened them until she groaned, and then gently pulled at the chain linking them together.

Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened in a silent scream, as her body shook in need. She let go of her ankles, and Micah took over and grasped them for her, keeping her open to his gaze. Another one of those moans came from her when he blew across her hugely engorged clit and licked across that bundle just once.

“God, please, I need to… Argh.”

Micah bit down hard on the inside of one ample thigh, and his girl jerked her hips upward. Her hands went in his hair, and her sweet musk filled his nostrils.

“No coming without my say-so, kitten, or you’ll be going in that belt.” He pulled back to see her reaction and grinned at her glare in answer, as she desperately tried to control her breathing.

“I can’t…please.”

“You can, or you’ll be wearing the belt to the club tonight. Breathe and hold it for your Sir. Take your hands off me, too. Back on your ankles with them”

Sandie thumped her head back on the bed repeatedly, but she did release the tight grip on his hair and made a grab for her ankles. Little whimpers came from her, and an all-over body flush spoke of her need, as she tried her utmost to comply.

Pride filled Micah at her struggles and made his chest tight with emotion.

“That’s my very good girl. I’m going to tie you in my ropes now. Remember your safe words if this gets too much, sweetheart.”

Sandie raised her head slightly to look at him, and the desperate need to please he read in her warm hazel eyes made him feel ten feet tall. There it was, the connection he craved, and he smiled at her to show his approval.

“What color are you now?” he asked, and Sandie screwed her little nose up and groused at him

“Green, dammit…ouch.”

She jumped when he used the end of his length of rope to swat her breasts. The action left a thin red line behind, but watching her as closely as he was, he could tell it only served to pitch her deeper into the fevered state of aroused anticipation he wanted her in.

“Consider that a warning, kitten. I don’t appreciate a foul mouth when we’re in a scene.”

Sandie looked all set to argue, but then he slid the rope through her exposed pussy lips, and she groaned in need instead. Micah kept up the slow, sensuous slide along her slit, loving the way the hemp darkened with her arousal and the way his girl panted in need.

“When you’re fully recovered, I’ll tie you in a rope dress, with my rope centered right here.” He slid one end under her ass, brought it around, and tightened it across her clit as he spoke. Sandie gasped and tried to wriggle, but she didn’t let go of the tight grip she had on her ankles, and Micah murmured his approval.

“Good girl. For now, though, we’ll just tie you in nice and tight so that that beautiful cunt is mine for the taking. I think my little subbie would like that, wouldn’t you?”

He glanced up at her as he slid the rope across her skin repeatedly. With every knot, his girl slipped deeper into the space he wanted her to be. Her breathing evened, her eyes glazed over, and she drifted away, as he kept up his soothing murmurs, tightened and checked his knots until at long last her wrists were tied to her ankles. The ropes made a beautiful pattern across her pale skin, the ample flesh held in and molded across them.

“You’re beautiful, kitten, and I’m going to fuck you now.”

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Taken By The Biker Dom is the long, and very eagerly awaited 6th book in the Spectrum Auction Series by Doris O’Connor. (Ignore my happy squeeing in the background.) No matter what Doris writes, it’s an auto-buy for me. Shifters? Check. Mobsters? Check. Big, sexy, Irish Doms? Yes please! All of her books have dominant, uber-alpha males. (sometimes females.) that just ooze sex appeal and no matter their background, or even whether they are human, they end up loving and protecting their mates. Now who doesn’t just love that?

In Biker Dom, our heroine Sandie has escaped the clutches of her verbally and emotionally abusive husband. She’s decided to explore her kinky side by becoming a submissive at Club Spectrum and she has her sites on drool-worthy Master Micah. But Micah doesn’t seem to return her interest, he thinks she’s nothing but a typical rich ex-wife with a very bratty side.

To make matters worse, she causes a major disruption at the club when she mistakenly interprets a scene in progress for something else. Micah is furious, and ends up punishing her, but with detachment. Sandie decides to leave, embarrassed, and feeling like everyone, especially Micah, hates her.

An accident happens, and Micah realizes a few truths. He wants the frustrating little brat for himself, and someone is out to get the little subbie. So he does the only thing he can do. He takes her home. After all, he’s a paramedic and someone has to take care of her, and it’s his duty as a dom.

As this is an honest review. I have to say objectively that this is my favorite book in the series, and I do love all of them! Micah is just an amazing guy, he’s compassionate, kind, knows his way around human anatomy, (especially a female’s), he’s especially good with rope, and he likes to wear leather and has a motorcycle.

Sandie, despite being a bit bratty, is a kind, compassionate nurse, despite coming from money, she’d rather be broke and happy, and doesn’t have a problem pitching right in to help out. I genuinely LIKE these two as a couple. Plus, Master Logan (and others in the Spectrum clan) plays a part in this book, and I LOVE Master Logan!

Lastly, Doris O’Connor is just an incredibly talented writer, her books are warm, genuine, and accurately portray the lifestyle. Club Spectrum, (or what ever setting she chooses for a story), feels like a place you could actually go to and feel at home.

This Book gets 5 (I’d make it 10!)

OMG Master, MORE!! Orgasms!

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As Promised: The Interview With Micah!

Hello there Knotty peeps! As you can see, I am back from the clutches of illness, mostly, the really awful side effects of the worst toxic-sludge marketed as IV antibiotics known to mankind. (Lucky me, it went through a line right near my ticker 22 hours a day/7 days a week.)

 

But…All done now! Today is a day for celebration! (Yes, I like to use a LOT of exclamation marks. They help me convey how excited I am since it’s time consuming to try to explain that in the written word all of the time.) What is today? Monday??? Yup. January 9th 2017??? You got it right. Most of all, today is the day you can head on over to Siren BookStrand and buy Taken By The Biker Dom by the talented, lovely, ALMOST as bratty as I am, Doris O’Connor.

 

So, I was lucky enough to receive an invite to go and have a chat with the dreamy Irish Dom himself, Micah Flaherty.

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Drool bucket anyone? And no licking, his kitten has apparently covered that real estate to guard against such a thing.

 

 

So, after I pick my wee subbie jaw off the floor, and mop everything up, it’s off to London and the Travel Lodge. The following takes place at the Spectrum Club on a Friday afternoon….

 

Interview with the Biker Dom

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It’s pretty early on a Friday afternoon. I’m standing outside the doors of Spectrum, where I’m going to be meeting Micah Flaherty…uhh Master Micah…Sir? Well hell, I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to call him in this capacity. All I know is,that this may get a BIT awkward.

 

I’m freezing my fanny off out here, and I’m risking being late. Not something you want to do with Micah, or any Dom for that matter. So, I pull down my insanely short, black, Lycra skirt that clings to all my jiggly bits, tug my t-shirt down, (it says “Brats have more fun” on it) then open the heavy doors and walk in.

 

I make my way over to the aftercare area, with the nice comfy couch. No Micah yet, so maybe I’m not late. As I cross my legs, trying not to show off my goodies to anyone, I shuffle my cards around. Nerves I guess. Then, I hear that deep, delicious, gravelly sound as the man in question is clearing his throat.

 

I jump up and there he is, and he’s got the “look” on him. The completely neutral face that makes me wonder.”

“Hi Micah! (The eyebrow goes up. ) Ummm…Master Micah? Master? Sir? Just wondering what you wanted me to call you for this interview.”

 

And while I’m on that subject, what made you decide to become a Dom?” (Me thinks I may be in a bit of trouble, but hey, I AM A brat right?)

 

“You must be Sandie, my little kitten’s bratty inspiration.”

 

A sardonic smile curls his lips, and his gaze rests on my chest a fraction too long. Not long enough to be indecent, just enough to make me squirm.

 

“As we’re in the club you can call you me Sir, if you’re comfortable doing so, otherwise Micah is fine.”

 

Again with that slow appraisal of my entire body, and I try very hard not to squirm.

 

“Besides, whichever way you choose to address me, will tell me a lot about you.” He pauses and smirks. “Judging by your attire I’d say you have more than a passing interest in the lifestyle, maybe dabbled a little?”

 

His grin deepens as my mouth is doing its best goldfish impressions.

 

“No need to answer that, little brat. As for what made me decide to become a Dom…” He crosses his arms over his chest and quirks that damn eyebrow again.

“That question alone tells me you have a lot to learn. The need to be in charge is not something you choose to do one day, it’s who you are. I function best when I’m in control. It’s as simple as that. Being a Dom feeds off that, not that you can simply call yourself a Dom and be done with that. It takes years to perfect your specialty as it were, and careful negotiation with any submissive you may or may not choose to scene with. I take my responsibilities very seriously, and when a woman gifts me her submission I try my utmost to ensure she never has reason to regret that. My submissive’s pleasure is the biggest turn on for me.”

 

 

Oh yeah, there go my nips, so I’m trying to figure out how to cover them with just one arm, yeeeaah…nope, not gonna work. And…of course…he’s already noticed. Maybe he’s got a twin somewhere, or a close match. How did I ever think this was a good idea.

 

“Well, Sir, to answer your question, I guess dabble…a lot? I’d much rather be swimming somewhere in the middle of the pool. (Aaannd, there goes my face. Tomato anyone?)

 

I do remember that Doms, good ones, are born, not made, if I’m saying that right. (Again with that look, why do I feel like an errant school girl…now that…never mind. )

 

“So, Sir. What exactly is your function here at Spectrum, and has it changed since you met your Sandie ummm kitten? Respectfully asking of course.”

 

 

He takes his time to answer me, and I swear if my cheeks got any hotter, you could fry an egg on them, especially when he takes a step toward me and smiles.

 

“Relax, little brat. You look as though I’m about to devour you. I don’t bite, well…” he smirks. “That’s not strictly speaking true. I do like to bite and leave my mark when in a scene, but as you’re not my submissive and are never going to be, you’re quite safe.”

 

I can’t help my small sigh of disappointment and, of course, he picks up on that.

 

“My kitten doesn’t share her ‘toys’…” The way he drops his voice… Oh my, I need a bucket for my drool, and I really must stop staring at the bulge in his groin.  “I certainly don’t share her, so, I’m very much off the market.”

 

He leans in to nudge my chin up so that I have no choice but to look at him, and I can see the amusement swirling in the crystalline depths of his gaze.

 

“Eyes up here, little brat.” He laughs when I blush even more. “I suppose, we could find you some other dominant to show you around, if you’d like to swim with the sharks. Plenty of them who wouldn’t mind takin a bite out of you, with your permission, of course.”

 

At my gasp of a response, he releases his hold on my chin and steps back chuckling to himself.

“As to my position here, that hasn’t really changed. I’m one of the DMs on staff, and one of the riggers who give demos. Naturally I only use my kitten for demos nowadays.”

 

I’m thinking somehow, this “Little Brat” nickname is going to stick. Scary part is, it’s not the first time I’ve been called that. Not even close. But seriously? This isn’t going the way I thought it would. I figured, get in, ask a few questions all professional like, get out. Not turn into a blushing, drooling, obviously submissive, mess ready to go shark diving. No cage though, too claustrophobic.

 

Every time he drops his voice I have The oddest urge to kneel. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. I look up and see those eyes of his looking really amused again. Did I say that out loud? Am I blushing? Again? Still?

 

“Weeel Sir…(my voice comes out high and squeaky, so I clear my throat) As I was saying before that frog got lodged in my throat. Sir. I’m rather fond of sharks, and swimming. Also, I’ve never actually experienced Shibari or Kinbaku especially not suspension. Are you the only Dominant in the club who does this? I also imagine that it must take some time to learn and master.”

 

I swear my face just turned 50 shades of purple spitting all of that out, Damn, it’s getting toasty. I pick up my cards and fan my face. Yup, he’s really getting a kick out of this. Sadist much?

 

“I was also wondering if you uuhhhhh, had any other interests. “

 

Micah gives a short laugh and winks at me.

 

“I’m a man of many varied interests, most of them far more vanilla than you’re no doubt imagining right now, little brat.”

 

His amusement grows at my obvious discomfort, but then he sobers.

 

“I’m really just like any other guy, outside of the club, believe me.”

 

He clearly caught my disbelief at that incongruous statement, because he smiles a truly enigmatic smile, and shrugs.

 

“Okay, maybe not, but I dare say only someone in the lifestyle would pick up on that. Most folks only know me as Micah the biker paramedic. I’m good at my job, in fact, I love it. Being able to make a difference like that, makes the job truly worthwhile and, of course, I get to combine with my other passion in life—motorbikes. I keep trying to convince my kitten to take up biking, but she’s having none of it.”

 

I can’t say I blame her, besides, why would you want to ride a bike yourself, when you get to cuddle up behind this hunk all close and personal like. Oh dear, I start fanning myself again at the mere thought.

 

“She prefers to ride pillion, which has its own perks for me, of course.”

 

Micah smirks and I give up all pretense at not imagining myself on the back of a motorbike with him.

 

“Will you stop torturing unsuspecting subbies, mate.”

 

Master Jacob, Micah’s friend has come up behind me without me even noticing, and I jump.

 

“Easy there, little one.”

 

Jacob laughs and his steel gray eyes pull together in concern at my reaction.

 

“What is it with the Sandies of this world looking terrified when I walk in?”

 

He winks at me, and I think it wisest to just keep my mouth shut, while Micah simply shakes his head.

 

“Well, if I answered that, it would be too much of a spoiler for the readers, now, wouldn’t it, Jacob.”

 

The other man laughs and nods.

 

“True, Jonas asked me to remind you that you’re covering his demo tonight. Rissa isn’t feeling well.” Jacob turns to me and smiles. “Apologies for interrupting. Jonas is another rigger here, almost as good as Micah. To answer your earlier question, there’s a number of them in the club. Personally, I prefer the mind fuck to using ropes, especially when it takes years to learn Shibari.”,

 

With that he gives a mock bow and leaves, as abruptly as he appeared, leaving me stare after him. What the hell was that about?

Micah clears his throat, and when I swing back round, he checks his watch and smiles.

 

“Do you have any other questions for me, Ms. Buckley?”

 

The unexpected shift to formality throws me off guard even more.

 

I’m still trying to will my racing heart to calm down before Micah gets a chance to show off those paramedic skills for real. Although…Bad Sandie. My mind is on a bunch of places all at once. Jacob showing up didn’t help at all, telling me that Jonas is almost as good as Micah has me just a bit jealous of my soul twin. And, why if I’m in what amounts to a kinky playground, am I here with two Doms that are already spoken for? It’s kind of like being booted out of the sandbox while the other kids get to play. I can feel my lip sticking out in a pout, and Micah is clearing his throat.

 

“Ah, sorry…Sir.Thanks for taking the time out of your day for answering a few questions for me, I’ll just ask a final question and let you get to rigging up your kitten.”

 

My attempt at letting out some air sounds an awful like a mewly little whine. Christ, when did I lose all control of this thing? Right, a little dignity is in order as I figure my lovely boots with the pretty flowers suddenly look interesting to me. That’s right, don’t look at him.

 

“My final question is kind of silly really, but fans always like to know this kind of stuff. You can just give me the Cliff notes version as I know you have to run, and I have to go…brush off the sand. First part of the question is, do you read, and if so, what kind of books do you read?

 

I cross my legs because…just because, let’s just say my damn panties are useless right now, making me wish I’d worn thermal underwear. Maybe a suit of armor.

 

Another whiny breath.

 

“Last part, music. Do you listen? And what’s your favorite type?”

 

There. I did it.

 

Micah smiles whether in sympathy at my predicament or amusement I’m not quite sure.

“Sure I read. All sorts really.  One entire wall of my living room is taken up by bookshelves. It depends on my mood as to what you find in there.  Crime thrillers are a favorite of mine, but I’m also a big Harry Potter fan. I must have re-read those books at least twenty times. And War and Peace. Love that one. As for music, I don’t tend to listen to a lot of it. Guns and Roses are good for rocking out to in an intense work out. Adele, when I’m in a melancholy mood. Edith Piaf too. A bit like my reading, I like variety when I do listen to music.”

 

He holds out his hand for me to shake and when I take it pulls me up to standing. Damn he’s tall. I have to crane my neck to look up at him.

 

“Well, it was nice meeting you. Perhaps you’ll come again for a proper look around and to find those sharks. If you need a sponsor, let me know. I’m sure I can find someone to take you under his wing, or should that be fin.”

 

As I’m looking up into those hypnotic blue eyes of his, hmm, kinda like the tropical ocean, I’m almost ready to whimper out, “Don’t let go.” You know, kind of like Rose said to Jack in Titanic while they were in the…yup, ocean. Sheesh, the water references here are piling up.

 

So, I muster up the last shred of dignity I have left.

 

“Thank-You Sir, I just may take you up on that offer. I’m feeling a bit …” I smirk up at him. “Beachy after that conversation. Please thank Sandie for me, and stay safe. And I think Harry Potter rocks too.”

 

I pump his hand up and down, maybe a bit too much, then I basically power walk out the door. Not without tripping over my own two feet first. I catch myself and wave my arm in the air. “I’m Fine!” Then, I fly out of the door.

 

Once I’m outside, I bang my head against the door, repeatedly saying, “Sharks, sharks, sharks…” And right as my taxi pulls into sight, Master Jacob opens the door.

 

“Are you okay little one? We heard some banging going on out here.” There was a smirk on his face.

 

As I looked up at him, I saw the camera. Dignity gone. I ran for the taxi.

 

“Just fine, thanks Sir!” The taxi driver looked back at me.

 

“Where to miss.?”

 

I groaned. “Anywhere but the ocean.”

*Special thanks to Doris for the collaberation. It was a blast!!*

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Marriage Games!

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Marriage Games
by CD Reiss

Series: Games # 1
Release Date: October 25th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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“Marriage Games is one of the most powerful novels I have ever read. CD Reiss gets into the soul of her hero and heroine and never lets go. A strong, clear picture of the psychological and emotional challenges of a D/s relationship, especially in a marriage. Why it works and why it might not. Can’t wait for the next one.” ―Desiree Holt, USA Today bestselling author

Synopsis:

THIRTY DAYS

That’s all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife.

Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, he’ll sign her divorce papers and give her complete ownership of their company.

THIRTY DAYS

That’s how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with her five years ago.

THIRTY DAYS

She wants the business they built badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield.

She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage.

She’s wrong.

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I’m going to admit, I’m a huge fan of anything CD Reiss does, so of course I went for this book. I will however admit, I’m not a fan of cliffhangers or having to wait for my happy-ever=afters to happen later on in another book, or two, or three…

That being said, The Marriage Game is a book one of two, and there is definitely a cliffy ending here, so be warned! Adam is our main storyteller in this book, and his wife, Diana, decides she doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore. But he’s been hiding who he is for their entire relationship. That’s all about to change, because Adam is going to show Diana just who he really is.

Now, I love the writing in this. Fabulous as always, and the sex scenes are hot! What doesn’t thrill me a whole lot is the way the two of them hurt each other, and I don’t mean physically. They both do and say some pretty hurtful things through the course of the book. I’m not going to give anything away, but as the couple says, “Diana starts it, Adam finishes it.” At least here they do.

This book gets 4 War Of The Orgasms

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Excerpt:

“Pull your skirt up.” I said it without acknowledging the possibility that she’d disobey. It felt good to use those words and that tone. To watch her eyes go to the floor.

“Trust me.” I said it so low she was just within range to hear it. “Five minutes. Then we don’t have to fight over the car.”

I stepped back and set my watch with a beep. It wasn’t about the car for her. The Jag was the least of her worries, but it was a tangible justification.

For the downcast eyes. For the way her breathing changed. Maybe every bone in her body was vanilla. Maybe not.

“Quit any time,” I said. “Just say the word.”

She laid her hands on her hips.

Curled her fingers.

Gripped fabric.

Pulled up her skirt.

The tops of her thighs came into view then met at the crotch. I was hard already and made no move to hide it. She noticed and stopped moving the skirt.

“Higher,” I said as if telling her how to center a picture over the couch. Higher was where it had to be. It wasn’t a request.

Up it went, revealing cotton underwear in a pink so pale they were almost white.

“Now what?” she asked.

“How do you feel?”

“Weird, Adam. Really weird.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m standing here with my skirt around my waist? Because you told me to? For a car, no less, which is creepy.”

She was so honest. I ached for her honesty.

“You’re not obeying me for an object. You’re obeying me so I do something. Take an action or don’t.”

“You think that’s not weird?”

“No, I don’t. And we have four minutes.” I stepped forward. Part of her discomfort was in the physical distance between us. I’d stepped away so she didn’t feel threatened, but my gaze was keeping her from relaxing. I kept my eyes on hers. I could smell her perfume and feel the shortness of her breath. “Are you turned on?”

“Sex isn’t going to get me back. I’m sorry—”

“Touch yourself.”

Her initial shock and offense lasted only a second before she pressed her lips together and reached down, shoulders angling, hand thrusting as if checking to make sure her cunt was still there.

We have hundreds of bones in our bodies, and sometimes we won’t acknowledge the preferences of the ones that scare us.

“Are you wet?”

“A little.”

I gripped the edge of the vanity and put my lips near her cheek, millimeters from touching her.

“You don’t love me anymore,” I whispered. “But I could always make you wet, and you always came for me. Like our Italy vacation. In Florence. Coming back from that club, in the little alley. Against the wall. I ripped through your underwear.”

Her breathing got shallow and fast.

“I fucked you in the dark, and when you came, you screamed my name so loud all the lights in the apartments went on.”

“That was good.” She turned her face toward mine.

When her lips nearly touched me, I pulled away just enough. “I said I wouldn’t touch you.”

“I changed my mind.”

I wasn’t fooled. Her arousal was talking. I owned her. She’d do whatever I told her. But I wanted something very simple. I wanted her pleasure. “Take the juice from your cunt and rub it on your clit. Make it wet.”

“Adam.”

“What?”

“What’s come over you?”

“Do it.” I felt her arm move against me. “Rub back and forth. Be consistent. One-two-one-two.”

When I felt that she had it, I stepped back. She stopped. Her knees were bent slightly and her fingers had taken her cunt from the side of the crotch, not the waistband. She never ceased to surprise me.

“One-two-one-two, huntress.”

“Is this your way of getting back at me?”

“One-two-one-two. Let me see you come. You’re so beautiful when you come. You’ve gone this far.”

Her body must have been able to override her mind, because she moved her finger again, closing her eyes. Her cheeks reddened and her knees bent more deeply.

“In Florence. An hour after we got to the hotel. I came so deep in you that night. I fucked you from behind with your leg up on the dresser. I wanted to thrust my whole body inside you. I loved you that much. And I gave up who I was. Last night, at the club, I remembered what I was. I was a man who was obeyed. I dominated women, and they submitted to me. The result was what you’re about to feel. Complete pleasure.”

She let out a long, low groan, leaning on the vanity, twisting. I could have fucked her right then. I could have bent her over the counter and pounded her. But that wasn’t the point. No. Watching her hand move under her clothes because I commanded it. That was the point.

An uh escaped her throat. Years of marriage had taught me that meant she was about to come.

My watch beeped.

“Time’s up,” I said.

Her eyes went wide. Her hand stopped.

“Thank you,” I said. “We’re done. I’ll send you the title to the car. You might want to pull your skirt down, since I can’t lock the door from the outside.”

It was hard to walk away from her panting, bent frame without tasting her cunt or even seeing more of her reaction, but I turned the corner, unlocked the door, and left the bathroom.

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CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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Two Against Nature(Suncoast 39)

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She’s Baaaack! That’s Tymber Dalton and the Suncoast Society. This is book number 39, hard to believe, but here we are. I love every single one of these books, some a bit more than others. The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Hot Sauce, and His Canvas, as well as Vicious Carousel, are a few of my personal favorites. But now I think this one is going right on to that list for some very personal reasons.

To give a quick explanation, the main character, Holly, has Fibromyalgia and deals with awful daily chronic pain. It’s something I am on an intimate basis with due to having the diagnosis myself, along with severe chronic pain from multiple back surgeries. So this one really spoke to me quite a bit as I identified with Holly quite a lot.

Holly has to deal with her constant pain, and she works two jobs. She’s trying hard to get together money to get her brother out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit. The same crime that’s left her in so much pain. Things start to change for Holly when she talks to Walter one night at Venture.

Walter is a sadist, but he knows there’s more than one way to get his fix while still helping Holly relieve some of her symptoms. He just needs to prove that to her. And it’s a bonus that his ex is a hot-shot criminal defense lawyer as well.

This was just an awesome, awesome book! I always love the Suncoast books because of how real they are, and this was no different. But Kudos to Tymber for showing us that even people with chronic illness can get their kink on too!

5 Spoonie Orgasms!

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Leather and Lace (Trident Security 1)

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I’m finally getting to read a series from book one! (Okay, I’ve done it before, but not lately, as you can probably all attest to.) I’m already a fan of Samantha Cole’s, so I knew I was going to enjoy this going in to it. I’m glad I was right. Leather and Lace is the first book of the Trident Security series. It’s about a group of hot guys who work for a security agency that are ex-military,  are of the kinky persuasion, (Oh yeah, I need a bodyguard methinks.) and protect and defend.

In this book we have writer Kristin Anders who is writing a BDSM romance. She’s having hot fantasies about her character, Master Xavier, club owner. When she decides to take a break, she goes to an Irish pub for a drink. She sees 6 of the hottest guys she’s ever seen. When her computer fizzles, one of them comes over to fix it, but it’s Devon ‘Devil Dog ‘ Sawyer that catches her attention. He looks like her Master Xavier. Devon and Kristin run into each other again in the BDSM club that Devon co-owns. Turns out he’s a dominant. After a hot how-do-you-do, they decide on a week-end of no strings week-end sex. 3 days, then they part, but will they, or won’t they? And someone has it against the team at Trident. , can they find out who in time?

This was just an awesome book, and you can bet it will be one I will definitely read again. Very well written with complex characters and enough suspense to keep me hanging. I’m definitely excited for the rest of the series.

I give Leather and Lace 4 and ½ Hot Domly Orgasms

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Submission Is Not Enough

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SubmissionIsNotEnoughNewA fallen hero reborn

Theo Taggart lost everything the night he died. His family, his beautiful Erin, and worst of all, he lost himself. A twisted doctor brought him back from the brink of death, but reprogrammed his identity to serve her will. Rescued by his brothers, he must fight to reclaim the man he was and the life, and love, that were stolen from him.

A love worth fighting for

Erin Argent thought she’d lost Theo forever. When he walked back into her life, it was nothing short of a miracle. Months of torture and conditioning at the hands of Dr. Hope McDonald have done damage to Theo that may never be mended. He has no memory of her or the life they shared. Breaking through to him, and helping him rediscover all he lost, will be the toughest mission she’s ever faced. Luckily for Theo, Erin loves a good fight.

Their reunion under siege

Unfortunately, Hope is far from done with Theo Taggart. Obsessed with her prize experiment, she will do anything to get him back. If the only way to finally break him of his past life is to kill Erin and his son, then she’s only too happy to oblige…

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Sometimes, I get that excited little squee noise that comes from my mouth when I have a book to read. It’s one that I’ve usually been absolutely dying for, from a favorite author, you all know what I mean. Masters and Mercenaries has got to be one of my absolute favorite series hands down.

Submission is Not Enough is Theo and Erin’s story, and at times it was hard to read, emotionally that is. Theo is still trying to deal with the aftereffects of Hope McDonald’s reprogramming. He can’t even say Erin’s name without intense pain. They have to get to know each other all over again, and he has to come to grips with the fact he’s a father. But Hope isn’t finished with Theo Taggart, not by a longshot. The MacKay-Taggart team shows once again that they are great at what they do, and most of all, family comes first.

And you can’t help but laugh at some of the outrageous things Ian Taggart has to say.Take his relationship advise to Theo for example…

“She was better than me in the field. Why would a woman like her ever want me?”

Ian wagged a finger his way. “Because she wasn’t very smart, brother. Women get weird ideas in their heads and we have to jump on the chance. If you want that woman, your best bet is doing anything you can to stay close to her. You don’t even have to wear her down. You already managed that. I don’t think you’re taking proper advantage of the situation. Dude, you died like right in front of her. That’s going to buy so many Sundays where you don’t have to run errands or go to church or do anything but sit in your chair with a beer in hand, watching whatever sport happens to be on that day. Also, I bet you could get a real increase in the amount of blow**** offered. Don’t expect that to last though. They get super embarrassed when they have to go to the doc for jaw pain. Yeah, stick to the football plan. Every time she asks you to go grocery shopping on Sunday, kind put your hand to your heart and wince a little as you agree. It’ll work every time.”

Good ole Ian. And he’s kinky too. I would so love to be a part of that family. I wonder if they need a nurse? Oh well. Lexi just writes a story you can get lost in that runs the gamut of emotions, and the sex scenes are pretty over the top as well! I give this book 5 Screaming Orgasms!

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Theo took the stairs as quickly as he could. He knew where he was going, but he wasn’t going to think about it. For the first time since he’d gotten home, he didn’t care about his past or figuring out who he’d been. He wanted. He wanted something right now and that felt good.
She’d been right. There wasn’t a place for guilt here.
He strode up the stairs, her weight comforting in his arms. Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that either. He was going to enjoy it, not wonder why his body remembered her when his mind would not.
“Hey, is everything okay?”
Damn it. Case was standing at the top of the stairs, obviously having come out of the privacy rooms. His wife was at his side, her face flushed. Mia had sex hair. Good for them. Red was about to have sex hair, too. Lots of filthy sex hair. “Everything’s great. Night.”
Case put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa. I thought you were going to take this slow, brother.”
“If you don’t get your hand off him right this second, Taggart, I am going to ensure that you never have children,” Red said, her eyes narrowing on his brother. “You won’t be able to cock block anyone because you won’t have a damn cock. Am I clear?”
Case’s hands came up immediately as though he knew that tone and was not going there. “Trying to help.”
“Three is clean and has plenty of condoms. We’re taking a monitor turn up here. I checked all the rooms.” Mia grinned at him. She actually was helpful. “Have fun and we’ll see you at home.”
He didn’t bother to look back. Case could give him a lecture later. He wasn’t waiting anymore. He’d waited forever. Even when he couldn’t remember her face, he’d known she was there. He’d felt her, or rather he’d felt her absence.
Could he truly be with a woman whose name he couldn’t think without hurting her?
It didn’t matter. He wasn’t making those decisions tonight. He was enjoying her. His sub. He was bringing her pleasure and he probably should do a good job of it because his sub was fucking mean.
And fragile. He’d seen the moment she’d thought he was rejecting her. He’d watch her skin flush and her body start to turn in on itself. She was such a mix of strength and need. It was intoxicating. He wanted so badly to be the man who gave her what she needed.
Affection. Pleasure. Comfort.
Love—he wasn’t thinking that word tonight. Nope. Pleasure was way better.
He kicked out lightly at the partially open door number three. It looked like Mia had done her job. The room was perfectly clean, the lighting soft and romantic. The best thing about this room though was the complete lack of any of his friends or family being here.
It was him and her, and that was exactly what he wanted. No Ian. No Li. No Kai asking them hundreds of questions. Him and her and the night.
He tossed her on the bed and stood back, looking down at her. “Tell me why you thought I was rejecting you.”
The instant she hit the bed, she was up on her knees. So graceful. So deadly. What the hell was this woman like out in the field? She moved like a predator, but the look on her face was pure sarcasm. “Uhm, your words. That’s what sealed it for me. ‘I don’t want to do this’ is generally considered a rejection.”
Somehow she managed to put an unsaid “dumbass” on the end of her sentences. Not all of them. She’d been perfectly sweet most of the night, but she could turn it on when she wanted to. “I didn’t mean that. When I said the words, I watched you change. Why? You’re good at slapping people down. I wouldn’t have said that until today.”
“Because I’ve been careful around you,” she admitted.
“Why? You think I’m delicate?”
Her lips curled up. “I don’t think you’re delicate. I think I’m a lot to take, but I also am starting to believe I was wrong. You like me rough.”
“I like you a lot.” More than he could ever tell her.

 

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NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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