New Release: Owned By The Dom Part One

Owned by the Dom Part One (The Owners 3) 

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The Owners, 3

Part One of Two

James Castleden has had enough of the press surrounding him and his club. Ravage is his place to let loose. He is possessive and dominant. When the younger sister of the woman he used to date walks into his club, James is not ready for the instant attraction he feels toward her. 

Prudence Star fell in love with James seven years ago. She is no shy virgin and knows what he is. James does not scare her. She’s read the reports about his association with club Possession and she craves what only he can give. 

When their flirting deepens, James cannot stop the craving inside him to own, to claim, and to take Prudence as his woman. 

But Possession and Ravage are under serious threat. Dominic and Eugene were just the beginning. There is nowhere to hide and no way to keep his woman safe. The Owners have no idea who they’re really dealing with. 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, caning

Excerpt:

How could he fight this?

There was no one else in the world for him. James didn’t want to let her go. She moved his hand down to her left breast. Her full mound filled his palm. She was just the right size for him. Prudence took his other hand and placed his palm between her legs.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sir. I want you and will do anything to be owned by you,” she said.

Her words were not lost on him.

He removed his palm from between her thighs to sink his fingers into her hair. James brought her close to him as he thumbed her nipple feeling her tighten against him.

“Do you have any idea what those words mean?” he asked.

“I was listening to you, James. I want that, too, and I think you do as well.”

James didn’t argue with her. It was true. The possessiveness that swamped him, the aggression he’d displayed—he’d seen it all in his two friends.

“You’re so young,” he said.

“Who cares? I don’t. Age means nothing to me.”

James couldn’t fight it anymore. The longer they were together, the harder it was to deny himself. He hated other men talking to her, and he’d been the one to put her in this position in the first place. Through his own actions, he’d taken her own job away, giving her no choice but to accept what he gave her.

“I want you, James,” she whispered. Her blue eyes darkened with her arousal. The kisses they’d shared over the past few weeks had done nothing except ignite a flame inside them. He sensed it strongly within her as he did himself. James knew he was a fool to have allowed one kiss let alone all the others.

No other woman could tame the monster inside him other than the woman standing before him.

James slammed his lips against hers. There was nothing nice or subtle about taking her. He needed to rid every memory of the men she’d dated before him. Prudence was all his, and he was going to show her what it really meant to be owned by a dominant man.

“There is no backing out, Prudence. I take you now, and you’re mine. No one gets to touch what is mine.”

She cupped his cheek. Her fingers stroked his skin. “I’ve always been yours, James.”

Her words unleashed the monster within him. He pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall. In the next moment her blouse was torn from her body. The buttons sprayed around the room. He worked her bra off until her tits spilled out.

A groan escaped him. She was ripe and ready to be fucked. Her pale mounds were tipped with cherry red nipples. They were tight and pointing up at him. He dropped his head to one nipple, taking it into his mouth. Prudence cried out. He covered her mouth with his palm, pulling away from her.

“Be quiet. We don’t want anyone running in here wondering what I’m doing to you.”

Her gaze flashed to the door then down at him. James went to remove his hand. She placed her hand over his not allowing him to let go.

James smiled. “Don’t make a sound.” He went back to tonguing her nipple. James knew that no one would dare enter his office without his permission. They were both safe inside his four walls. He saw the arousal intensify in her gaze. She was turned on by the possibility of being caught.

He ran his tongue over her skin and glided the tip of his tongue around her other nipple. With his free hand, he fingered the wet bud he’d left.

His cock pulsed in his pants. The pre-cum leaked out of the tip and into his pants. He knew the first time with Prudence wouldn’t be enough.

Leaving her nipple, he moved down to unbutton her jeans and lower the zipper. He slid the metal zipper down before placing his hand over her mound. Her panties didn’t hide her arousal. She was soaking wet. Her feminine scent teased the air. She smelt amazing.

James let go of the nipple and dropped down before her. Prudence looked down at him as he eased the denim down her legs. Her mouth was uncovered, and he heard her moaning. The sound filled the air around him like the scent of her pussy did.

“You’re soaking wet for me, baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

She licked her lips, gazing down at him.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Book Review: A Measured Risk by Natasha Blackthorne

First, here are all the details for the book I’m about to talk about.

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Book one in the Regency Risks Series

He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?

Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. Lady Cranfield longed to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel. She sensed intuitively that he could teach her how to overcome the terrors that held her in bondage.

And now she’s willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue-to find out. But what he proposes startles her.

When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approached him, Ruel instantly sensed she would be the sweetest, most submissive experience of a lifetime-if only he can gain her total and complete trust. He makes her a non-negotiable offer. His help in return for her submission and obedience.

But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She’s learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.

How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through her self-protective defences and show her how to love when he has spent his lifetime avoiding that tender trap?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal Sex, spanking, BDSM and brief F/F touching. This is a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of or guide to how people recover from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or of modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.

Buy Links: Total-E-Bound / Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand / Barnes and Noble

Excerpt is below my review. 

My Review

I’ve always been picky when it comes to my historical reads. I find some of them can begin to sound the same. I’ve only found a few authors and books that are wonderful. So when I stumbled on A Measured Risk I didn’t have the first clue what to make of it. I mean, this has BDSM elements with spanking and even some brief F/F action and I’m not one for F/F.

Can I please reassure you, this book was bloody brilliant. I can’t even begin to praise it enough. From the moment I opened my kindle and began reading, I had to finish. The lead, Lady Cranfield or Anne was such a wonderful character. I really felt her confusion and the fight she was faced to gain control of herself. She had gone through a traumatic experience and was doing everything she could to fight the fear she’d developed. I really like the way she was described. Anne was not a simpering little lady but a woman who knew her own mind. Her biggest problem was the fear from the accident. She was stuck in a place she didn’t want to be, surrounded by people who didn’t much care for her.

Enter Jonathon Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel. Now, his character was perfect. He was exactly what Anne needed. The way his protectiveness is portrayed is believable He’s intrigued by Anne and when she asks for help, his ultimatum of spending a month with him, was hot. Even for a historical erotic romance, Jonathon was pure male and super hot.

He pushes Anne but for the good. Not only is she dealing with the traumatic experience of what happened to her, she has closed off her passionate nature. She doesn’t know what it is like to let lose and to feel.

While reading I felt connected to Anne and I felt how trapped she was inside herself. The frustration to let herself feel. It was a wonderfully descriptive book but not overly so. I didn’t find myself skipping parts as the author was not repetitive.

The BDSM elements were light but necessary and helped the story to move along with Anne’s development. The relationship between Jonathon and Anne was superbly described. They fought each other at every turn. Their love grew gradually throughout the book. They were first intrigued by each other and their attraction for one another brought them closer together.

I love dominant alpha males and Jonathon was brilliant.

A Measured Risk has become one of my all time favourite historical erotic romances. I got so much from the characters and the storyline. The author is extremely talented. The BDSM is light for readers who a little daunted by this genre. This is a perfect mix of passion, dominance and submission.

I do not wish to ruin the story line. I was pleased I picked this book and will have it forever on my kindle. Well written and wonderful escapism.

A highly recommended read.

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Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2012
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Excerpt from A MEASURED RISK:
“Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.
“Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.
Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.
He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.
At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.
“Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction with endless hunting and fencing.”
As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.
His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually fierce exterior.
Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure life in Ireland and thrust into society at age sixteen, she’d spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at emotional evasion.
It should be easy to regain her control.
But now, as late afternoon sun rays played over his pale hair, turning it to the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew away.
Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.
An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.
“In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice, barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor, accentuated their isolation. He brushed his fingertips over her cheek and his gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes. “She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss her.”
She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—Not yet, surely… Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but found her arse flush against the bookshelf.
He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly yes.”
She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She really should. But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her, his breath blew on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be kissing him.
Kissing him.
Dear God. Her breath began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.
His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her, if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could express itself no other way.
Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.
But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.
He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.
Heart pounding and unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.
His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.
He lifted his head.
It was done.
Ended.
And it hadn’t even begun.
He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for it would give away too much of how she was affected.
Never show your feelings.
He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.
She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.
It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had just been a peck—not a true kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s peck had.
Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.
“Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn to wonder…” His voice sounded unnaturally loud to her ears. “How will she respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”
She sensed that he was toying with her. She’d didn’t understand flirtation—why had she imagined she could carry this ruse off? Was he making advances in order to have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior, uncaring—anything but hurt.
“Please don’t make sport of me.”
She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?
An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was as smooth as velvet.
“To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain her wits.
“Here.” He placed her hand to his chest. The contours of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his heart beat was rapid and strong.
“Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.
The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.
“My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”
Then he touched his mouth to hers, more firmly this time. Delicious, steady pressure. Her lips trembled and she clutched his lapels. He lifted his head. At the loss, a throaty, pleading moan sounded in her ears. Had it really come from her?
Clearly, now was the time for her to reassert some control over her reactions. To put him at a more comfortable distance.
“Kiss me back.” At the commanding edge in his voice, hot, sweet honey pooled in her belly.
No. Focus.
What had she wanted to ask him? Focus? Dear God, what rubbish. She could scarcely remember her own name, much less anything else. What madness had made her think she could maintain control over him?
He traced her mouth with his tongue. Deliberately; lingeringly. This time she couldn’t hold back a moan. She had grown to dislike it when William kissed her opened mouthed. It had always seemed such an overheated, messy thing. But where was her coldness now? She was burning to know what it would feel like to know Ruel’s full kiss. She had to know—just once—or she would surely die.
Just once. Certainly once wouldn’t hurt.
Tentatively, tremulously, she opened her mouth.
He thrust inside, his tongue like a bold blade of flame as it touched hers. He tasted of whisky and something smoky, too sensual to be borne. Fire burst within her, spreading over her breasts. Of their own volition, her hands slid up his muscled arms and she gripped his shoulders and moaned again.
She twisted and pressed her breasts against his chest, trying to increase the sensation on her taut, aching nipples. However, her stays prevented it. Her frustration vibrated deep in her throat, another longer, more intense moan.
The sound startled her and, for a moment, it was as if she was staring down at the two of them. She didn’t recognise herself, but she couldn’t stop kissing him back. Couldn’t stop rubbing her breasts against him.
Who was this uninhibited strumpet? His breathing changed, growing heavier. He cupped her face with his large, long-fingered hands, angling her head. She went even more boneless and allowed him to move her as suited his wont.
He probed more forcefully with his tongue, went deeper, compelling her to open further, to melt against him more completely. He slid his hand to her neck and threaded his fingertips through her hair. He lifted the heavy mass off her neck. Cool air rushed over her nape. In one quick movement, he tightened his hold and, with gentle but firm pressure, he pulled her head back. Her shocked gasp came out as a mere whimper, muffled by his demanding mouth.
No man had ever handled her like this. She’d never even suspected a gentleman would handle a woman—even one of his whores—like this. If she had any sense left, she ought to be frightened, offended—enraged.
Instead, her nipples pebbled painfully and heat twisted through her insides.
He tore his mouth from hers. As she gasped for breath, a sense of loss hit her so intensely that she felt disorientated. She stood there, leaning against his hard body, panting open-mouthed, with her head pulled backwards by his grip.
He studied her and tightened his grasp, pulling more harshly this time. A violent shaft of desire stabbed her, womb-deep.
Warmth, and what looked very much like satisfaction, shone in his gaze.
He laid his other hand along her collarbone in what could only be called a blatant, sexually possessive manner. The skin crinkled around his eyes. He was smiling, ever so slightly. Something had just happened. She didn’t understand what it was. If only she could think, she would be able to reason it out. However, liquid warmth pooled in her lower pelvis and flowed out between her legs in a gush that came so suddenly she gasped. Her sex throbbed as if it were a beating heart.
Coherent thought was impossible.
He shifted and throbbing heat seared her, even through their clothing.
His erection.
Its long, thick, tubular weight was more substantial than William’s.
Ruel brushed his fingers against her back. Tugging, pulling.
Undoing her laces.
She froze and placed her hands on his chest. “Don’t.”
The gown slipped and she automatically clutched the dark purple silk to herself.
He took hold of her wrists, easily circling them with the forefinger and thumb of each hand. “Let the gown fall away.”
He used the voice. The one from the dreams she only reluctantly admitted to herself. The very confident, commanding tone that the nameless, faceless man used in her nocturnal fantasies. Her secret lover who would press her down and—
“I want you to remove the rest of your garments and then I want you to lie on that crimson divan and display yourself for me.”
She threw a glance at the divan, her favourite spot in this whole house. The image his words conjured—her, lying naked on the crimson velvet, open for his perusal—burnt into her brain. Her inner muscles contracted several times—hard. The folds between her legs swelled and grew slicker.
Of course, despite her wayward dreams, she didn’t really want to do something like that.
Couldn’t possibly.
She barely knew Ruel. Yet there was that innate sense that she could trust him. That she could give in to his whims and it would be safe. A secret shared between them. Temptation tingled through her, increasing with every beat of her heart.
Reckless.
She had never been reckless in her life. A trembling began in her legs.
She turned back to him. His features were tight with desire, his stare commanding and compelling. She wanted to be reckless with this man.
“The door is locked. The others aren’t going to come in here—the gentlemen are all occupied with fencing and the ladies are busy with their watercolours.”
She’d never allow herself the luxury of surrendering to this. For this was pure emotion and it would be giving him too much of herself.
“I won’t do it.” She had intended to make her tone resolute. That thready, pleading voice couldn’t possibly be hers.
“It would please me.” His firm tone sent a new wave of lassitude through her limbs.
Need twisted in her lower stomach and a fresh cascade of wetness slicked her intimate folds. It slid down her inner thighs.
Wait—How had they come to this moment? Where the devil was the reserve and sexual coolness that had driven William into other arms? This virtual stranger held some kind of special power over her. God. It was unthinkable. It was terrifying.
“No.” Her strident denial echoed jarringly in her ears.
He released her wrists.
She pulled the gown up high and clutched it tight. She wanted to run. She should run. But his large, strong body still stood between her and the exit. Would he really attempt to stop her if she tried to flee? Her heart pounded at the thought. Because she knew that if he put his hands on her and stopped her, especially if he did it as forcefully and firmly as he’d behaved thus far, she’d melt for him.
What a revelation! She’d never suspected such a creature existed in her secret heart, waiting for someone to come along and draw her out.
“You’d better leave now.” She pushed the words past her shaking lips.

New Release: His To Control (Cape Falls 4)

His To control 

HTC

Cape Falls, 4

Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.

William moved to Cape Falls to start a new life and to open up the BDSM club, Control. He never anticipated getting embroiled in the latest scandal or falling for the delicious red-head who visits his club. He can’t stay away.

Daisy’s life is falling apart. Everything she has known was destroyed the moment her mother revealed the true identity of her father. Throughout her life, no one has wanted her until William enters her life.

His dominance helps her to gain control of her own life. She falls for him hard and she is prepared to do anything, even be under his control.

But how can these two people find happiness with each other? And what will happen when jealousy from someone else threatens to take it away?

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex, menage sex (MFM), spanking

 

Excerpt:

“Yes, it is wet, hard, and so beautiful. Good sex, good fucking, is messy and passionate and worth every bit of pain.” Her breathing deepened. He followed the line of her throat and saw her nipples were hard and budding against his shirt. Lucky shirt.
“No, I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
“Do you want me to show you how good it can be?”
She nodded her head.
“Lick your lips and get them nice and wet for me.”
He waited as her tongue ran over her lips. She really had no idea how sensual her innocent action could be. His cock was leaking his cum inside the jeans he wore. He knew he would have to find release the moment he got back to the club. If he didn’t then all of his good intentions would go out of the window.
“Open them partially for me. When I lean down and run my tongue against your lips, I want you to run your own tongue with mine, and then open up to receive me into your mouth.”
William leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He ran his tongue over her lips and felt her own follow him. They touched, his persistent and hers hesitant. He pushed inside her mouth, feeling her moan as he took it within his own.
If innocence had a taste then Daisy was it. She followed his lead, doing everything he asked as he showed her how amazing a kiss could be. Her pelvis thrust up in the open air as he ran a hand down her neck to cup a firm breast.
He thumbed the tip and moved down to her belly, pushing against the navel and down to palm her aching pussy. The wetness coated her sweat pants. Feeling her need went straight to his head. She was responsive, and he knew he needed to gain control. Instead, he pushed his hand inside her sweat pants and covered her bare pussy with his palm.
Her cries echoed in the room. William pulled away to stare into her eyes.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, pet. You’re horny, aren’t you?”
She nodded her head. Her eyes were wide as he ran a finger through her dripping slit. He felt the small amount of pubic hair and couldn’t wait to get a good look at her. William didn’t mind when a woman went bare around her pussy, but he preferred a woman to look like a woman. Bare was not everything to him. Providing she kept her bush neat and tidy, he didn’t complain.
He wanted to see her cunt wrapped around his cock. There was nothing better in the world to him than watching a cock disappear inside a pussy.
“How does it feel having my fingers against you?” he asked.
“Strange.”
He chuckled and ran his finger up to her swollen clit. “How about now?”
She screamed as he circled the bud. Her legs tightened around his hand, stopping him from moving.
“Open your legs now, pet.”

New Release: The Bad Boys’ Reluctant Woman

The Bad Boys’ Reluctant Woman

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The Law Castle Bad Boys, 2

After living in the Foster system, Zoe Howard does not trust easily. She moves to Law Castle with the hope of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to be the woman that three men desire.

Jake, Brent, and Connor have been friends all their lives. They want a woman to share, and they know that woman is Zoe. However, she keeps all three men at arm’s length. Her reluctance is frustrating as they know she wants them back.

Zoe is reluctant to give herself to three men. She’s scared to love and to trust again. All three men fight her resolve and show her how it can feel to be loved by all of them. When Zoe ends up in danger, her men realize the love they feel for her.

But could they be too late to tell her how they feel? 

Be Warned: anal sex, menage sex (MFMM)

 

Excerpt:

She stared at his erection. He felt her gaze like a caress over his length. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Baby, I wish I was able to reduce my need for you. Look at me, Zoe. I’m dying here.”
Her chuckles lightened the mood. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I didn’t push you away. I was trying to do the right thing.”
“Connor has seen me naked,” she said.
“Lucky bastard. He gets all the fun. I think it has something to do with that brooding thing he’s got going for him.”
She lifted the shirt up and over her head. “I think it is only fair you get to see me and make up your own mind.”
Brent stared at the perfection of her body. He’d had many sizes and shapes of women, and none of them held a candle to Zoe. She was all woman. Every part of her was full and soft. His cock pulsed at the sight of her.
His mouth watered for a taste of her.
“What else did Connor do?” he asked.
He would come if she said anything about fucking. Brent had no control left.
“He touched my breasts.”
“Like this?” he asked, reaching out and cupping the mounds. They were heavy and ripe. Brent loved the feel of them in his hands.
“Yes,” she said with a gasp to her voice.
“Do you like me touching you?”
“Yes.” Brent felt her tits and watched her nipples harden. “He licked my nipples as well.”
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock.
“Is that all he did?” Jake asked, startling them. Zoe spun around, and Brent pressed her against his front.
“Connor has touched her breasts, Jake,” he said, holding her tits in his hands.
“I see you have as well.”
“They’re perfect, Jake. Come and feel.”
Jake walked over and took what Brent offered.
Zoe was shaking between them. Brent leaned down and whispered in her ear. “If you want us to stop, say so.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“What else did Connor get to do?” Jake asked.

 Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (US) / Amazon (UK) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand

New Release: Bound for Christmas

Bound for Christmas 

BFC

Club Kink, 1

They rarely spoke. They only touched hands. Until now.

Bernice Rowe has been fascinated by the man who regularly visits the library where she works. They never speak and only stare at each other. When she learns that her mystery man is one of the dominant men at Club Kink, she makes a choice to become a submissive.

Master Leon has been visiting the library for one reason—Bernice. He wants her desperately but knows his desires are not for everyone. When Leon finds her at the club he makes sure everyone knows she is his submissive.

He takes her away and starts her training. Leon is determined to make her his woman in time for Christmas. Neither know how the other feels, and it looks like it is going to be a Christmas to remember for both of them.

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


Excerpt:

Her nipples were on fire. The clamps stung. She wanted to tear them off her breasts, but then she’d get even worse. Then the burning pain shot through her whole body. Her clit swelled. She rubbed her legs together feeling the pleasure shake her entire body. His touch sent off electric signals all around her. She was sensitive to the slightest touch.
“Do you feel the change?” he asked.
“I ache everywhere, Master.”
He turned her so her back was to him. “Every part of you is sensitive?”
“Yes, it is more than I can stand.”
Leon chuckled. The vibrations went straight to her cunt. She was on fire with the need to climax.
His hands moved down the sides of her body. She whimpered then cried out as his hands slapped either side of her thighs. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”
“I’m not.”
Another short sharp slap to her thigh. She cried out then moaned as her legs scissored for more contact with her clitoris.
“You’re building up your punishments here, baby. Address me properly with my title unless I tell you otherwise.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” She wanted to sob and beg him to make her come all at the same time.
“Good.” His hands moved round to the front of her thighs. She felt him move down her body until he split her legs open. The contact she’d gained with her clit was lost.
Bernice whimpered missing the contact already.
“Please,” she said.
“Please, what?” he asked.
She cried out. It was too much. How could anyone concentrate with so much sensation? Her focus failed at every opportunity. It was too much and not enough. The pain combined with the pleasure made it hard for her to focus on anything. Leon expected her to keep saying his title while she couldn’t remember her own name.
He turned her back to face him. She stared at him for several seconds before he caught her close. Leon stroked her hair as she tried to gain some composure.
“You can use your safe word at any time,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes. Was she ready to give up?

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Full-Time Writer + Print

Hi all,

Well, I made it to this point. I feel in life you need to know when to take risks and this one, a full-time writer, is my biggest risk to date. As with most things in my life I always start out as being nervous. I think it is part of my character trait, to be nervous of the unknown. Then I have the build up of excitement. Being a full-time writer has been a huge dream of mine. I can’t remember wanting anything in my life more than being able to create my stories.

I’m aware this is no original passion as there are so many people out there with the same dream. I’ve given myself a year to try and make this a full-time career. It is radical decision for someone like me. I’ve never really gone out of my little safety box that I’ve built. This is a whole new territory for me and I hope to document my experiences here to share with you all. I hope in a years time I’ll have good news.

At the moment the Muse is working over time. I have plenty of stories keeping me active and I hope to bring longer stories to you all as well. Also, I’ve got a young adult novel I’ve been playing with for some years.

Like always, I’ll let you know when I know more :-).

Now, for some good news, at least I think it is good news. Blackmailed by the Beast is now in print.

 

Wayne Brown is ruthless when it comes to business, and with a nickname of “The Beast”, no one dares to challenge him. What he wants he gets.

Lily Jones is sweet innocence and despises men like Wayne. But the Jones family is desperate, and he offers them a solution to their problems. Only he wants something in return…Lily. She either marries him or her family answers to the debt collectors. With no choice left, she agrees and begins life as his wife.

Through his seduction and touch, Lily’s body betrays her, and as time passes, so does her heart. But how can she fall in love with a man who blackmails to get what he wants?

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