Tempt Me by J Kenner

 

 

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When sexy Stark Security Chief Ryan Hunter whisks his girlfriend Jamie Archer away for a passionate, romance-filled weekend so he can finally pop the question, he’s certain that the answer will be an enthusiastic yes. So when Jamie tries to avoid the conversation, hiding her fears of commitment and change under a blanket of wild sensuality and decadent playtime in bed, Ryan is more determined than ever to convince Jamie that they belong together.

Knowing there’s no halfway with this woman, Ryan gives her an ultimatum – marry him or walk away. Now Jamie is forced to face her deepest insecurities or risk destroying the best thing in her life. And it will take all of her strength, and all of Ryan’s love, to keep her right where she belongs…

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Even on Valentine’s Day, it’s like Christmas when J Kenner releases one of her Stark novels/Novellas, this time we center on sexy security chief and Damien Stark’s BFF Ryan Hunter, whom Jamie likes to call Hunter at times, especially when he’s in that kinda mood.

But James and Ryan have been together for quite a long time now, with Jamie still not wanting to deal with the M word. So after all of Jamie’s trying to put him off, the ultimatum hits.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure who to feel worse for here. Ryan has been waiting for a long time, and he waited a long time to get her as well. But what’s a little more time as long as your still together yeah? And Jamie? Really, the guy does have the patience of a saint, or a dominant as it were. (Though, not all of them are so patient, and they certainly aren’t patient all of the time.)

As always, it’s an entertaining, hot as hell, smexy read.

A 5 Smexy Star One at that!

 

 

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“I adore all of the women in my life,” he says. “I’d do anything for them.” He’s looking at me as he says it, and my heart flutters in my chest. But I’m not sure if he’s including me in that group, or if the hint of meaning I hear in his voice is nothing more than my imagination.

I shake my head as I frown, trying to clear my thoughts.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” I say, though it’s not true. Our rhythm is off, and it’s scaring me. We’ve always been in sync, even before we were dating. And now—well, now it almost feels like he’s deliberately keeping me off balance.

I want to get back to normal, and I don’t know the path, and my lack of confidence is frustrating me.

“Are you heading home?” Ryan asks.

I shake my head. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t decided. You?”

“Moira and I are taking Mom back to the hotel.”

I wait for him to invite me along, and when he doesn’t, I say, “It’ll be nice for you guys to have time to chat in the car. But she usually crashes early, doesn’t she?”

“Usually. Why?”

“Oh. Um.” I lick my lips. “Because I was wondering if you wanted to meet me somewhere. We could get a drink. We could talk.”

“Talk,” he repeats. He meets my eyes, and I see the question in them—have I changed my mind? Am I going to say yes?

I glance down at the floor.

“Talk,” he repeats. “No, I’m sorry. I can’t do that.”

I look up, frustrated. “But, Ryan, I just—”

“I have plans. I’m going to Westerfield’s.”

“Oh.” Westerfield’s is one of the hottest clubs in town. It’s also a Stark property, which means when Ryan goes he gets the full VIP treatment. Something that never fails to snag the attention of the female patrons. Most of whom are usually drunk. And wearing outfits that are barely big enough to keep a Barbie doll modest.

“Oh,” I repeat.

I wait for him to suggest I join him there, but all he says is, “It really was great that you came.” Then the bastard leans in and kisses my cheek. He kisses my f*cking cheek.

 

 

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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The Redemption Series by Sarah Castille

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FIGHTING ATTRACTION
Coming April 4, 2017!

Five sexy MMA fighters who will fight hard to win their girl. Fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, Mine, and Worth the Fight will love this standalone addition to the Redemption series by New York Times Bestselling author, Sarah Castille.

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BOOK DESCRIPTION:

My sweet, sexy Penny has a dark side. Just like me.
I will have her. And then I will lose her, and suffer a lifetime of regret.

Rampage. Everyone loves him. He is Redemption’s top heavyweight fighter and the biggest gossip in the gym. But he isn’t the teddy bear everyone thinks he is. He’s hiding a dark secret-and he hates himself for it.

Twice a week, Rampage transforms into Master Jack, a notorious dom only the most hard-core submissives will play with. How can he-a Southern gentleman, bred to respect and protect women-want to dominate them?

But Penny Worthington wants him. Beneath her pearls, kitten heels, and prim British exterior beats a tortured heart…Master Jack is the only one who can set her free.

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Exclusive sneak peek at FIGHTING ATTRACTION!
Copyright © 2017 Sarah Castille

Jack “Rampage” Caldwell is the first MMA fighter I created for the Redemption series, and even when I first brought this Southern gentleman to life, I knew he had a secret. But Penny has a dark secret, too. After Jack discovers what she hides from the world, he makes her promise to come to him if she needs him. But trust doesn’t come easily for Penny. She breaks her promise, never expecting that Jack will find out. But, of course, he does…and crossing a sadist is never a good idea!

“I’ll call you back. Jack is here.”

Cora sucks in a sharp breath. “I’ll see you at class tonight. I can hardly wait to hear all about it.”

I end the call and swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s only been three days, and yet it feels like I haven’t seen Jack in forever. He’s wearing a white T-shirt that clings to his taut, muscle-ridged abdomen, and worn jeans that ride low on his narrow hips.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to keep my gaze above his belt.

He pins me with a direct stare, his eyes fierce and hard. I feel like he’s trying to see into my soul, but my heart is pounding so hard I’m not sure enough oxygen is getting to my brain to make any sense of what’s going on.

“Jack?”

His gaze rakes over my body, lingering on my thighs as if he can see beneath my skirt. He tenses, and his eyes narrow. If I didn’t know X-ray vision was impossible, I would swear he knows I broke my promise.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.” My pulse kicks up a notch. “Everyone’s out for the rest of the afternoon.”

He takes a step toward me, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.

“Lock the door.”

A thrill of fear shoots through me, and sweat beads on my forehead. What if he knows? Or suspects? What will he do?

“Now.” His deep, commanding Dom voice ripples through me, fanning the flames of my desire. Do I trust Jack enough to lock myself in the office with him, especially when I know what is coming? Do I trust myself?

I brush past him and lock the front door.

“Your office,” he snaps after I return.

I jump at his sharp tone and scramble out of his way as he brushes past me and through my office door, a lithe and powerful animal herding its prey.

“What’s going on?”

“Stand in front of the desk.” He gestures to the big oak desk Amanda and I refinished when we first moved into the building.

Puzzled, I do as he asks, my breath catching in my throat when he closes and locks the door behind him.

“Jack?”

He gives me his back as he draws the curtains at the side of my office. “Don’t move.”

A sting of disappointment hits me in the chest. Has he come to reject me all over again? Does he want to make sure I understand there is nothing between us? It shouldn’t bother me because I got the message the other night. I’m nothing. Nothing special. Nothing extraordinary. Not worth his time, especially since he’s on the cusp of fame. I’m just his pal. Plain old quirky Pen. But he doesn’t have to be so cold.

Worthless, no-good piece of shit.

No. No. No. My fingers tighten on the lip of the desk. I haven’t even started to heal from last night. I don’t need the past intruding on the present.

Jack leans against the door across from me, thick arms folded over his massive chest.
“Lift your skirt.”

Shock steals my breath away, and all I can do is stare.

“What?”

“You heard me. Lift your skirt. Now.”

Bang. Bang. Bang. My heart thuds frantically against my ribs. Adrenaline pounds through my veins, and I feel a rush of heat between my legs. He knows. I can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice…

“Why?” I whisper, stalling. And why is this turning me on?

“You know why,” he snaps. “You didn’t keep your promise.”

I smooth my hands over my cream skirt, silky underneath with a cotton macramé overlay, pressing it tight against my thighs. “It doesn’t matter if I kept it or not. We’re not in the club. There’s nothing between us. You made that clear the other night.”

“I fucked up the other night.” He shifts his stance. “I’m not good for you, Pen. You need to be with someone normal. A nice guy who’s going to treat you right and doesn’t want to hurt you.”

My hand fists on my thigh. “I don’t like nice guys. They don’t understand me. They’re too gentle. My life is about pain. Emotional and physical pain. It’s what I know, what I understand, what I need.”

“So you hurt yourself?”

“I didn’t—”

He cuts me off with a scowl. “Don’t lie to me.” He pauses, and his voice takes on a deeper, cutting edge. “Show me.”

My mouth goes dry at his abrupt command, and I fiddle with the edge of my skirt, at once indignant that he would try to boss me around and aroused that he did.

“What if I did?” I say defiantly. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”

His corded throat tightens when he swallows, and he fixes me with a level stare. “I’ll give you what you need.”

All the air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I feel a disconcerting wetness between my thighs. “You wouldn’t dare. I’m at work.”

“Try me.”

Electricity sparks in the air between us, and a curious mix of fear and arousal courses through my veins. Stiffening my spine, I curl my fingers under the edge of my skirt and draw it slowly, painfully slowly up my thighs. Jack stills. His eyes flick down and then back up again. He licks his lips, and his eyes darken.

I have awakened the beast.

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“Powerful. Gritty. And sexy beyond belief. Sarah is a true master!”- Opal Carew, New York Times bestselling author of HIS TO CLAIM

“Hilarious, hot and occasionally heartbreaking. I loved it! “- Maryse’s Book Blog on AGAINST THE ROPES

“Castille’s follow-up to the excellent Against the Ropes doesn’t pull its punches.” – Publishers Weekly, starred review for IN YOUR CORNER

“Emotionally charged, amazingly sexy, and flat out fantastic.”- Fresh Fiction on FULL CONTACT

 

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Sarah Castille is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Redemption Series, Ruin & Revenge Series, Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club series, Legal Heat series and the Club Excelsior series. A recovering lawyer with a fondness for dirty-talking alpha males, she now is a full-time writer, who lives on Vancouver Island.

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Maddox by Alta Hensley and Maggie Ryan

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MADDOX by Alta Hensley & Maggie Ryan is LIVE!
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“Maddox is such a delicious combination of alpha male and protector that you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for him.”~ Tabitha Black, USA Today Bestselling Author

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Maddox is the first book in a new series by the writing team of Alta Hensley and Maggie Ryan. Anyone who’s read their books knows that the spankings and alpha males are coming. That said, while I’m a huge fan of BDSM books, purely “spankies” as I call them, are not my favorites. While I certainly have no problems with spanking, doing it for pure punishment and being spanked for every minor infraction just doesn’t do it for me. But hey, it does for lots of women, (and some men) so I’m not judging, just stating a preference. As there was stated BDSM in here, I decided to take the plunge.

Adira, (A woman from Dubai) is from a family in which isn’t so squeaky clean. But her grandfather calls upon the Steeles to repay an old debt. The Steeles run an operation called The Black Mustangs, they rescue the innocent, as they believe that “The innocent should not pay for the sins of the father.” And after a tragedy leaves Adira in danger, Maddox saves her and they take her back to their ranch to protect her until the perpetrator can be found.

Adira isn’t happy about quite a bit about what goes on…yup, she gets spanked, a lot! But I really enjoyed the story, and despite the many times I wanted to spank Maddox myself, it got so much better! I’m really looking forward to Snyder and Anson’s books, but I have just one question? Do they not like American women? *grins*

Four and a half bare bottom Orgasms.

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Blurb:

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

Maddox 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 of the world. Known as The Black Stallions, their mission is simple—provide rescue and safety to the underground.

Adira Nazar has no idea her entire life is about to explode into a million pieces. With her life in extreme danger, her only choice is to hand over complete trust to a dark and mysterious man she has never met… Maddox Steele.

Just another job…

Someone to protect like all the others…

But when Maddox sets eyes on Adira, all bets are off. She is his save, and he’s determined to make sure that nothing happens to this exotic beauty trapped in a ruthless world.

Tucked away at The Black Stallion Ranch, and with the few clues they have, can the Steeles put together the pieces, or will they lose Adira to the clutches of darkness?

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

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Excerpts:

EXCERPT 1

 

Even glancing around the room, it seemed like more people watched than just the curious tourist. Her skin felt tingly, as if an electric eel had touched the glass behind her, sending a faint current through the pane to caress her skin. It felt as if her every move was being studied. Taking the time to look at each and every table in the restaurant, her eyes eventually locked on a man who sat in the shadows with another, and, instead of heat from an imagined source, chills ran down her spine. Where had she seen that man before? She couldn’t quite make out all of his features due to how the dim lighting of the room obscured her view, but something… there was something about him that she recognized. The Atlantis Palm Resort rarely had regulars—unless you counted the Nazars—so the fact that Adira felt she recognized a man, any man, scared her. She looked at her father, hoping he would pick up on her discomfort, but his attention was directed fully on the men at the table. Still alarmed, Adira looked over at the man in the shadows again and was surprised to find him, and his table mate no longer there.

 

EXCERPT 2

 

The way she said “Sir” with a definite tone of respect was so different than how she’d said it those first couple of times when she was simply parroting his demanding she use the word. Now her respectful tone suggested she was truly bestowing the title of “Sir” to him and though the word were wonderful to hear, it was the look in her eyes, the way she arched to him, the feel of her hand dropping to his cock that had him pressing her down into the mattress. His lips sucked in a nipple, his tongue stroking across the puckered point, giving it a nip before moving to her other breast. She arched beneath him. His palm was splayed on her abdomen and with her movement, he looked down. The glimmer in her navel had him bending to run the tip of his tongue around her belly button. He’d caught a glimpse of the diamond stud in the hollow of her navel before, both on the boat that first night as well as when she’d laid splayed on her bed earlier that night. But, now, with her beneath him, he gave it a much closer look and admitted it was sexy as hell.

 

EXCERPT 3

 

Taking a deep breath, Adira did as Jennie suggested. She closed her eyes and slowly extended her arms as Jennie had done. Tilting her head back to face the sun, she focused on the crescendo of the pulsating purring of the honey bees. And as her pulse slowed down, and her courage regained its rightful place, she began to ease her way into an easy twirl, one step at a time. Smiling wide, and feeling like every fear, every ounce of sadness, every insecurity she had felt earlier was swallowed up by the buzzing of the swirling bees around her. Jennie was right. Dancing with the bees captured everything dark, sweeping it away and replacing it with something as bright, brilliant and as sweet as the honey they produced. And in all that light, she saw one face.

Maddox.

And with that face, she felt one thing.

Love.

 

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“What are you doing?”

“Counting,” she said, her cheeks hollowing slightly as his cock protested its confinement. Popping the candy from her mouth, she shook her head. “You can’t just gobble them up all at once. A proper thanks would be to honor the sacrifice by relishing every single bite.” He watched as her tongue flicked out to run over the rounded sphere, her eyes twinkling as she then slid the sweet between her lips, sucking hard. Pulling it free once again, she said, “Haven’t you ever heard that commercial? How many licks does it take to get to the center?” He could only shake his head, his eyes glued to her mouth… her tongue as it swiped across the purple surface again. “I’ve found that it usually takes at least a hundred. I can usually lick and suck and make a single Tootsie-Pop last an hour but since grape is my favorite, sometimes I can’t help but bite a bit.”

Holy shit… just the thought of her sucking, licking, even biting… for an hour had him swallowing hard as she licked her lips, pursed them for an instant before opening them to slide the lollipop into her mouth. He’d never in his life considered the consumption of candy to be anything but a sugar rush… When she next slid the candy free, he didn’t even think. He bent forward and kissed her, lightly at first and then harder when her hand came up and went around his neck. Cupping the back of her head, he pressed his tongue between her lips, following the path of the candy she’d eaten. He could taste the grape flavoring but the best taste was what could only be Adira. It was her moan and the fingers curling into his hair that had him pulling back. Fuck… he couldn’t do this. His dad would have his hide if he thought for a single moment that his son was taking advantage of a client. Still, he didn’t have it within himself to apologize. Instead, he took her hand and led the treat back to her lips, thinking how fucking lucky the Tootsie-Pop was as she sucked it inside.

 

About the Authors:

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.

Website: http://www.maggieryanauthor.com/
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Blackmailed by BJ Wane

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Blackmailed by the awesomely talented BJ Wane, is the fourth book in the Virginia Bluebloods series. This time, we visit funpark owner, Wes Montgomery. If you weren’t aware, or may have forgotten, Wes had a huge falling out with his last girlfriend/submissive. He’s been mum on the subject with both family and friends.
Charlotte is a rich woman who’s being sold into marriage by her cousin, all over a merger. He hangs her charity over her head. She decides to go to a bar, looking to forget her troubles. Wes is there, but he doesn’t pay attention to her, and she doesn’t hit on him. She ends up in another bar she should’nt. Despite himself, Wes sees her go in and decides to check on her, she’s having a “Situation.”
They end up together, but Wes ends up coldly walking away from her. As fate would have it, he runs into her again, but he gets the wrong idea and decides to blackmail her into a relationship with him. A limited time, D/s relationship. Charlie once again ends up in the wrong place/wrong time. A huge misunderstanding just as she’s settling in could cost her everything.
I swear, this series, and BJ’s writing, just keeps getting better and better! I really wish it could go on for a long, long time. A sequel perhaps? A spin-off? That club must have a bunch of available Doms to write about? (I’ll take 2 thanks!)
I realize, I’m totally fan-girling here, but other than the fact I wanted to smack Wes upside the head with a 4×4, I just totally loved this book! It may be time for a new category on my Kindle. “Books I intend to read over, and over ad-infinitum.”
This book gets 5 Screaming Orgasms
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Charlotte Heffington can no more ignore Wes Montgomery’s coercion into a short affair than she could forget the erotic experiences he gave her their one night together.  After several exciting, pleasure-filled trysts, she starts questioning whether she would be able to walk away unscathed and accept the future her cousin has mapped out for her or be left to crave the pleasures only Wes could give her.  When Wes turns on her, she’s finally had enough of others manipulating her life and vows to take control of her future.

Wes swore off relationships after a betrayal left him bitter towards women, but he reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who looked completely out of her comfort zone when she walked into a downtown bar one Friday night.  After caving to her inexperienced come-on and his uncharacteristic response, he spends an unforgettable night with her.  A week later, a chance meeting reveals her true identity and he feels taken in all over again.  In a rash move, he blackmails her into an affair that turns the tables on him when he finds himself feeling things for her he’s never felt for another woman.  Hearing she’s engaged shatters his belief in happily ever after again and his angry tirade when he confronts her separates them on a bitter note.

After learning the truth, Wes tries to make amends, but when that fails, he resorts to drastic, pleasurable means to convince her to give him another chance, but will it be enough?

Check out these other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series:  Blindsided, book one, Bind Me To You, book two and Surrender To Me, book three.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes including BSDM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

 

EXCERPT 1:  This scene takes place in the indoor pool at Wes’s sports complex and he’s giving Charlie her first swimming lesson-naked, of course!

Charlotte inhaled just in time to avoid a mouth full of water then clung to his slick body as they went down.  Fear of the unknown sent panic rushing to the surface, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his wide, muscled strength in a stranglehold of desperation.  Then he shifted the arm he held around her back down to her buttocks, his hand delving between her spread legs, and her panic soon took second place to pleasure.  With a hard kick, he sent their bodies up through the water, his fingers teasing her slit, then her clit all the way.  Wrapped around over six feet of solid muscle with his chest hair tickling her nipples and his fingers teasing her clit, terror gave way to thrilling excitement.

Infused with sensation as they breached the top, she gasped for some much needed air, keeping her body plastered to his, her face buried in his thick neck as he teased and tormented her to the edge of orgasm over and over.  “Wes, God, please.”

“I think you like swimming,” he whispered in her ear as he took them back to the shallow end until he could stand.

“What are you doing?” she gasped when he pulled her arms from around his neck and nudged her shoulders back.

“Relax.  I told you you’re safe with me.  Keep your legs locked around me and lie back, arms outspread.  I’m going to show you how easy, and how much fun, floating can be.”

Prepared to go under, she was surprised to discover he was right.  Even though her thighs ached from maintaining her tight hold around his waist, the rest of her body bobbed on top of the water.  The constant undulation sent soft caress’s of warm water over her waist and breasts, keeping her arousal teetering on the edge of frustrated unfulfillment.  Or maybe it was Wes’s dark gaze moving over her supine body along with his hands that had her so desperate for relief.  When he covered her breasts with his palms then pinched her nipples by scissoring open then closed his first two fingers, the sharp pinch tore another plea from her.  “Wes, please.

Hearing his name in that breathy whimper of need had Wes’s cock jerking, his desire to torment her further now a two-edged sword.  Sucking it up, he slid his hands under her ass and kneaded her soft buttocks, saying, “Tell me what you want, Charlie.”

He watched her expressive face as indecision fought with need, her struggle to set aside her embarrassment to get what she wanted.  He helped her out by parting her buttocks then teasing her anus with the stroke of one finger over the puckered orifice.  The shock and pleasure flaring in her eyes came with a soft, startled cry.  He felt more than saw the small shudder his touch set off and wondered if anal play was new to her.  “Tell me,” he demanded again.

Charlotte could think of only one thing to say.  “More.”

EXCERPT 2: This scene takes place in a hotel elevator on their way to her room for a one-night stand.

“Did I mention I insist on being in charge?  Like this.”  He took her mouth again, his assault deep and hard, her response quick and eager.  Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed up her smooth thigh until he reached a surprisingly full, soft buttock.  With his mouth glued to hers, he kept her busy with his tongue as he delved inside her panties and lowered them to just below her ass.  Then got her attention with a hard swat on one buttock.

Surprise more than the sudden sting from his slap had Charlotte jerking her head back, the warmth spreading over her cheek matching that covering her face.  “What was that for?” she asked, praying her voice didn’t reveal the shocking pleasure spreading from her tingling butt down to her sheath.

“A little example of what I’ll do if you don’t give me the control I’ll insist on when we get to your room.  Think hard and fast-what the hell is your name?”

She couldn’t help it.  She giggled like a teenager on her first date instead of a grown woman about to have raunchy sex with a complete stranger.  “Charlie,” she told him, liking the sound of her abbreviated name, and liking him, gruff exterior and all.

Pressing the Start button on the elevator panel, he responded with a wry grin tugging the corners of his mouth.  “I’m Wes, and,” he squeezed the buttock he slapped, “if you don’t want those doors to open on your exposed, red ass, I suggest you answer me.  Fast.”

Charlotte could think of only one way to respond to the rough urgency she heard in his voice, the same rough urgency spreading through her, brought on by that stimulating smack and threatening to send her spinning out of control soon.  “Yes, I’m sure.”

EXCERPT 3: In this scene, Wes is about to test his feelings for Charlie as he allows others to pleasure her.

He took Charlotte’s breath, and her panic away with his soul stealing mouth.  Within seconds those talented lips had her moaning with the slow rise of renewed lust.  As he pressed his hard body against her, enveloping her in his strength, she barely registered the hands pulling her feet apart, hardly felt the soft cuffs wrapping around her ankles.  It wasn’t until she tried to tighten her spread legs and couldn’t she realized the other two men had bound them between a rod.

She whimpered into his mouth, pressed her naked body even closer to him until the rough denim of his jeans abraded her thighs and bare pubis and his belt buckle bit into her stomach.  His tight clasp of her face kept her secure, helped the panic to recede as he ravaged her mouth over and over, his lips molding hers, his tongue stroking her tongue and everywhere else he could reach.

And then warm breath tickled her ear, teeth nibbled down her arched neck as Wes tilted her head and the other two men shifted closer.  Close enough to touch.  Hands, so many hands, as if an octopus had her in its tentacles, molded, shaped and squeezed the pliant flesh of her breasts and buttocks and everywhere in between.  Pure, uncensored sensation took over, so when Wes released her mouth and asked in that guttural tone she loved so much, “Yes or no, Charlie?” there was only one answer she could give him.  “Yes!” because it would be sheer lunacy to turn down what they were offering her, what they were doing to her, what they were promising her.

“Would you rather be blindfolded?” Wes asked her, her response to Dale and Eli’s hands on her going straight to his already engorged cock.

“No, I-I can close my eyes, if I need to.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured.  “We’ll take good care of you, baby.”

EXCERPT 4:  In this scene, Wes has just learned Charlie’s true identity and anger at her perceived duplicity had him issuing a blackmail threat he never thought she’d accept.

Stunned at the second blackmail threat in two weeks, Charlotte could only gape at him for a split second.  “You don’t even like me,” she whispered, trying to find a way out of this despite the way her pulse leapt at the thought of being with him again, of feeling the stretch and burn of his pounding strokes, of experiencing more of those awesome orgasms.

“If you please me, I’ll like you a whole lot more.”

“What-what would you expect of me, I mean…”

“I’ve always found it better to show rather than tell.  Come with me.”

When he stepped back, she exhaled a sigh of relief until he snatched her hand and pulled her into the barn.  Tripping behind him, she followed him into a small tack room, casting a quick, nervous glance back when he shut and locked the door.  “Why’d you bring me in here?”  The odors of leather and horse caused her nose to twitch, but didn’t detract from her pulse pounding awareness of their seclusion from the few people she saw mingling in the stables.

In for a penny, in for a pound, Wes thought as he spun her around and placed her palms against the wood wall.  Now he’d thought about his impromptu threat, he decided he liked the idea of having her under his control again.  Actions have consequences as she’s about to learn.

Pressing against her back, he ran his hands down her braced arms then her sides before inching around her waist to undo her slacks.  “I’ll show you what I expect from you when I call, and what’ll happen if you don’t do as I say.”

He had her pants dropping to her knees with a tug, her plain white panties following with a yank.  Her full body shudder that accompanied her surprised gasp had him smiling at her for the first time that day.  “I’ll tell you where and when to meet me,” he whispered in her ear right before sinking his teeth onto the small, soft lobe.  “And,” he continued as he slipped one finger past her damp seam into the even wetter recess of her pussy, “I’ll expect you to do whatever I command.  But don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.”  He stroked her clit, satisfied when she jumped and shook with that small contact.  “And if you don’t obey me,” he took a step back, left his finger inside her and swatted her right cheek, “I’ll have all kinds of ways to punish you.”  He slapped her again, leaving a bright red imprint on both white buttocks.  “But if you’re good,” he stroked her clit again just as he smacked her ass, “I’ll give you both pleasure and pain.  You remember how the two set you off before?”

“Yes,” Charlotte groaned, that memory burned into her brain just like his hard hand burned across her buttocks as he slapped her over and over, his finger rasping her clit until she writhed between the two overwhelming sensations.

“Good girl, Charlie.  If you want me to keep my silence, you’ll continue to be honest with me during our liaison.”  Small contractions gripped his finger, heralding her climax.  Before she could topple over that precipice, he pulled out of her, gave her two more resounding swats then jerked her clothes back up.

 

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The Kiss of a Man (Promo)

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Brent Parker, a 26-year-old Investment Banker, is a Dom on the lookout for a new Sub. He wants a young woman he can train.

Cynthia Carmichael is a 20-year-old Private Secretary, the only daughter of a possessive and over-protective Diplomat.

When Brent and Cynthia come together at a society wedding, sparks fly.

Brent resolves to give the gorgeous, fiery tempered girl, a wide berth, but he can’t seem to banish her from his thoughts.

Could she be the Sub he’s been searching for?

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Chapter One

The day was warm, perfect for a garden reception. The view over Sydney Harbour was breathtakingly stunning. Brent noted, most people took advantage of it by standing at the bottom of the reception venue’s grounds.

“Yoohoo! Brent.” A high pitched voice screeched from directly behind him. His shoulders tightened as he cringed.

Brent let out an audible groan as he turned to watch Melody Wilson totter down to where he stood with his friends, Pete French and Jackson Bligh. The men had been his close friends throughout school and remained so. All three men perused Melody’s body as she sashayed toward them.

“Could that dress get any shorter?” Jack asked, licking his lips.

“I don’t know how she walks in those shoes. How do the heels not sink into the grass?” As the words left Pete’s lips, Melody’s six-inch heels lodged in the grass sending her toppling toward them.

Jack wore her Martini down the front of his Pierre Cardin suit. Seconds later, Pete finished up on his back on the ground. Melody sprawled out on top of him.

Brent erupted in laughter which drew twin glares from his friends. He reached down and assisted a now bawling Melody to her feet. She attempted to attach herself to his chest, but Brent stood her away. He’d had his fill of prima-donna, spoilt, rich brats.

As Brent turned to help Pete to his feet, Melody was led away by her friends.

The three men returned to their discussion, relieved to be rid of her.

“I don’t know what it is about that woman, but she irritates the hell out of me.” Pete brushed grass from his suit.

Brent nodded in silent agreement.

“Is she seeing anyone at the moment?” Jack asked, dabbing at the moisture on his shirt.

Brent and Pete’s jaws dropped open, and they stared at him in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you would consider going out with her?” Pete asked.

“She might be a good fuck, you never know.” Jack grinned at his friends.

“Even a good fuck wouldn’t be worth putting up with everything else about her. Leave it be, Jack.” Pete warned.

“I agree with Pete on this one, Jack. Melody would run off to daddy if she doesn’t get what she wants and you could find yourself in all sorts of shit. It wouldn’t be a lot of fun trying to convince the Deputy Prime Minister his daughter is a lying slut.”

Jack sighed. “Oh well, one can but wonder.”

“Wonder about someone with a less dangerous daddy.” Brent reiterated.

A waiter offered them fresh drinks from a tray, and all three men helped themselves to a lemon, lime, and bitters. None of them ever drank at these social occasions; they had reputations to protect.

“The meal will be served in twenty minutes gentlemen. A bell will ring five minutes before you are required to be seated.”

“Thank you.” Brent acknowledged.

 

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I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.
With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

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Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 9/6/16
Publisher: Sunday Morning Publishing

After his fall to Earth, Icarus has been in Hell, punished for his hubris. When he wins a chance at parole, he’s thrilled – except for the set of wings attached to his body.

Eve Gregory runs a small bookstore in northern Connecticut. When she hires the handsome stranger to work for her, she doesn’t know the secrets he’s hiding. Or that becoming involved with him will embroil her with the Greek gods and goddesses.

Icarus and Eve must perform a quest set down for them by Zeus. If they are successful, will that be end of their relationship? Or will love teach them a new way to soar?

 

Excerpt One:

Athena sat on the edge of the bed, going through her purse. Icarus grimaced, but went to his bag and pulled out a shirt and pair of jeans that weren’t too wrinkled. Athena was right—he did need some new clothes—but he was not going shopping with her looking over his shoulder. He grabbed his shaving kit and the clothes and headed for the bathroom.
The shower was hot and worked surprisingly well. Once Icarus had finished washing, shaved, and dressed in his clean clothes, he felt much better. He came out of the bathroom to find Athena had opened his laptop and was typing away. Apparently, passwords were not a problem for ancient Goddesses of Wisdom.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m updating my Wikipedia page. Some of this information is incorrect,” she replied absently.
Icarus laughed. “Don’t you think they might find it odd if you add material that the modern world doesn’t know about you?”
Athena pouted. “I have added it before, but they keep removing it since it doesn’t have proper sources.” She shrugged and closed the laptop cover. “Ready?”
“I guess so.”
Athena waved a hand, and he was back in front of the bookstore. No one on the street seemed to notice his sudden appearance.
Icarus was abruptly nervous. He was not worried about the job; he was pretty sure he was more than qualified for making lattes and recommending books. Eve Gregory was the object of his concern. Petite little Eve with her golden eyes and black hair framing her oval face. Pretty, too-trusting-for-her-own-good Eve. Whatever scheme Athena had in mind also involved Eve, and that was worrisome. He straightened his shoulders, opened the door, and walked into the store.

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The imp had come to him where he sat on a pile of stones, watching Sisyphus roll his rock uphill unceasingly. Icarus had found that once he was used to his wings, boredom was his biggest torment in Hell. There was nothing to do. He did not delight in the suffering of others, and there was no other entertainment.
The little imp had bowed, then said in a high squeaky voice, “My lord, Hades, wishes you to attend him at once.”
Icarus did not react. Better to not let the demon know how astounded he was by the summons. Instead, he stood up and followed the creature through the tunnels and caverns back to Hades’ great hall.
He was bewildered when they bypassed the entrance of the Great Hall to instead pass through a tunnel where Hades and Persephone had their private apartments. The Queen of the Underworld was only there six months of the year, but Icarus had seen her from a distance. She was beautiful but sad-looking. Icarus wasn’t sure if it were better or worse to be able to leave Hell for six months of the year. Still, it was something different he could spend hours pondering to waste more time.
The imp paused before a door and stepped aside to allow Icarus to enter. He did so with some trepidation and found a comfortable sitting area. There was a table that held the remains of a meal and brightly-colored flowers adorned a vase. Persephone must be in residence.
He waited near the door, sweat running down his back between his feathered appendages. While this room was cooler than most parts of Hell in deference to its Queen, it was still warm. And he was nervous.
Icarus startled when Hades walked into the room from an entrance tucked in a corner. He hummed to himself; the pleasant sound eased some of Icarus’ dread.
Hades straightened up and smirked when he saw Icarus. He poured some wine into a goblet and sipped at the cup, licking a red droplet from the rim. He did not offer any to Icarus, who, though dead, still felt his mouth dry in a memory of thirst. Hades found his chair and sat, took another drink, then put the cup down precisely in front of him. He leaned forward and placed his chin on his fist, studying Icarus for a few long minutes. Hades did not speak during the entire performance.
Finally, he crossed his hands over his stomach. “Your father, Daedalus, has asked a boon of my brother, Zeus.”
He paused again, obviously enjoying the suspense. Icarus refused to give him the pleasure he sought, so he kept his face impassive and waited, struggling not to give any sign of his shock and curiosity.
Hades rolled his eyes, then continued. “Your father is a favorite of my brother. He has created many amusements for Zeus over the years with his various inventions.” Hades shrugged, picked up his goblet, then put the cup back again. He slid a long finger around the rim of the cup, round and round. His behavior made Icarus anxious; it wasn’t like the Lord of the Underworld to be so hesitant.
“Your father has requested your parole, and Zeus has decreed that the time for your punishment is over. You have spent over two millennia in Hell with great patience and forbearance. So you are to be released.” Hades raised his hand palm out when Icarus gave an involuntary jerk at the words. “There are conditions.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Icarus croaked. The dryness had spread from his mouth down his throat. There was a roaring in his ears, and Icarus felt like he might heave up the contents of his stomach if there was anything left in his nonliving body.
“You will be returned to Earth as a living being. Athena has agreed to give you knowledge of the modern world to help you assimilate. The manner in which people live today has changed considerably since your previous time on Earth.”
“Thank you, my lord.” He started to bow but stopped when Hades spoke once more.
“That is not all. Your wings.”
Icarus’s eyes widened in amazement. If he were to live among men once more, he would not be able to keep his wings. Perhaps Hades thought he would miss them, but it was not so. He hated them, the symbol of his downfall, and couldn’t wait to get rid of them. Icarus would gladly give them up. So he was shocked at Hades’ next words.
“You will keep the wings as a reminder of your transgression. Accommodation will be made so that the wings fold into your body, but you will have them as a constant memory of your sin against Apollo. It will set you apart from other men, even if only in your own mind. Do you agree to these conditions?”
Icarus did not hesitate. “Yes, my lord.” He would reconcile himself to the hated wings for the chance to live as a man once more.
Hades nodded. “Then your father’s boon is granted.” He flicked a finger, and Icarus was assaulted with pain he had not felt since the wings had been added to his body. He fell to his hands and knees as his back was split once more and the wings folded inside his torso. He trembled with the shock, but the pain continued as his long dormant heart started beating once more. The agony of his body coming back to life was unbelievable, but he bore it. Long minutes passed until the torment finally ceased. He lay on the floor, sweating, and his renewed body ached from its rejuvenation.
When Icarus finally pushed himself up on his knees, Hades spoke again. “You now have what appears to be a long ridge of scar tissue on each side of your spine.” Hades shrugged. “Explain them however you please if another human is curious. But the wings will appear when you need them and contract back into their compartments when you have finished with them.”
Icarus clenched his fists but finally managed to get his legs underneath him and stood erect. His body felt odd without the weight of the wings dragging at his shoulders. Icarus grimly promised himself that they would never be freed from their compartment unless there was a dire need.

 

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