Arranged by Lexi Blake

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arrangedKash Kamdar is the king of a peaceful but powerful island nation. As Loa Mali’s sovereign, he is always in control, the final authority. Until his mother uses an ancient law to force her son into marriage. His prospective queen is a buttoned-up intellectual, nothing like Kash’s usual party girl. Still, from the moment of their forced engagement, he can’t stop thinking about her.

Dayita Samar comes from one of Loa Mali’s most respected families. The Oxford-educated scientist has dedicated her life to her country’s future. But under her staid and calm exterior, Day hides a few sexy secrets of her own. She is willing to marry her king, but also agrees that they can circumvent the law. Just because they’re married doesn’t mean they have to change their lives. It certainly doesn’t mean they have to fall in love.

After one wild weekend in Dallas, Kash discovers his bride-to-be is more than she seems. Engulfed in a changing world, Kash finds exciting new possibilities for himself. Could Day help him find respite from the crushing responsibility he’s carried all his life? This fairy tale could have a happy ending, if only they can escape Kash’s past…

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First, I would just like to say I’m a huge fan of Lexi’s and a huge fan of the Masters and Mercenaries series. I sincerely hope Lexi doesn’t get upset, but not so much a fan of this book.

The writing, as always, is brilliant, but after the beginning, when we see Kash and Dayita as two college kids at Oxford, the two characters take a decidedly different course. Kash becomes a spoiled brat who parties and sleeps with prostitutes, and Day becomes…Mistress Day. And right there is about where you lost me in the plot.

I am not a fan of books with dommes, especially if I haven’t known them throughout a series. I pretty much will skip books in a series where the female is the dominant. I just found Day to be too bossy, too arrogant, and trying too hard to prove she wore the pants in the kingdom. It was cool seeing the other members of Ian’s team inserted here and there trying to keep the royals from Moa Laui safe, but not enough to make me truly happy. I shall just have to wait for the next book.

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“Are we a happy couple?”

“I don’t think we’ve had time enough to be sure of that yet, but I know we were once.” She’d thought it through in a way she never had before. She had a much different view of those months with Kash in England. “You were courting me back then, weren’t you? You wanted me to be your girlfriend.”

He sat down in the plush chair that dominated the sitting area portion of his bedroom. Normally they stayed in the living room, but he’d wanted more privacy. This was the only place in his suite that wasn’t covered by CCTV, the only place where they could truly be alone. Everything about the space was masculine and decadent, including the man himself. With his hair disheveled and his chest on display, it wasn’t hard at all to see him as a primal male.

One she’d dearly enjoy taming.

“I don’t think you realized it at the time.”

She was willing to admit her faults. “I didn’t. I had my nose in a book most of the time back then and I had little experience with men. No, I had no idea you were interested in me beyond copying my notes from class when you slept in.”

“It would surprise you to know that I often thought about sleeping in with you.” His voice had gone low and gentle. “I was crazy about you back then, Day. I find myself in the same position today, but I don’t want to scare you. I know you think we should take this slow and I will honor your wishes, but I want this marriage to work. You see me as a playboy, but I don’t want to be some forty-plus player who trades on his money to keep young girls around him. I think it might be time for me to find out if I can be the king my father would have wanted me to be.”

It was all she needed to hear. If he wanted to try, she was ready. Despite his reputation, she’d fallen right back into a peaceful friendship with him. He’d been the old Kash, supporting her when she needed it. He’d asked her questions about her work with the education department and then gave her ideas on how to handle the parliament. He hadn’t told her what she should do. He’d suggested, debated.

“I think you’ll find me less averse to giving this marriage a real try than you think. I was planning on talking to you about using the Palm Ceremony to begin to explore what we could be as a couple.”

He frowned. “I’m not sure what that means. You want to talk? Or have counseling? Because that sounds terrible.”

“I was talking about sex, Kashmir. I thought we could use this time to see if we’re sexually compatible.”

He popped up out of his chair like an eager puppy. “Yes. I think that is a brilliant idea. We should start now. Don’t worry. I intend to be gentle with you.”

She didn’t move at all. “Like you are with your lovely flowers?”

“Women deserve a man’s care,” he said quietly. “Day, I can’t erase my past.”

“I don’t want you to.” He misunderstood her problems with his statement. “But I do need you to understand that I’m not one of those flowers. I’m not here to sit at your side and bat my eyelashes in the hopes that you’ll buy something for me. I don’t work like that. I don’t care about your money.”

“That is easy for you to say. You’re about to have access to all of it, aren’t you?”

He had a point. “Even if I wasn’t, that wouldn’t be why I would want you, Kash. Sit down. We have some things to talk about before we get started. Come here close to me.”

He moved to the chaise she was sitting on, lowering himself down with a sullen frown. “I knew there would be talking.”

She was fairly certain his lovely flowers did very little talking, but he would get used to it. “Why did you want me back then?”

“I liked you. I liked talking to you. I liked being around you. I rather liked who I was when I was around you.” His expression softened. “I don’t think you knew how alluring you were to someone like me. You didn’t understand how beautiful you were, so you didn’t use it against me. Most women do.”

“Well, that happens when you surround yourself with women who are mostly valued for their looks. I don’t blame them. They’ve been told their beauty is the only thing worthy about them. If you want to meet women who don’t feel that way, you should probably expand out of models and actresses.”

“Well, you would be surprised how many gorgeous, sexy physicists turn me down because I’m not smart enough for them.”

 

 

 

 

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh 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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Dangerous Interference by BJ Wane

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DANGEROUS INTERFERENCE

 

BJ Wane

 

Genre: Erotic Romance, Suspense, Spanking, Menage
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Publication Date: January 6, 2017

 

Blurb:

After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.

 

Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.

 

The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?

 

Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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 Dangerous Interference is a more suspenseful book coming from BJ, but with the same juicy, kinky, spankalicious sex we’ve come to know and love from her. And as great as I think her writing is, I swear it only gets better every time!

Alaina is a forensic police photographer with the NYPD looking for her missing sister. Her search brings her to Blue Springs, Maine. And Alaina Malloy just wants to find her troubled sister and leave the sleepy, backwoods town and get back to the hustle and bustle of busy New York.

But, she hadn’t counted on their sheriff, Randy Jenzen, or his friend, a Scotland Yard detective, Noah Osbourne, to show up every time she tries to investigate. Neither of them want her to compromise the case, especially when Noah’s involvement is supposed to be a secret, and one of Randy’s best friends may know what happened. So they show Alaina what happens when she doesn’t listen. Soon, incidents start to happen, and Alaina just may be in the line of fire. Can her two, strong, dominants keep her safe?

You’ll most definitely want to check this book out! The sex scenes were hot! The suspense was explosive! BJ Wane has arrived!

 
5 Sexy, Spankadelic Stars!

 

Excerpt:

“Am I going to have to put a tail on you for the rest of your stay, Alena?” And by that he meant either he or Nash keeping close tabs on her.

Wanting a little payback, she presented him with a soft smile and drawled with feigned innocence, “Why, whatever do you mean, Sheriff?” Laying a small bite of roll on her tongue, she took her time licking her two fingers before releasing a low, “Mmmmm,” from deep in her throat.

“Bugger it.” This time it was Nash’s turn to swear and Randy sent him a quick look of commiseration before scowling at her again, not that he thought his fiercest glare would do any good. He knew Nash, just like him, was picturing that same satisfaction reflected on her face as he, or they, brought her to climax.

“You keep it up, you’ll force me to up the consequences for your interference. Which would you prefer, my belt or a night or two in my jail?”

Okay, that just wasn’t right. Her body’s instant reaction of a gush of moisture between her legs to that threat was as unnerving as standing too close to the edge of a cliff, a cliff she’d been maintaining a precarious balance on since first setting eyes on those two. Both men made her look twice, which said something; the fact they each made her fantasize and want, made her ache, screamed it. She was in trouble.

DANGEROUS INTERFERENCE is an awesome erotic suspense that kept me engaged from beginning to end. Well-written with excellent characterization, some of the hottest menage scenes I’ve ever read interlaced with emotional drama, Ms. Wane has penned yet another keeper. A definite must-read!
– Bethany, Goodreads Reviewer

 

You’ll most definitely want to check this book out! The sex scenes were hot! The suspense was explosive! BJ Wane has arrived!
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About BJ Wane

 

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.

 

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Love My Pain by Sam Crescent

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Edward Banner is so out of his depth, and he knows it. Falling for a waitress that is younger than he is was one thing. Falling for a woman who self-harms? That is another thing altogether. He doesn’t understand it. But he can’t bear to see it happen, and there’s no turning back. 

Isabel Benson has not lived a great life. Abandoned by her parents from a young age, she was the one who raised her little sister. When the pressures of life got too much, she found one solution to get herself through, the only thing she could ever control, cutting. It’s hers alone. Her little secret—until Edward catches her. 

He wants her to stop, but she doesn’t know if she can. There is no easy way to help. But he’s not walking away like so many people have in her life. He’s not going to stop loving her, and he’s not going to stop being there. 

Can Isabel find the strength to see that she doesn’t need to hurt herself anymore? Will Edward stay true to his word, and stay by her side? 

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Sam Crescent is one of my faves, but this time she’s decided to tackle a subject a bit more on the serious side, cutting. After reading Love My Pain, I think Sam did a great job with it. I was a little miffed with Edward in the beginning for leaving Isabel alone when she was chained up in the dungeon, since that’s just a huge no-no, otherwise, Edward was a terrific character who handled everything well.

Isabel Benson cuts herself on occasion to feel. She’s had a rough childhood where her parents made her feel awful, that is, when they bothered to be around. They left her to raise her sister Sophie.

Edward is a bit older than Isabel, but he’s determined to help her with her problem. He’s also just a friend. But he’s also attracted to Isabel. When Isabel finally admits what she wants and needs, Edward may just have a change of heart that will heal them both.

I enjoyed this book immensely, and even though it’s part of a series, it is a stand alone.

5 Dark and Domalicious Stars

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Was it possible for Edward to fall in love with her? She already knew her feelings for him. She loved him, knew without a doubt that she did. Her feelings when it came to him had been building from that very first time he walked into the diner.

She had been captivated by him, and now, she wanted to be everything he needed.

It had been nearly two weeks since he had taken her kit from her, and she hadn’t felt the need for it. There was no weekly ritual in her life for the kit. It wasn’t like she set a day every week, and then stuck to it.

The only time she had used it was when she couldn’t stand not to. The longest she had been without hurting herself was three months. Three months she could handle. Two weeks were a piece of cake.

Cleaning the dishes, she felt Edward close beside her. He stood, drying up the dishes that she washed.

The cut on her thigh was all healed up, and she didn’t know how to tell him.

Her body was on fire for him. She wanted him so badly. Her dreams at night were getting hotter.

With no release, she was finding it hard to concentrate on anything else. His hands looked so big, and she wondered what they would be like on her body, touching her. Her imagination was running riot right now.

“My legs are fine,” she said, blurting the words out, and cringing as she finished.

“I’m sorry?”

“My leg. It’s fine. No more damage.” She had still covered it with tape just in case. She didn’t want to risk the scab opening up and bleeding.

Handing him the final plate, she cleaned the sink up and washed her hands.

“Show me,” he said.

Staring at him, and around the kitchen, she licked her dry lips. She wasn’t nervous about showing him her healed leg. No, she was more nervous about him discovering the truth of her arousal. She was wet. Even her panties were wet.

Grow up. You’re twenty-five for God’s sake. Get your shit together.

Unbuttoning her jeans, she lowered the zipper and wriggled the jeans down to her knees. The shirt she wore covered her thighs, so she lifted it up. All she wanted to do was cover up. Most of her old scars were faded, some of them just silvery strips similar to wounds made in surgery. Only hers were not perfect.

She had never gone too deep, or hurt herself to the point that she needed to go to the hospital for stitches. As with all things in her life, she had been careful.

Holding her shirt at the apex of her thighs, she was praying that he didn’t notice her wet panties, or the scent of her arousal.

Isabel truly believed that she could smell herself. Edward knelt down, and she watched him as he removed the Band-Aid from her thigh. The scab was nice and clean. For as long as she could, she kept it exposed so the scab would form quickly. She had even opted for some skirts to help with the process, only long skirts though, down to her ankles, hiding everything.

“Remove your jeans,” he said.

Her Master and Commander (Pleasure Island 1) by Anya Summers

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Blurb:

Naomi is fleeing a bad marriage. Her battered and bruised soul needs a place where she can hide away from the rest of the world – and where her abusive ex-husband won’t find her. A native of Miami, she takes an offer to work as a maid on a resort island far away from civilization. She never expected that resort to be an exclusive BDSM club. Nor did she expect to have all sorts of wicked fantasies about her new boss.

Jared immediately recognizes the sweet submissive within his newest employee. What’s surprising to him is the desire he feels toward her. He sets out on a campaign to conquer Naomi’s hesitation and show her pleasure beyond her wildest imaginings. And when he catches her going through his personal belongings, what starts as a discipline session turns into one of the hottest, most erotic nights of his life.

Jared sets out to convince the hesitant, sweet sub to submit to him for more than one night. But when Naomi’s ex-husband descends on the island and kidnaps her in the middle of a devastating hurricane, Jared will be forced to use every weapon in his arsenal to save her.

Publisher’s Note: Her Master and Commander, the first in Anya Summers’ exciting new series, contains explicit sexual themes including anal, as well as strong elements of BDSM.

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Her Master and Commander by Anya Summers is the first book in a brand new series that is an offshoot of the Dungeon Fantasy Club series. When I saw Anya had a new book out, I got super excited, as I have all of the DFC books (Except the domme one, not a fan of domme books) When I saw that it was Jared’s (Her Highland Master DFC Book 1) ((Amazon))

book, I did a little chair dance. I’ve always thought that Jared deserved his own story, his own HEA. I’m doubly glad that he’s stepped out of Declan’s shadow, despite the fact that they are best friends, I never thought Jared belonged as the butler. But in Her Master and Commander we start with Jared making the decision to leave Scotland for a private island near Nassau. He can’t play third to Declan and Zoey’s relationship anymore, being the occasional third. He loves Zoey too much and needs to distance himself.

Six months later, and the island is a lifestyler’s paradise. There’s a hotel and bungalows, all outfitted for BDSM play. Even the pool are and outside paths have play spots. (Can I go?) Jared hires a new maid that he finds himself instantly attracted to, Naomi Cates. But her eyes are full of sadness and secrets, secrets he’s determined to find out.

Naomi is on the run from her ex. She figures Pleasure Island will be safe and he won’t find her. But she finds herself attracted to her boss, and that’s a no no. Can she resist him? Jared finds himself an in with her when she messes up. But will he stick around, or is his love for Zoey still interfering? And can he save her in time when the worst happens?

This book was a great start to a new series! I’m positively thrilled at the prospect of new books for the secondary characters, lots of Masters and submissives. I thought Naomi was a great match for Jared, despite what she’d gone through with her ex, she has lot’s of spunk and fire. Jared is positively swoonworthy, though not perfect. He did have some off moments, especially with how he treated Naomi the morning after his phone call with Declan and Declan’s good news. Definitely a book I’d re-read over and over again!

5 Positively Pleasureful Stars

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Her Master & Commander, Book 1
Her Music Masters, Book 2
Their Shy Submissive, Book 2.5
Her Lawful Master, Book 3
Her Undercover Doms, Book 3.5
Her Rockstar Dom, Book 4
Duets & Dominance, Book 5
Ménage In Paradise, Book 6
Her Rodeo Masters, Book 7

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Taking Control (Sons Of Sinners 4) Erika Reed

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Sienna Atkins had seen it all growing up on the streets as a foster kid. But if it weren’t for the help of her brother Linc, she would have never survived the streets alone. Linc protected her, made sure no harm ever came to her after the night she was attacked. And now as an adult, she had everything she ever wanted in life, but she was tired of being under the watchful eye of big brother. She craved to be cherished and loved as the woman she had come to be. She had needs just as any woman, desires that she could no longer contain while being around the two men who were hired by her brother to watch over her.

Marx and Dalton had spent their lives getting themselves in and out of trouble. Being friends from early childhood, they each knew what the other liked and disliked most. And when they met the beautiful Sienna for the first time, Marx and Dalton knew they wanted a taste of what the fiery redhead had to offer. They never guessed they would find the one woman who could truly meet their individual needs or could handle their take-charge, controlling ways in the bedroom. It was a challenge they would be willing to accept just to get the luscious redhead into their hands and their bed.

Not only will they do anything in their power to protect Sienna and keep her safe from anyone who threatens to harm the woman they have claimed as theirs, but Linc has also given the Sons of Sinners a new assignment, a challenge in life. One they can’t help but to accept.

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Taking Control is the fourth book in the uber hot Sons of Sinners MC series by Erika Reed. If you haven’t read this series yet, I suggest you do! And head back to book one, while these are stand alones, it makes for a better read.

Sienna Atkins had grown-up in and out of foster homes since birth, she also had a protector, Linc. Nowadays, Linc provided Sierra with protection, especially when she visited him in Vegas. This time, her protection comes in the form of Marx and Dalton, two of the Sons of Sinners. When Sienna gets bored, she invites them in her suite for dinner, then one thing leads to another.

But 5 days later, Linc does something that involves both the Sons and Sienna, so Sienna is now once again under the protection of her two bikers. Is it just a fling? Or something more permanent? And can they keep her safe? Grab a copy and find out!

This is one smokin’ book, and as with all of the Sons, these boys like to be in charge in the bedroom. This is one series I could see going on and on!

5 Revved Up Stars!

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Tempting Justice (Sons of Sydney 2) by Fiona Archer

 

 

Title: Tempting Justice

Series: Sons of Sydney #2

Authors: Fiona Archer

Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic Suspense

 Release Date: April 18, 2017

 

 

Blurb

He’s

sworn to uphold the law

His reckless behavior as a child caused the deaths of his entire

family. On the lonely Sydney streets, the orphan found friends. Found

“brothers.” Never again will Seattle Homicide Detective Heath Justice break the

rules and risk his new family. Order and discipline govern his life…until he

meets a curvaceous redhead. With two ugly murder cases to solve, the last thing

he needs is this disconcertingly lovely, whirlwind of chaos, yet…charmed by her

wit and intelligence, Heath can’t resist.

She

believes rules are meant to be broken

Deep into writing a murder mystery, author London Shaw is shocked when

she herself is implicated in a homicide. She can’t believe the

ever-so-authoritarian Detective Heath Justice expects her to simply ignore the

crime and go on about her business. Not happening.  Although the man’s whiskey rough voice,

cuffs, and masterful touch could melt any woman’s resistance—and does—she has a

craving to do a little investigating herself.

When all

or nothing is your only play

When Heath’s murder investigation threatens a far-reaching conspiracy,

everyone he cares for becomes their target—including the woman he’s come to

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Tempting Justice is the long-awaited book in the Sons of Sydney series by Fiona Archer, and trust me when I tell you it’s worth every second of that wait! Total fangirling over Fiona as she’s one of my faves, but the book is phenomenal! And Heath Justice? Can I just say yumm? I’m majorly jealous of London right now.

Heath Justice, detective in the Seattle police department, is at his partner Derek’s mom’s house for pancakes when he spies a suspicious woman at the side of the house. When he catches her jimmying the lock on the garage, he cuffs her, completely enjoying their banter (and her curves) He finds out she’s Derek’s sister London and had a perfectly good reason for the lock break.

Heath and London end up together and he shows her how much he likes control while she brings chaos into his life. But murders and mayhem abound in this story, and hit a little too close to home. London has the protection of the hunky Justice brothers, (and even a cousin). Her friends and family join in for support as well! (You’ll just LOVE grandma Estelle!)

There is so much going on in this book that my review would take forever to write, plus I believe you should get the pure joy of discovering this tome of awesomeness yourself! I’m also very much looking forward to the next book, Riding Justice, which is Zack and Jinx’s story. Though, I really can’t wait for Adam’s, that man just makes my hormones bounce.

P.S. I too have a large collection of Sharpies, office supplies, a planner (Though mine is a Create360), and more pens than anyone could use in a lifetime.

5 Jammin Justice Stars

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Heath had grabbed the flask from the SUV’s back seat when he glimpsed a figure through the rear window. A woman, wearing a blue hoodie and black sweatpants walked to the edge of Derek’s driveway and gazed at the house’s front door. A few seconds later, she began walking swiftly down the driveway, constantly checking the front door.

 

Was she worried about being seen? A possible intruder?

 

Since he’d parked closer to the house further on from Derek’s parents’ property, the woman hadn’t spotted him. Heath replaced the flask on the backseat and gently pushed the back passenger door nearly closed. He waited until she had disappeared behind the side of the house before following.

 

Careful not to make noise, he followed the woman down the driveway and watched as she stopped in front of a side door to the garage, which was separate from the house. With her back to Heath, she pulled something from her pocket and tried to jimmy the door’s lock.

 

The woman glanced toward the back of the house, likely checking to see if she’d been spotted, then continued her efforts with the lock. A soft hiss and a “dammit” indicated her efforts were unsuccessful.

 

Heath also couldn’t miss the curvy shape of her figure outlined so well by the soft black material hugging her gorgeous arse. One shown off to perfection as she bent to look closer at the lock.

 

A tiny squeak of joy, followed by her opening the door, signaled the possible intruder had crossed a line. It seemed such a shame to stop his fun. Nevertheless, duty called…

 

Heath pulled out his 9mm from his shoulder holster and held it out in front of him as he moved forward. “Police! Put your hands on your head and step away from the door.”

 

The woman let out a high squeak, dropped the lock pick, and spun around, eyes wide. Her mouth formed an “O” at the sight of his weapon. “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness.” She covered her mouth with both hands before waving them in front of her, palms facing Heath. “It’s not what you think. Honestly.” Her gaze snapped to her left in the direction of the back of the house as if she expected someone to come out any moment.

 

“I said, hands on your head.” Heath commanded, satisfied when the woman immediately obeyed. “Come forward, turn around, and face the garage door.” He saw her close her eyes in defeat before she obeyed. Heath grabbed his cuffs and shoved his weapon back in the holster. With efficient moves, he had her wrists secured behind her.

 

“Officer, I can explain.” She sighed. “I mean, I know everyone says that, but really, nothing illegal’s happening here.”

 

“Good to know.” He pulled her jacket’s hood from her head. Red hair. No, the description didn’t do the color justice, but he only knew guyspeak, which would have to suffice to explain the bursts of deeper red in amongst the lighter strands, all held in a ponytail.

 

Heath patted down his suspect. No weapons. And he’d have to be dead not to notice the way his hands fit over her hips, the roundness of her arse. He wasn’t a sleaze, not by any means, but he appreciated a woman’s body like any man.

 

Taking her arm in a firm grip, he turned his suspect around.

 

Green eyes framed with long, thick lashes blinked up at him. “When I say nothing illegal, I mean it depends on your point of view.”

 

“My point of view is as a cop, which doesn’t leave a lot of leeway on a range of subjects.”

 

She frowned at him, as if he was being unreasonable. “That’s a rather rigid stance. Not everything is black and white.”

 

Heath wasn’t prepared to debate the point. “Your disappointment is noted. Now—”

 

“Hey, I’m sure you’re a busy guy. And, uh,”—she licked her lips—“you need to go protect the community. That’s an important role. Absolutely. So, you know—” She broke off. “Shoo. Anyway, we can put a line under this and start the day over.”

 

Despite her opinion of his so-called inflexible outlook on life, he couldn’t help answering. “We can, huh?”

 

“Totally.” She nodded, sending her ponytail bobbing.

 

Keeping hold of her arm, Heath looked down at her black canvas tennis shoes to hide his mouth twitching.

 

It was a safe bet the young woman wasn’t a hardened criminal. But whatever the hell she was up to, he aimed to find out. First he needed to phone Derek.

 

“Do you know the owners of this house?”

 

Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew huge in her face. “You don’t have to get them,” she rushed out.

 

“Oh, but I do.” He went to pull out his phone from his back pocket, and the woman jerked against his grip. She would have toppled over if not for him keeping his hold.

 

Oh, no, sweetheart.

 

He tightened his grip, reinforcing her captivity and moved closer, towering over her. “Lady, you could have hurt yourself.” The safety of suspects was important, and the thought of the little redhead causing herself harm propelled his alpha instincts center stage. “Resist once more, and I’ll use my belt to hogtie you.”

 

She drew in a sharp breath. What he didn’t see was fear. Not in her eyes or the way a blush stained the cool-toned white skin of her face. And swear to God, he felt her body soften against him.

 

An image of her hogtied flashed through his mind. Only she wouldn’t be in this driveway, but in his bed. Lying on his sheets. Her glorious long red hair spread over his pillow.

 

“What the hell’s going on?”

 

Heath looked over his shoulder. Derek stood at the side of the house, his hands jammed on his hips.

 

Dammit,” came from his suspect.

 

A look best described as misery—from the closed eyes and turned down mouth—covered her face.

 

“I caught a suspect attempting to break into your parents’ garage.”

 

Derek gave a dry laugh. “I’ve no doubt she’s up to something, but that’s no suspect.” He strode up the driveway, his frown reserved for the woman at Heath’s side. “Meet London, my baby sister.”

 

Heath swung his gaze to…Derek’s sister?

 

Those eyes, so wide and shocked before, were now narrowed with the promise of rebellion, even as she stood there—in his cuffs.

 

Ah. So bravado was her chosen defense.

 

Heath remembered the sweet color of her blush at his earlier threat of hogtying her.

 

Lightning might strike him down any second, but the woman intrigued him, even knowing she was Derek’s sister. The knowledge he didn’t have to call for a cruiser to take her to booking added a new dimension to the proceedings. Anticipation flowed through Heath. He was going to enjoy this visit, and for way more than pancakes.

 

Time for his prisoner to confess all.

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Fiona Archer writes erotic romance filled with masterful Aussie alpha heroes and teams them with sassy heroines who limit their submissive side to the bedroom. She lives in sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and is harassed by a flock of wild cockatoos that take over the back yard each afternoon, demanding their feed. Her favorite hobbies include watching Nathan Fillion on television, shopping for that ever-elusive perfect shade of lipstick, and drinking iced coffee.

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Pretzel Logic (Suncoast Society 49) by Tymber Dalton

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Book Blurb:

Brita was a cop until an on-duty injury while protecting a child forced her retirement. Now, her days are spent teaching firearms classes, shooting skeet, and doting on her young niece, Jordan. She knows her relationship with Ethan is for life—it’s just a matter of forcing her brain to label it.

The moment Brita got shot is forever seared in Ethan’s memory. She’s the woman he loves, but he’s no dumb Dom. He’s patiently awaiting the day she can finally accept he’s not going anywhere.

Then, an incident during a school outing, where Brita makes a split-second call to protect Jordan and her classmates, changes life forever. Legally and morally, Brita made the right decision. Unfortunately, the man’s rabid fans paint a bull’s-eye on Brita via Jordan. When Brita disappears in hope of protecting her family—and her and Ethan’s secret lifestyle—Ethan knows he has to find her.

But first, he has to catch the bastards stalking her.

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Pretzel Logic is the 49th book in the fantastic, stoopendous, Suncoast Series. This one tripped all of my happy subbie buttons as well, so I particularly enjoyed it! And, we get to see characters from Tymber’s Coffeeshop Coven series here as well, which just adds to the fun. Sachci and her guys get a bit of air time. (Think a non-kink version of Tilly)

We meet Brita, who is a detective with the police until an incident forces her into early retirement. Her ex-partner, current lover, sometimes dom Ethan has been by her side for almost 8 years, but Brita doesn’t like labels. She also lives her life in pain and anxiety and has a hard time letting Ethan take care of her. Ethan takes whatever he can.

But another incident at her niece’s school causes a backlash that has Brita making a huge decision to keep those around her safe. Ethan has to catch the stalkers after her or he could lose her.

Tymber again pens a spectacular book hitting drama and suspense with real life issues. You honestly feel as though you are part of the extended kink family that is Suncoast, and putting the book down once you start is never an option. It’s just THAT incredible.

5 Kinkalicious Stars!

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STORY EXCERPT

All units, shots fired, domestic dispute in progress. Caller states male subject sounds drunk and screaming, and there is a woman and male toddler in the apartment…

They were both up and moving, Ethan leaving a couple of twenties on the table. The waitress knew them and knew they were cops and would put the extra on their tab to apply toward their next meal. Normally, they paid in advance in case of this very situation. That afternoon they were supposed to be off-duty, due at the state attorney’s office in an hour to go over testimony for a case tomorrow.

Except that they were less than four blocks from the address the dispatcher gave.

Brita had already responded to dispatch that they were close and en route.

They’d taken Ethan’s unmarked unit to lunch. He hit the keyfob to pop the truck and grab his vest, pulling it on over his shirt while Brita caught the keys he tossed her so she could get the engine started.

As he slid into the passenger seat, she didn’t even wait for him to buckle up as she backed out of the space and headed for the address, lights going but running silent.

He carried his Sarasota County Sheriff’s Office windbreaker, the one with DEPUTY emblazoned on the back. “At least you can put this on.”

“If they don’t know me by now, I’m screwed anyway.”

“You’re not going in there without a vest, B.”

“We don’t know what we’re facing. It might be forensics and clean-up by the time we get there,” she grimly said. “Stop worrying.”

The old apartment complex was three up, three down, a concrete block building that looked like it was built in the forties or fifties, and in a previously run-down neighborhood which was currently undergoing gentrification that hadn’t yet reached this particular property. The three ground floor units opened to covered stoops three steps up each, and a low block wall surrounded the front, the flowerbed it held back filled with half-dead azalea shrubs struggling to maintain their grip on this earthly plane.

As they pulled up to the apartments, they saw that the middle door stood open. Brita ignored the windbreaker, jumping out, sidearm already in hand as she crouched and headed for the stoop.

They could hear the man ranting, screaming, his voice slurred and obviously intoxicated. A woman loudly sobbed, only exceeded by the sound of a young child’s cries.

At least they were still alive.

She did let Ethan take point, both of them using the stoop’s concrete columns as cover, Ethan on the right, her on the left.

“Sheriff’s Office. Come out with your hands up!”

“Imma gonna shoot this damn bitch!” the man roared. “I’m tired of her ruinin’ my life!”

“Come on out and let’s talk about it,” Ethan called back. “You shoot anyone, you can’t take that back. This is still fixable. No one’s been hurt. We can talk this out.”

Brita tried to peek around the column and see inside, but the interior was too dark with the afternoon sunlight in their eyes for her to get a good view. Plus the door opened inward, to the left, blocking that angle of view.

She ducked down and, in a crouch, descended the steps and jumped the flowerbed’s block wall to circle around the stoop and give her a better angle to possibly see inside to the right of the doorway.

She spotted a small pair of bare feet, moving, like the child was sitting against the wall close to the right side of the door.

As Ethan kept the guy talking, Brita holstered her weapon and pressed against the front wall of the building, now able to see more of the child. From the way he was crying, he either wasn’t hurt, or wasn’t mortally wounded.

Yet.

She felt Ethan’s burning gaze on her as she focused on the child and edged closer to the stoop. Brita knew she was not only concealed by the apartment’s front wall, but that it was made of concrete block gave her a modicum of protection.

While the unseen woman started talking to the suspect, Brita tried to softly get the boy’s attention by making whispering noises at him. Finally, he leaned forward and saw her. She nodded, giving him a big smile and crooking her finger at him, hoping he’d toddle out the door so she could snatch him and run to cover behind their car.

Now two more marked units arrived, and she heard more sirens closing in the distance. As the man started raging again, Brita shut down everything except her focus on the little boy. Maybe two years old, if that, he looked dirty, and was dressed only in a diaper.

He turned onto his hands and knees and pushed himself up into a standing position. As he did, she boosted herself up onto the stoop, still concealed by the apartment’s front wall and to the left of the open doorway.

Her pulse pounded in her ears and time seemed to slow, every movement now coated with frozen molasses as the boy stepped into the doorway. As she heard the shot, she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him against her body as if he were a football. She let momentum carry her across the stoop, turning her body to shield him as another shot rang out.

Fiery pain radiated through her left hip and her leg gave out. She shoved off with her right leg, taking her off the other side of the stoop as she once again turned to cushion their fall with her body.

She was aware of Ethan screaming her name, the other officers yelling, more shots as they made their entrance. The wind was knocked out of her as she missed the scraggly azalea bushes and landed on top of the low block wall ringing the flowerbed, taking the full brunt of the impact along the length of her back, just to the right of her spine.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Please, Sir!”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me come!”

“What do I get in return?”

Oh, shit.

Tonight he was in the mood to play the guessing game. Usually, he outright told her what he wanted in exchange. Normally, she readily agreed, unless her pain levels wouldn’t let her. Then she’d come back with something close but easier for her physically to manage.

When he was playful, he drew it out, a way, he knew, to pull fantasies from her, until she hit the one he decided he liked the most.

Or she grew too damn horny and begged him to do everything to her if he’d only make her come!

“Handcuffs, Sir.”

“That’s a given, baby. More.” His lips returned to her clit.

“I…I…blowjob, Sir.”

“Another given. Keep going.”

She swallowed hard, barely able to breathe, much less talk, and with her wrists firmly captured in his hands, unable to pull free.

She struggled to find something they hadn’t done in a while that might convince him to get her off sooner. “Butt plug, Sir?”

“Hmm. Which one?”

Now he was just fucking with her and she knew it.

“The vibrating one, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He released her wrists and stood, spinning her around and over the edge of the bed. Yanking her panties down, his hands caressed her bare ass, squeezing again. Twenty quick, hard bare-handed swats divvied up between both ass cheeks, stinging smacks, left her dripping wet and moaning with need.

“Yes, that’s what my baby needs. Hands and knees.”

She crawled the rest of the way onto the bed and waited, head down, knowing what would come next. She heard him finish undressing, then moving around in the bathroom. He returned a moment later and one hand held her by the hair while the other squirted lube down the crack of her ass.

Another moan escaped her when the first finger started playing with her. Over the years, he’d sneakily conditioned her to get horny when he played with her ass, usually by tying her up and eating her out while he had a vibrating butt plug stuffed deep inside her.

Tonight he worked her up quickly, three fingers she was rocking in time with before they disappeared and she felt the tip of the butt plug pressing against her.

“Push.”

She did, moaning as it slid into place.

“Good girl.”

He stepped away and she heard him wash his hands. When he returned, she flinched when the butt plug sprang to life, all the way on the highest setting.

Oh…boy…

“On your back.”

She rolled, feeling the towel he slid under her as she did. She kept her eyes closed and raised her arms, feeling the cuffs click around them. He kept them loose enough she could move around in them.

Then he climbed on top of her and settled over her face, her mouth already open as his hard cock slid over her tongue.

They both moaned now. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered, his fingers teasing her nipples. “You know what to do with that.”

He didn’t leave her much room to move, and that’s the way he wanted it. She swallowed his cock, sucking on it, laving her tongue over his shaft, all nine beautiful inches of it. After a few minutes of that, with her also whining with need, he leaned forward and she felt his warm breath against her bare pussy.

“You know the rules. Don’t come.” His lips closed around her clit and she had to gasp for air, struggling not to disobey him.

Although there were times she was glad to take the five cane strokes just to get the first orgasm.

He never used that rule when he knew she was hurting in the bad way, but that meant when he finally did get around to fucking her, he was going to ride her hard and deep and grind that gorgeous cock of his into her pussy with everything he had.

Because he wasn’t scared of hurting her.

His sweet, slow mouth taunted and teased her. He knew every inch of the landscape down there and took great relish in making her hold back until he gave her permission. Between the butt plug undulating in her ass, and his comforting weight pressing on her body, she felt the first spinnings of subspace tugging at her brain.

Yes!

She didn’t hit it every time, like this. But when she did, she knew she’d sleep well that night.

Ethan’s tongue plunged into her pussy, circling, withdrawing, fucking her with it the same way he was fucking her mouth with his cock. Trying to rock her hips against him was useless. He had her pinned down too perfectly in this position.

After an eternity, where she realized she was starting to beg around his cock, he lifted his head. “What’s the matter, baby?” he teased. “Is something wrong?”

She loudly moaned.

He rose up enough his cock pulled from her mouth. “Please make me come, Sir!”

“Did I just hear someone beg for an orgasm?”

“Yes, Sir, please!”

“Excellent. You may come.” He fucked his cock deep into her throat again and sucked on her clit. White heat exploded behind her eyes as the first earth-shattering climax spiraled through her.

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