Dangerously Bad by Eden Bradley

Being bad never felt so good…

Duff Stewart has two specialties: restoring vintage motorcycles and doing bad things to beautiful girls at New Orleans’s most notorious BDSM club. And there’s no girl he’d rather be with than the stunning Layla Chouset.

Layla has sworn off relationships with Dominant men, but there’s something about the gorgeous Scotsman, and he is determined to win her heart. She may agree to submit to his every want and desire, but can she submit to love…?

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I get big time excited when Eden Bradley has a new book out, because for people like me, she’s a goddess. I’m a subbie and not afraid to say it, while I don’t mind reading BDSM books written by authors not in the lifestyle, I do prefer it. Eden knows what she’s writing about, which makes the experience for me as a reader, writer, blogger and yes, a sub, way more satisfying.

So, I excitedly dove into the book and then I stopped. The brakes went on for a couple of reasons. One, I’m not a fan of interracial books where it’s the woman. And it’s not because i’m racial, it’s because I put myself in the characters place, so that just turns it off for me. Then, the biggest reason…Layla is a Domme. That usually makes me just toss the book aside and be done with it, and when it’s the “male dom converts female domme into sub” storyline, I usually stay as far away from the book as I can, BUT this is Eden Bradley, so I decided to keep on going with it. I’m very glad I did.

Eden did a fantastic job with recent Scotland transplant Duff Stewart, cousin to Jaime. A hot Scot in a kilt with a killer bod and a brogue? Um, yeah. You can bet I’d convert from a domme, a vanilla chick, even a nun, to get my hands on Duff. Luckily, our Domme doesn’t take most of the book to decide to submit to Duff. (another of my toss the book reasons) Smart girl. The scenes the two of them have are so hot I needed the AC cranked on high. Eden writes incredible sex scenes. Once again, I’m just blown away.

5 Big Bad Stars

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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. Her debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN, has been praised as ‘a masterpiece’, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. Her novels and novellas have been translated into German, Romanian, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Czech, Polish and Japanese.

As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women.

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Mating Fever: (Interstellar Brides, Book 10) by Grace Goodwin

Mating Fever: (Interstellar Brides, Book 10) by Grace Goodwin

Date of Publication: April 6, 2017

Blurb

Megan Simmons followed her entire Army unit into space as volunteers to protect Earth as members of the Coalition Fleet. Eighteen months later, on a Hive controlled planet, she is separated from her unit and trapped. She is certain death will have its day until an Atlan Warlord appears from nowhere and risks his life to save her. Lost and alone behind enemy lines, Megan will do anything to keep her sexy savior alive until one problem arises, and this one she can’t fight her way out of. Despite the danger, her Atlan Warlord’s beast takes one look at her and decides she belongs to him.

Nyko of Atlan never hesitates to charge into battle against Hive scum. When he sees a human soldier in trouble, he follows routine, ripping his enemies to shreds to save a fellow warrior. But when that warrior turns out to be a beautiful and curvy human female, the beast he’s been fighting suddenly breaks free with just one simple demand…MINE.

About Grace Goodwin

Once upon a time, a young girl was born into an average, working class family. The wee little girl, convinced she was not an average child but was, in fact, a fairy princess, longed to leave the mundane world behind and live her dreams. She grew up, went to school, and when she’d grown too big to wear tutus and tiaras in public without drawing unwanted attention, turned to writing down her fantasies instead.

Now a bit older, her fantasies have grown to include sexually dominant men who know how to ensure a woman’s pleasure. Grace believes all women should be treated like princesses, in the bedroom and out of it, and writes love stories where men know how to make their women feel pampered, protected and very well taken care of.

She currently lives in Oregon where she spends her days writing, and her nights in the arms of her very own Prince.

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His Killing Princess by April Zyon

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Antonio Bruno always knew that secrets and death were a part of the life he chose, so he never intended to fall in love with Emily Reynolds, a woman who embodies innocence. He attempts to shield her from his life as second in command of the Italian Mob, but sometimes the best-laid plans can come apart at the seams. 

Emily is no stranger to secrets herself.  One thing she’s always been truthful about is how much she loves Tony. When a home invasion steals her from his life, one twisted lie turns into another, pitting these two lovers against one another. 

Despite the odds, there’s a chance Tony and Emily can fight to save their relationship. That’s if they aren’t killed in the process of finding the traitor in the midst of the Italian Mafia. Can these star-crossed lovers weed through all of the deception? And how far are they willing to go to be together?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, spanking

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This is the second book in the Family First series by April Zyon, a favorite of mine. This one is a little bit of a darker read, but it’s still a great book and full of page turning satisfaction that we’ve all come to know and love from Ms Zyon.

Emily has a great many talents and killing is one of them. She’s with an organization that takes out the bad guys. The rapists, the child molestors, the killers. She’s alson in love with Tony. But Tony has no idea who she is.

Tony is a killer too, and one day, someone decides to take Emily away from him. Will he get her back? Will her 5 hulking ‘brothers’ let him? You’ll have to grab yourself a copy to find out!

This book was so, so, good! Emily was a tough, sassy girl who could stand on her own, but she reveled under the love of a good man. And Tony? Tony is a wonderful dichotomy who loves hard and fights just as hard. April knocks this one right out of the park!

5 Killer Kinkalicious Stars!

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Excerpt:

Emily and Antonio met by pure chance. She had been thinking of their meeting just as much as she had been thinking of their past, mostly because she was thinking of a future with him. She was thinking of a future with him because of another huge secret she was holding from him.

She sighed and closed her eyes. God, she had so much to tell him. She just prayed the man would understand. Then again, he was a killer as well, with a code as strong as her own. She lay in their bed and waited for him. As soon as he entered the room, all thoughts of telling him anything flew out the door and instead she knew he needed to simply forget. They had been together for five months, in that time they hadn’t used protection from the first moment they got together which brought her to the thoughts she was having about their futures now.

That was the thing about them sharing professions. She could read his body language better than he likely knew she could. Emily rose to her feet and walked to Tony. As she moved toward him, she stripped out of her negligée and stood before him in all her naked glory. She knew what he saw. Emily wasn’t shy about her body any longer. She now embraced her womanly attributes, and that was all thanks to Antonio.

She had scars, ones that couldn’t be hidden but had been explained away easily enough with the smallest of lies, ones she had hated to tell him and couldn’t wait to tell him the truth on. As he had told her before, her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruits, her skin a pale milk color, and her hair as red as fire. Or so he liked to tell her.

She moved to Tony silently and began to strip him of his clothes, loving the way her pale skin looked against his very dark skin. Sliding Tony’s shirt from his body, she scraped her nails over his beautifully toned six pack abs and looked up into his troubled eyes. “Hard day?” she asked while working on his pants.

She felt emboldened by this man. It was hard to imagine that before him she had been a virgin. She had killed a hundred horrible men but never had taken a lover. Tony had been intense, wonderful, and she had known from the moment she met him that he was the one for her.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Tony took her hand in his and shook his head. “You know that is not how I play.” He growled lightly at her and then leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling hard. “I do love being greeted at the door by you naked, however. From here out I think you should greet me like this when I come home, but only when I text you and tell you I’m coming home alone. I would hate to kill a friend who saw my woman naked.”

She shivered. Had any other man demanded anything of her like that she would kill them and leave their bodies for the cops to find. Period. She wasn’t one to be commanded, but with Tony, it turned her on. She seemed to need it. “Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head in supplication. She knew she would do anything he asked her to do. She would because she knew he would always ensure she had pleasure, no matter what. Tony would do anything for Emily just as she would for him.

“Are you hungry?”

“Only for you, Emmy girl, only for you,” Tony said only a second before he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.

Emily held back her laughter when he tossed her on the bed, because she saw the look of sheer bleak need on his face. She reached back, grabbed the headboard, and watched him strip. He all but radiated the need to control, the need to dominate in a way that eclipsed anything they had ever shared before, and it almost scared her, almost.

Mischief And The Masters (Masters Of The Shadowlands 12) by Cherise Sinclair

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She wants a short, sweet Master. One Master.
The two devastatingly dominant Drago cousins have other ideas.

Her life destroyed by a stalker, Uzuri Cheval starts anew in Tampa and joins the exclusive Shadowlands club. Unconvinced of her claims that she can overcome her fear of big men without help, Master Z gives her a time limit. And she is improving–until she hears the stalker is out of prison. Now her time limit is up, and the Masters will intervene, which is okay–as long as whoever helps her is short. Okay, sweet and gentle would be good, too.

But two Doms? Dangerously experienced and dauntingly powerful cousins? No way.

Having volunteered in every hellhole in the world, Dr. Alastair Drago is ready to settle down. Detective Max Drago has joined him and, once again, the cousins share everything. A house, lives, problems…and whatever submissive catches their interest. One mischievous submissive has definitely caught Alastair’s. However, having been burned by a woman, Max remains detached…until little mischief’s troubles turn deadly.

Mischief and the Masters is the latest book in the bestselling Masters of the Shadowlands series. If you enjoy edgy ménage and dominance spiced with humor and suspense, you’ll love Cherise Sinclair’s latest romance.

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The Shadowlands, home of some of the most handsome and powerful masters in literary BDSM history. I’d have to think if the Shadowlands were an actual place, this subbie would probably faint in the lobby. Though I for sure would give anything to be a Shadowkitten, lucky ladies!

It’s hard to believe that we are already on book 12 of this series. I remember when Jessica first met Master Z and he had to help her out in the shower. That book resonated to me, spoke to me, and became a life changer. Since then, I’ve enjoyed every book Cherise has put out, that includes the Doms of Dark Haven and the Mountain Masters. If I had to pick my favorites, it would definitely have to be Master Z, Master Nolan, and Master Xavier.

But now, we finally get to Uzuri’s book. She was one of the original members of the training program, and the last subbie standing. The rest of the trainees all finding their masters. But we all knew the prankster who put plastic bugs in Mistress Anne’s locker and fooled with toy bags galore had issues big enough to fill a comic book store. So Master Z, the father figure of all subbies has decided the time has come for her to face her demons.

Uzuri doesn’t like big, powerful doms, but she ends up telling Max Drago, one of them, her past. His cousin, Dr Alistair Drago wants her, but Max isn’t sure. It takes Max some time, but both he and Alistair decide to take on Uzuri to see if they can help her.

I was blown away by the lessons of tolerance, strength, learning how to lean on others, and love. Again and again, her doms come up with scenes that integrate these lessons with hot and steamy sex, the way only  Cherise can do it!

I was also hanging on by the seat of my pants when Uzuri’s past came back to involve not only her, but cause severe problems for one of the Shadowlands members. These books truly get better every time and I’m excited to see what she comes out with next!

5 Double Dom Delight Stars

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Excerpt

For Friday night at the Shadowlands BDSM club, Uzuri had dressed in all white—a white halter top, frothy petticoats that barely covered her ass, and white fishnet thigh-high stockings. Ben, the security guard had actually approved of her white lacy stilettos, and she’d gotten to leave them on rather than going barefoot.

She’d done her hair in a braided Grecian crown that circled her head and created what she liked to think of as a halo around her head. When she’d told Holt that this was her angelic look, her friend had laughed his fool head off. The dumbass Dom. What did he know, anyway?

Then again, he might still be grumpy about her signing him up for all those Viagra and male enhancement products. She grinned.

Time to start her barmaiding shift. As she headed toward the bar, she danced a few steps to “Mirrors” by Natalia Kills and checked out each roped-off scene area as she went past. One had a Domme flogging her male submissive; the next was a sadist caning his favorite masochist. Saxon had claimed the spanking bench. He had huge hands, and the woman strapped to the bench yelped with every smack.

A few people had gathered around the next area, and Uzuri stopped to see what had them so fascinated.

Oh. The Drago cousins were co-topping. Unable to resist, Uzuri stopped to watch. Who wouldn’t?

With the brunette submissive named Alyssa tied to a bondage table, Alastair was dripping hot wax over her bare breasts while Max was using various vibrators on her pussy.

Two Doms at once. “You should try it sometime.” Oooh, Sally should never have suggested the idea. Uzuri had dreamed about the Drago cousins last night and woke up terrified.

Although watching this scene was a little anxiety inducing, it was also hot. Okay, seriously hot. Maybe because Master Alastair was one of the Doms. Like Master Marcus who was a lawyer, Alastair dressed fine. Polished and stylish. He’d tossed his jacket and tie over a chair and wore a button-down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His skin was a few shades darker than Uzuri’s, and he was…gorgeous.

And, truly, Alastair’s rapport with his cousin was refreshing to watch. The two made an amazing team.

“I thought you didn’t like Master Alastair.” Sally appeared and slid an arm around Uzuri’s waist. “Although if that’s true, I’d have to question your taste. Every unattached submissive in the place adores him.”

“Of course they do. Just look at him.” Talk about male perfection. A couple of inches or so over six feet, he was all lean, rippling muscles and chiseled features. Although in the dark clubroom, his eyes matched his skin, in daylight, his eyes were an uncanny and beautiful hazel with the slightest Oriental tilt.

His deep, British-accented baritone was simply icing on the cake.

“I like the way he wears his hair now,” Sally noted.

“Me, too.” A while back, he’d stopped shaving his scalp, and now kept his hair barely long enough to show some crisp curl. A perfectly sculpted short beard framed his sensuous lips and jawline.

If only he were shorter…like well under six feet. She couldn’t possibly be with a man who would tower over her.

“Did you two ever make up?” Sally glanced at her. “I mean, like, a year or so ago, you yelled at him that he was hung up on race issues. I’d never heard you yell at anyone before.”

“You’re right; I was rude. And…it wasn’t true, either.” As guilt gouged her conscience, Uzuri stared down at her shoes. “He was amazing, and I wanted to scene with him—even though he’s awfully tall—but when I was restrained, he bent over me, and I got scared, and I kept panicking, and I couldn’t explain it, and he couldn’t figure out why since I was the one who’d wanted the scene.”

“Oh, wow.” Sally frowned. “But then…”

“He left town afterward, for months. When he returned and wanted to see if we could figure out why I panicked, I went off on him.” She should have apologized. However, every time she’d thought about it, she’d chickened out. What if he got mad at her?

“Oooh. You yelled at a Dom. In public. And accused him of something that wasn’t true?” Sally shook her head. “And now, he’s a Master.”

“I know.” Masters in the Shadowlands were allowed to do almost anything they wanted. Uzuri brightened. “At least, I’m not a trainee any longer.”

“Mmmhmm.” Sally snickered. “Can I watch when you tell Master Z he’s not…really…in charge of you.”

Oh, Lord. Master Z considered all the submissives to be under his charge—especially the trainees—no matter how long ago they’d left the program. “You’re a brat, you know that?”

Sally smirked. “So Galen and Vance keep telling me.” Her gaze returned to the scene. “Wow.”

Max and Alastair had upped the intensity. A sliver of envy ran through Uzuri. What would it be like to be at the mercy of two very experienced, very careful Doms?

Smiling slightly, Alastair splattered hot wax over the submissive’s breasts as his cousin teased her pussy. Alyssa climaxed—again.

“God, they’re good.” Sally fanned herself. “So…back to my question. Did you ever apologize to Alastair?”

“No. I stay out of his path.” Ever since that night, she’d avoided both him and his cousin, Max.

Having arrived with glowing endorsements from a Seattle club, Max had been a Shadowlands member for a few months now. Whether co-topping with Alastair or alone, he’d proven to be a talented and powerful Dominant. No one was surprised when Master Z recommended him for the Master title. The club had voted last week. Uzuri had voted for him—no doubt most of the members had, too.

Uzuri watched him deliberately teasing Alyssa. As with Alastair, if Max were an average size man, she’d have been interested.

He wasn’t anywhere close to average.

In fact, in black jeans, boots, heavy black leather belt, and a tight black T-shirt, Max was more intimidating than anyone else in the room. His biceps looked like boulders, and the way the cotton stretched over his muscular chest was scarily mesmerizing.

He’d pulled his shoulder-length brown hair back in a leather tie, which emphasized his square jaw and high cheekbones. His eyes were an intense blue in his tanned face, his features strikingly chiseled. Like Holt and Alastair, he was model gorgeous. The difference between them was that Max’s expression tended toward the menacing…until he smiled.

His smile could probably coax a nun into messing around behind the altar.

“Well, I think you should woman up and apologize and then do a scene with both Doms. Hey, you survived wax on your pussy hair. Wax dripped on your breasts by the tall, dark, and deadly Drago Doms would make your whole month, right?” Sally shoulder-bumped her and headed back to her own Masters.

Wax on her breasts? With Alastair standing over her? And Max?

Arms around her waist, she watched Max drive Alyssa back to the edge of climax. Every time he eased off, his cousin would pour wax on the submissive’s breasts, each time from a lower height thus increasing the heat. One Dom handed out pain, the other pleasure. Covered in sweat, Alyssa was shaking and begging.

What would it be like to look up into Alastair’s odd-colored hazel eyes and beg? To know that he held all the control. To be the center of all that attention, not only from him but also from his equally powerful cousin?

As Uzuri actually dampened, she backed up a step and another…and bumped into someone. Firm hands gripped her arms, steadied her, and turned her.

She looked up into the silver-gray eyes of Master Z, owner of the Shadowlands.

“Easy, little one.” His smooth, low voice soothed her fears, calming her.

“Excuse me, Sir,” she said.

“There is nothing to excuse.” He gave her a faint smile, his hand still on her shoulder. “What do you think of the scene?”

“The scene?” Heat still simmered inside her along with the desire to be the one they watched so closely and drove so crazy. But she also saw how they’d tower over her in a terrifying way. She averted her gaze. “Um. It’s interesting, and wax play is nice, but…um, three-ways aren’t my thing.”

Master Z’s eyes narrowed, turning even more unreadable. “I see,” he said, his voice soft.

He saw too much was all she could think. Her attempt to edge away was defeated by his hand on her shoulder. “I better get moving. My shift starts now.”

“Of course.” He released her.

Hurrying away, she glanced over her shoulder. He’d resumed watching the scene with a thoughtful expression.

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