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Anya searches an alien planet for a missing crewmember, only to find herself caught in a fairytale.

Anya (Leisure Planet 6)

When Unit Commander Anya Baker visits an alien planet in search of a missing crewmember, she finds herself caught in a dream she thought only existed in her favorite childhood fairytales. Colin, king of the wee folk, hardly belongs in children’s stories, though. He’s a true ruler in bed.

Colin teaches Anya to love herself. He also helps her connect with her long lost sister. When the time comes to return to her ship, Anya knows she can’t take Colin with her, but how cam she leave him behind? Then again, maybe Troy has a bit of Colin’s magic in him. Somehow this world has a way of giving people exactly what they need — even if it’s not that they thought they wanted.

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Will Stacey’s desire for a safe life keep her from the one thing she longs for?

Don't Give In (Darkest Desires 2)

Nothing like being thrown into a stranger’s arms on the subway to make a woman realize what she’s been missing. The dominance in the hunk’s eyes reminds Stacey Lauren of her secret, dark desire to be bound. Used. The lifestyle she dreamed of before finding a safe existence. One she refuses to give in to.

Stacey’s submissive nature and large, doe-like eyes makes Devon Smith hunger to tie her up. Have her at his mercy, begging for release. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and even though she’s all but engaged, nothing will stop him from taking her.

Will Stacey have the courage to surrender herself to Devon, or will her need for a safe life keep them from the one thing they both long for?

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A dragon-shifter cowboy? Oh my!

Raen (DragonKin Multi Author 7)

Using her Internet friend to fulfill sexual fantasies isn’t a problem — until Raen meets him in person. Her desires deepen the feelings she’s always had for Dru, and now nothing will do except capturing him and making him hers.

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Throwback Thursday: Demon Guardians by Jessica Coulter Smith #BDSM #PNR #TBT #EroticRomance @changelingpress

For centuries they’ve stayed hidden, observing. But there’s only so much a demon can take…

 

Demon Guardians (Demon Guardians 5)

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Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Demon Guardians: Sexy, seductive demons craving submission. For centuries, they’ve stayed silent, hidden, observing and interfering without being detected. Each guardian demon has a charge to watch over, and it’s always a woman. But there�s only so much a demon can take�

Bale. Alia’s a magnet for trouble. It’s time for her reckless behavior to stop, before it gets her killed.

Aleixo. Monica has terrible taste in men. Aleixo’s drawn a line, and when her current man crosses it, Aleixo will break all the rules to save her from herself.

Rorlan. He’s always been Larissa’s guardian. But now he’s claimed her heart.

Dominguez. A single night of passion with Amara, or a lifetime of love? How is a demon to choose?

Aires. He’s falling in love with Della. But what happens when two sexy as sin demons want you body and soul — and aren’t into sharing?

Publisher’s Note: This Box Set contains the previously published novellas Demon Guardians, Rorlan, Dominguez, and Aires.

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Excerpt from Dominguez


I stood in the realm between hell and Earth, watching and waiting. I could feel Amara’s panic, but she didn’t seem to be in any harm at the moment. A paddle lay nearby and her ass was a rosy pink, so I assumed her lovers had used it on her already. I was rather surprised she’d allowed it. After being her guardian for the past seven years, I knew her preferences, and BDSM just wasn’t one of them. Neither was a menage a trois, for that matter. And yet here she was, a collar around her neck, the chain in one of her lovers’ hands. The other man stood in front of her with his cock aimed at her luscious lips. I’d fantasized once or twice about that mouth myself.

She shook her head and tried to back up, but the other man crowded her.

“Be a good slave and suck his cock,” he ordered.

I narrowed my eyes. I knew it was part of the game, but I didn’t like his tone.

She shook her head again and leaned away from the man once more. The one who seemed to be in charge jerked at the chain and hissed at her.

“You’ll do what you’re told. You’ll suck his cock and take my dick in your ass at the same time, and you’ll like it.”

I could see the fear in her eyes and knew things had gone on long enough. What may have started as innocent fun was turning into something sinister. Stepping out of the shadows, I made my presence known. It was one thing to play, but what they had in mind was something else entirely. I moved directly into their line of sight and watched as first one paled, and then the other. My blue skin and black tattoos marked me as a demon, and they recognized that fact. But if there had been any doubt, my nearly black eyes and the small horns jutting from my forehead would’ve sealed the deal.

“Release her.”

The chain dropped to the floor and Amara crawled to my side, wrapping her arms around my leg. I might be a demon, but she knew who her savior was in this instance. She made a rather pretty picture sitting at my feet with that collar around her throat. But I doubted it was an image I’d ever see again.

“I do believe she told you no,” I advised the men. “You do know what that word means, don’t you?”

“She agreed to come here with us. She knew what she was getting into,” the first one said, trying to sound braver than he was as he stood there quaking in terror.

“Obviously things were going further than she wanted. The next time a woman tells you no, you’d better listen. And don’t even think of looking at Amara again. Don’t come near her, or think about her. Is that clear?”

They both nodded adamantly.

Gathering Amara in my arms, I blinked us out of there and back to her apartment. Setting her on her feet, I ushered her into the bathroom. After starting the shower, I unfastened the collar from around her neck and tossed it in the trash. Holding out a hand, I waited until she took it.

“You need to wash their scent from your body. It will make you feel better,” I told her.

She placed a shaky hand in mine and let me assist her into the shower. I watched as she reached for the bar of soap and promptly dropped it. Falling to her knees, she tried to grab it again, but ended up letting out a sob and burying her face in her hands.

With a sigh, I disrobed and climbed in the shower with her.

Kneeling in front of her, I gently pulled her into my arms. I was a little surprised when she came willingly. I’d expected her to stiffen up or at least fight me a little, what with me being naked and all, but she seemed to trust me. I hoped I didn’t betray that trust. My hard cock was begging to find a home inside her sweet warmth, but I was doing my best to control the monster.

I tried to read her thoughts, but they were chaotic and I couldn’t quite grasp them. She was obviously still shaken from her encounter, and her mind, as well as her body, was in turmoil. There was nothing for me to do except calm and soothe her the best I could.

“They can’t harm you, Amara. You’re safe now.”

“How did you find me?” she asked. “How did you know I was in trouble?”

“I’m your guardian. I always know when you’re in trouble.”

Her brow furrowed. “Like a guardian angel?”

I chuckled. “Yes, except I’m a demon.”

“I don’t care if you’re a purple alien. You rescued me. I can only imagine what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come along when you did. They would’ve forced me, I’m sure. I was stupid to go with them, but it seemed like harmless fun. They didn’t seem like men who would hurt me.”

“You should never enter into something like that unless you know the person and trust them. You could’ve been seriously hurt tonight.”

She shuddered in my arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I picked up the soap and placed it in her hand.

She swiped the soap down her arms in jerky movements, missing more of her skin than not. Taking the bar from her, I lathered my hands and soaped her skin, using slow, easy motions. I didn’t want to scare her. When I reached her breasts, I wasn’t sure what to do. In a normal situation, I wouldn’t hesitate, but this was far from normal.

Amara took my hands in hers and guided them over her breasts and down the valley between them. As my palms slid down her torso to her hips, her gaze flicked up to meet mine. With her eyes steady on mine, she slipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy was bare and oh so soft. I longed to taste it, to feel that smooth skin against my tongue.

Lust hit me, more mine than hers. I felt uncertainty from her, and from what little I could glean from her thoughts, she wanted reassurance that sex wasn’t about violence. I wasn’t sure what to do… give in to my desire or push her away?

#NewRelease His Girl by Megan Slayer #ContemporaryRomance #BDSM @MeganSlayer @evernightpub

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His Girl by Megan Slayer

The Underground, 2

From Evernight Publishing

Contemporary BDSM Romance

Novella

Contains BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Public Exhibition and M/F Sex

 

Mary Allen’s never been a guy magnet. Most men are put off by her confidence in the workplace. Not Sebastian. He kindles a passion she thought was long dead. After one scene, she’s ready to jump back into the lifestyle. But can a workplace romance really work?

Sebastian Paul came back to the Underground after time away to figure out what he wanted from his life. He can’t escape the desire or the need for the scene, but he hasn’t found his perfect sub—until he spots Mary. He never expected to see her at the club. She works with him, and although she oozes confidence, he notes her desire to submit. He wants Mary as his girl. No question. But will she want him in return?

When passion ignites, love will find a way.

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

 

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He patted her ass. Damn. He hadn’t expected to find Mary when he’d come to the Underground club. She hadn’t been a member during his first run at the club. If she had, he’d have remembered her and probably already owned her. He’d dreamed about her luscious body and longed for her kiss.

But they worked together. He considered her a friend and hadn’t asked her stance on dating coworkers. Maybe he should’ve.

He shifted on the bench to watch her. He had a thing for tall women. He liked curves, but something about Mary spoke to him. “I have one request.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Yes, Sir?”

The words sounded sweet coming from her lips. “Leave your shoes on.”

“Yes, Sir.” She smiled, then stood in front of the bed.

“Tell me what you like when you’re getting yourself off.” He folded his hands over his crotch to hide his burgeoning erection. She turned him on in so many ways. He longed to taste her.

“Sir.” Her brown eyes flashed. “I will.”

She’d said she liked to be on display. Was she turned on by performing? He’d tuck that fact away for later.

“I like to be touched.” She hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic of her thong and shoved the narrow fabric down her legs. The garment landed at her feet. “I prefer being blindfolded, but when I touch myself, I don’t want any barriers.”

 

About the Author:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj

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Don’t Let Go by Lynn Burke #FemDom #Domme #BDSM #EroticRomance #NewRelease @AuthorLynnBurke @changelingpress

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Don’t Let Go

Darkest Desires #1

by Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

Troy Jenner’s ex called his desire to be dominated sick. Divorced, shamed, and stripped bare of his assets, Troy is gifted a three day pass to Monique’s, Baltimore’s elite sex club. He hopes to discover the depths of his desires, not fall for the Domme with a turbulent past in her eyes.

Barista by day, Mistress by night, Jaycie Atkins is the Domme assigned to fulfill submissive’s fantasies of pain with pleasure. To conquer her childhood trauma, she learned to be powerful and prudent. Always giving, never receiving. Always in control — until Troy’s grateful groans after every whip of her flogger threaten to slip past her Domme defenses. The warmth in his eyes tempting her to trust him like no other.

Will Troy’s patience and persistence in breaking down her walls pay off, or will he be forced to accept the fact Mistress will never let go and give him the collar and second chance at love he longs for?

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I knelt in the middle of the dungeon-like room as I’d seen on the countless BDSM websites I’d been studying the past month, exactly like they’d shown us new subs at the introduction class the evening before. Butt naked, dick already at half-mast because I finally had the chance to explore the darkness inside of me that had killed my ten-year marriage.

As CEO of a prominent software company, I took pride in my self-control and stoic nature. Being a bastard had gotten me up the rung to where I sat comfortably behind a glass desk with windows overlooking Baltimore’s skyline. It had also earned me a nasty divorce a year earlier when my ex-wife took over half of what we owned, leaving me with a broken heart and near-empty bank accounts. At least a constant work load since then had gotten me closer to where I’d been before she’d attempted to wipe me out.

I studied my hands resting on my bare thighs. Springy hair tickled my palms. While the hair on my body remained a dark blond, the previous two years of hell had shot gray through the thick strands on my head and the scruff I couldn’t keep from lining my jaw.

Forty-three and already fucking gray. Wouldn’t help my chance at dating — if I ever got the balls to put myself out there again. I’d been celibate for over a year. Dead inside, unable to give two shits about anything but work, unable to get it up, too. I also didn’t have the energy to get involved, let alone think of dating.

Familiar exhaustion tugged on my eyelids, and I let them close while waiting for the Domme the club’s owner had booked me with for the night — Mistress Jaycie. A woman I’d never met, a woman I was going to let control me in whatever way she wanted.

Time to give over. Time to explore my lust for pain and hopefully float into that mysterious subspace I’d been reading about.

My dick twitched at the thought of pure, empty-headed euphoria.

Would the Domme I’d been paired with have a heavy hand? Would she be beautiful? Did I even care? I just wanted — craved — submission, the type that would erase the shit in my mind for a while and maybe get my rocks off.

My ex had been vanilla, same as I’d always been, and when I got the urge to introduce something new in the bedroom, she’d looked at me with disgust. Hell, I’d only suggested handcuffs and ropes, hoping she’d agree so we could eventually move on to what I really wanted.

No such fucking luck.

I breathed deep and exhaled my thoughts along with the lungful of used-up air. The silence coating the dim, private scening room at Monique’s club in downtown Baltimore soothed me. Even if it turned out the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t for me, I’d at least have gotten to experience a semi-hard dick again.

A click sounded as the door opened, and I kept my head and gaze lowered as I’d been instructed in the class. Awareness crept over my skin like an electrical charge as heels clicked on hardwood. My heartbeat accelerated. The subtle scent of oranges hit my nose as black leather stiletto boots came into my line of sight.

Hot as fuck. I bit back my groan as my cock thickened. I swallowed against sudden nervousness, something I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.

“Hmm…” she murmured. The boots rounded to my left, disappearing in my periphery. “On your feet, slave.” Her low, husky voice prickled my skin, bringing my dick to full attention.

I rose with as much grace as I could, hands at my sides, erection sticking up close to my navel.

A soft inhale tickled my ears as I straightened completely.

I knew what she saw — what she probably didn’t expect for a man teetering on the brink of the downslope from his prime. Daily yoga, running, and weight training kept my body looking the same as it had at twenty-five.

Something tailed down my backbone and across the top of my ass cheeks, lacking the warmth of skin. Crop? Cane? The urge to know made me want to shift my stance, but I held still.

She rounded to the right and stopped in front of me.

From my height, most of her body came into view even though I kept my head lowered. The black leather of her boots hugged defined calves, stopping just above her knees. A good twelve inches of smooth, pale skin gave way to a tight leather skirt — also black — over flared hips, ending at her tiny waist. She held a crop in her right hand.

My dick actually jumped, bumping my abs.

I glanced up through my lashes, filling my eyes with the corset-cinched tits threatening to spill over the top. The milky-white globes set my mouth to watering.

“You will call me Mistress.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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SPOTLIGHT: Protection Detail by Sean Michael @seanmichael09 #BDSM #romancebooks #LGBT

It took me two years to finally get Dustin and King’s story written for the Underground Series, but I finally had a chance to do it and I’m happy with how it came out. I hope the Protection Detail guys liked as much as the guys from Special Teams and Emergency Services.

Thank you to Jessica for hosting a post for Protection Detail!

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Dom Dustin Lefevre works hard and plays harder. He attends the Underground Club whenever he can and is always very much in demand by the unattached subs. After one such evening, he runs into King Tamber, the Dom who taught him everything he knows. King and Dustin parted ways after several years of King teaching Dustin how to be the best Dom he can be.

Now, King has come back into Dustin’s life with a new proposal. He wants to recreate Dustin’s club scenes with Dustin in the submissive role. Dustin doesn’t understand why King would want to do scenes with him again, but King is very persuasive and Dustin finds that he can’t resist. Now all Dustin has to do is figure out how to continue without having his heart broken.

Meanwhile, King has regretted parting ways with Dustin every day. Seeing Dustin working the subs at the club has given him an idea of how he can connect with Dustin again. He knows he screwed up with Dustin when they last parted and he can only hope that through his new plan, he can woo Dustin and ensure they both get the happy ending they deserve.

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“I don’t understand, King. What’s up?” They didn’t have that sort of… friendship… anymore.

“The new rule is that whatever you do in a scene at the club, I’ll do to you.”

“What?” He shook his head. “Stop playing around.”

“I’m not playing, Dusty. I think it would be good for you to go through what you put your subs through. It reminds you of how intense this is for them. Reminds you what each of the sensations is.”

“I’m a good Dom!” Was that what this was about? Had someone complained about him? If they had, how come Daniel or Chris hadn’t come to him?

Fuck.

Fuck.

He’d thought the Underground was a place he was wanted, welcomed. He played all over and no one had been weird; subs always wanted to play with him.

King reached out and took his hand. “Stop. I can see your mind going a million miles an hour. This isn’t because you’ve done anything wrong. Quite the contrary, you’re an amazing Dom. I bet if you asked the subs to line up in front of either you or me, you’d have the longer line. This is entirely between you and me.” King sat back as their waitress brought their drinks.

“Your burgers’ll be up soon.”

“Thanks.” King nodded to her, then sat forward again, resuming his explanation. “This is about you and me.”

“You and me?” There was no him and King. Hadn’t ever been. Not really. “What are you up to? I know the subs tonight would want you.” He didn’t understand.

“I’m not doing it because I think I’m unlovable or anything like that, Dusty. I believe it would be an interesting experiment. Fascinating, even. I’m a Dom’s Dom after all.”

“I’m not… That’s not for me, man.” Christ, that was still creepy, how King always knew what he was thinking. He’d never figured that out.

One of King’s eyebrows went up. “Liar.” That was all he said. That one word and one eyebrow, the look in King’s eyes.

“King…” This was totally not what he had expected out of his day, out of this scene.

“Are you telling me that the idea doesn’t have any appeal whatsoever?” King sounded like he didn’t think that could possibly be true.

“I don’t bottom anymore, King. Ever.”

“Of course not—you’re a Dom. You don’t bottom for subs. I’m not a sub. But if you’re honest with yourself, you’ll admit you want to abide by my new rule.”

The coffee and Coke were on the table, and he hid in the steam, in the familiar actions of adding a bit of cream to his coffee. He wasn’t used to this anymore—this uncertainty, this confusion.

King lounged there, watching him, not letting him escape that piercing gaze.

“So what brought this up?” he finally asked.

“Honestly? I miss you. I miss what we had.”

“But I’m not a Dom-in-training anymore. You said yourself that we were getting too intense.” Dustin hadn’t been the one to decide he had learned all he could from King.

“We were getting extremely intense. But I was wrong to think that was a bad thing. I can keep you sharp, keep you on your toes. I can remind you that every now and then you need to fly too.”

“This was not a discussion I’d expected to have, my friend. Not ever.” He knew King, and the man was not the kind of guy to change his mind about things.

“It’s not one I’d expected to have, either. But like I said, I miss you. I miss our intensity. I want to do this. I want to watch you do a scene with a sub, and then I want to do it with you.”

“So what, once a month we have a scene?” Because King didn’t know about the Friday night club. Or the Saturday night club. “I don’t know, man. I’m not sure I’m up for bottoming.” Besides, he didn’t have sex with his subs. He wanted to share orgasms with King, not scenes.

“Whenever you do a scene, you come see me and tell me about it. We get our rocks off over it, then the next night, I do you in the same scene. It’s win-win.”

“No way. You see me do a scene, then we can talk about it,” he countered.

“I see you do a scene, we talk about it, we get off, I do you in the same scene.” It looked like King wasn’t budging on doing the scene with him in the sub role.

“If I safeword, we’re done, and no matter what, we’re still friends afterward.” He’d just safeword and let King get over this nonsense. He didn’t want to lose a chance to… “You know what, no. No, this is a dumb idea.”

“The safeword is sacrosanct, of course I’d stop, and we’d still be friends. But it isn’t a dumb idea. Not at all. It’s a way for us to play, Dusty. Don’t you want to play with me?” King asked.

“Yeah. I’ve missed you, man.” But King knew that.

“Then let’s play. Let’s make the new rule. Let’s get intense,” King said.

“I still think this is a dangerous idea.”

“I know it’s a dangerous idea. That’s a part of the appeal.” King’s voice had gone a little rough, like talking about this was turning him on.

“So how many other men have you tried this pitch on?” He wasn’t sure what the hell King’s endgame was, but he wanted to know.

King’s eyebrows drew down, that slight roughness turning into something deeper. “Just you.”

“Don’t get all growly on me, man. You show up after telling me we had to take the ‘with benefits’ off our description and the first thing you want is to add it back on.”

“Have you never made a mistake, Dusty?” King asked.

He snorted. “Shit, man. I am the king of learning from my mistakes.”

“Then let me learn from mine. Let’s do this.”

“If you see me in a scene, we talk, we get off. Then, if we agree, we re-enact.” After all, he wanted to get off with King. They’d always been good together.

King shook his head. “No. I want the scene guaranteed.”

Christ, that made him squirmy. Dustin gave King a long look. “You swear no one put you up to this?”

“Dusty. I am not the type of man who lets anyone ‘put me up’ to anything. You know that. This is me. All me.”

He searched those grey eyes, so dark, so sure. “You are the most crazy-making man alive.”

King grinned. “I might have heard that a time or two. From you.”

“It’s still true.”

Their food arrived, two plates with big juicy burgers and large sides of fries. “You let me know if you need anything else,” the waitress told them.

“We will.” King nodded, then put a hand on Dustin’s when he went to grab a fry. “Let’s settle this before we eat.”

“I want it on record that I think this is going to be weird.” He was a Top. Period. He wasn’t a switch. He didn’t want a Dom.

“I have no problem with you thinking it’s weird. As long as you agree to the rule, I’m good with it.”

“You see the scene, we talk, we get off, we re-enact. This once.”

King shook his head. “No. Not once. Every time.”

Dustin’s lips opened, closed, a thousand thoughts running through his head.

King leaned forward. “Give me a year. Twelve months and then we can revisit.”

“A year?” What? King was home for a month? Maybe two? And King only knew about the monthly Underground meetings, not the others. So he’d make sure any scenes there were easy, and he’d get a chance to get off with his fantasy man.

“That’s right—twelve months.” King still had hold of his hand, the heat searing, burning into his skin.

“This is a mistake.” He was hard as a rock.

“If you really believed that, you’d have given me a flat-out no when we first started this conversation.”

“Blame it on the shock. One year. Can we just eat now?”

“We totally can.” King sat back and grabbed a fry, munching away.

About the Author

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

 

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#NewRelease – Yes, Sir @AuthorPaigeW #BDSM #Romance

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Genres/Themes: BDSM, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance,
Second Chance Romance
Length: 109 pages

Zoe: If someone had told me one sexy biker would change my life, I’d have laughed. Men had come and gone in my twenty-one years, but I’d never found one worth keeping. Until the sexy Dom strolled into my place of work with the most outrageous offer I’d ever heard. Or maybe I was the crazy one since I agreed to his proposal.

Beau: There’s only one thing I love more than my Harley or my shop… my daughter. I’d do anything for Allie, even something as crazy as finding a fake fiancée. But if that’s what it takes to get full custody, I’ll do it. I never counted on falling for the temptress I dragged into this mess though. The way Zoe surrendered to me was beautiful and addicting. The more I had of her, the more I wanted.

WARNING: Spanking. Bondage. And a Dom who won’t take no for an answer.

Excerpt

Summer in Texas was no damn joke. The temperature had been over one hundred degrees every day for weeks now, and it wasn’t letting up anytime soon. It might not have been so bad, but the humidity had been up too.

I wanted to kick the crap out of my car in frustration, but my footwear held me back. The last thing I needed to do was break a toe or worse. Hands on my hips, I stared at my piece of crap car, like it had all the answers. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be imparting any wisdom to me, and I was seriously melting on the sidewalk. Something cold skated down my arm and I turned to see Mr. Sexy standing next to me, a cold bottle of water in his hand, and a panty-melting smile on his lips.

“Looks like you could use this,” he said. “Bad day?”

“You could say that.”

I accepted the bottle of water and took a big gulp, hastily wiping away the droplets that spilled from the corner of my mouth. He nodded toward my car, which still had the windows rolled down from my drive over.

“Either you like fresh air or you don’t have A/C.”

“A little bit of both. The vents don’t work at all anymore, which is a pain in the ass when it rains and the windshield fogs because the defroster doesn’t work either.”

He frowned and leaned through the window of my car to check it out. What the hell he could tell by just looking at the interior I didn’t know. Cars were a mystery to me. I knew you put gas in them, turned the key, and pressed the pedal to make it go. Other than that, I didn’t have a clue. I’d never had a dad to show me how to change the oil or fix a flat tire.

“Why don’t you pull it over to the shop for a minute and I’ll take a look?”

I bit my lip. “I appreciate it, really, but I can’t afford –”

He cut me off. “No charge. No one should drive around in this heat without air. If you got stuck in traffic too long, you could overheat and pass out. I can’t promise I can fix it, but what would it hurt for me to check out it?”

“Why would you do it for free?” I asked, more than a little skeptical. No one ever did anything for free. I just couldn’t figure out what he’d possibly want from me. I wasn’t exactly ugly, but with my hair not brushed and windblown, I wasn’t looking my best.

“Maybe I’m hoping it will convince you I’m a nice guy.”

My eyebrows lifted. “And are you?”

“Most of the time.” He chuckled. “So, what do you say? Let me take a look?”

“Sure. I appreciate it.”

He walked back over to the shop next door and I climbed into my car to pull it over to the open bay that didn’t have a motorcycle parked in it. The interior of the garage was a little cooler than the sidewalk had been and several fans were blasting a nice breeze through the place. Some of the guys stopped what they were doing to see what was going on, and there were one or two smirks, but Mr. Sexy scowled at them and everyone got back to work.

I’d left the keys in the ignition, so Mr. Sexy cranked the engine and played with the air controls. Then he got out and walked around to the passenger side. I saw him grab some tools from a nearby cabinet, but I didn’t want to lean into the car to watch him. He popped back out of the car a few minutes later with some strange looking thing in his hand.

“This is your problem,” he said. “The actuator burnt out. It’s the little motor that controls your air flow. I can look up the part and see if anyone local has one.”

“I really do appreciate you checking it out, but I can’t afford to replace anything right now. I was hoping it was just a loose wire or something.”

His gaze scanned me from head to toe before taking in my poor car. My RAV4 had more dings and dents than most cars, and at twenty years old, the leather seats were tearing and the paint was losing its shine. Even the windows had sounded like they were having trouble rolling up and down the last few times, and I worried they would crap out too and I’d be stuck without so much as a breeze to cool me down.

“Just how much trouble are you in right now?” he finally asked, his gaze going to the bruise on my cheek.

I didn’t know how much to share with him, what with him being a stranger and all. It wasn’t like we were BFFs chatting over coffee. It was sweet that he was trying to take care of me, but I’d been standing on my own two feet for so long I’d almost forgotten how to accept help when it came my way, which was seldom. He nodded toward the door on the far side of the shop and I followed him out of the work area.

Inside, the air conditioning was going full blast and I nearly sighed in relief. There was a small waiting area with black leather couches, a desk with a register, and then two closed doors. One had a bathroom sign on it, so I assumed the other was the office. Mr. Sexy pushed open the unmarked door and motioned for me to have a seat across from the rather large desk littered with papers.

“So, you’re the manager here?” I asked, checking the place out.

That damn irresistible smirk was back. “I’m the owner.”

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SPOTLIGHT: No One Until Her

The final Risso Family novella is now available!

No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage

Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.

When untamed Livi Risso’s insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.

Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?


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EXCERPT

“What’s your name, sub?” I asked.

“Li … Lisa.”

I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.”

“Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?”

“You’re Italian, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.”

The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.

Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching.

He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.

The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side. 

As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.

I quirked a brow in invitation.

He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.

“Master Devon, care to join us this evening?”