Out Now—Unconventional by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #bdsm #spanking #romance

 

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Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law could put an end to her career before it’s even begun. But thanks to her lawyer daddy’s contacts, she’s been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself and make her stupid behavior go away.

Which is how she ends up working in a soup kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of it. She’s not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge, she’s even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, Maddox is the sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets to know him, she starts to see things differently. He’s had a checkered past himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous career as a top chef.

Maddox may have unconventional looks, but Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself attracted to him. He’s a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely different stages, but in spite of this, there’s an undeniable connection between them.

When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where will it lead?

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Excerpt:

From the very second I laid eyes on him, it was clear he was unconventional. If I’m being truthful, I thought he looked like a complete nutter—someone I’d probably cross the road to avoid. Even in the daytime. He was tall and skinny, with a shock of black hair—still apparent under his hairnet—and pale skin. Kind of like Edward Scissorhands. Only—mercifully—without the scissors for hands part. A vine-looking tattoo began at his left wrist, worked its way up his arm, then snaked beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt…to who knew where?

Oddly, even though I mentally kicked myself for thinking it, I found myself wanting to find out. Did it stop at his upper arm, his shoulder? Did it continue over his back, his chest, twine its way around a pectoral, sneaking in toward the nipple? Or even farther south, perhaps?

Even if you took Mr. Unusual out of the equation, there was nothing normal about the situation I found myself in. After all, what recent graduate of law school finds themselves volunteering in a soup kitchen? A recent graduate who lost her head—and heart—over a bad boy, that’s who.

Most people seem to think that those who study law are smart. Super smart, actually. There’s a reason for that—folks who study law are smart. If they pass all the exams, that is. And I did—with distinction. Which makes me clever on paper, I suppose, but apparently lacking in common sense, or perhaps I just have severely poor judgment. Or both.

However you want to look at it, I fucked up. Big time. I fell for the wrong guy, trusted him, and ended up caught up in something that got me arrested.

It could have been the end of my law career. Before it had even started, and after all those years of education—not to mention a rather large chunk of my parents’ cash. Fortunately, they’ve got plenty of it, due to my daddy’s successful career. He works in law, too, which, luckily for me, means he’s got friends in high places.

So it was less voluntary work, more community service. Otherwise known as do-this-or-you’ll-get-a-criminal-record-and-kiss-your-career-goodbye.

Fixing my potential glittering career in my mind, I took a deep breath and crossed the industrial-looking kitchen, heading toward him. He looked utterly at home chopping carrots—he was like one of those chefs you see on the telly, his hand and the knife he gripped moving so fast they were almost a blur. I cringed at the thought of trying such a thing. Never mind the end of my career, it’d be the end of my fingers.

Approaching cautiously—I didn’t want to startle him and cause a horrific accident—I waited until he’d finished his carrot before speaking. “Um, hi.”

Turning quickly, still with his knife in his hand, he smiled. “Ah, hello. You must be Penny.”

For a moment, I was so caught up in his eyes that I couldn’t reply. Fortunately, I managed to get a grip before I was the one who was a nutter. “Um, yes, that’s right. I’m here to help out.”

As though suddenly realizing he still held the knife, he glanced at it in his hand, then quickly put it down on the counter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to greet you with a blade! I’m so used to using the things that it’s like they’re an extension of my arm.”

Hmm, so maybe he’s Edward Knifehands. I suppressed a shudder.

Those stunning eyes—such an unnatural yet beautiful blue—twinkling, he held out his now empty hand. “I’m Maddox Black. Pleased to meet you. And very pleased to have you here.”

We shook. As we did so, the heat that had sparked inside me when we’d made eye contact began to intensify.

Christ, no, Penny. You just ditched one bad boy. The last thing you need to do is swap him for another one.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

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Feature Friday ~ Christmas with His Best Friend by Doris O’Connor #BDSM #Rubenesque #HolidayStory @MamaD8 @EvernightPub

 

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release. Christmas with his Best Friend.

This was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.

Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?

Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasising about her best friend too.

Dare they take that leap into the unknown?

You’ll have to read the book to find out.

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They’ve been friends for twenty years until … this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

 

Christmas with his Best Friend released December 7th and is available from

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 Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.

“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.

“Josh?”

Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.

“I want you, little one.”

His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.

“Please, I…”

Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”

Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.

“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”

There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.

So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.

It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”

Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.

“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”

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About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Spotlight ~ Be Mine by N.J. Young #ERom #BDSM #Ebook @NeilaRocks @EvernightPub

 

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Thank you for sharing my new release, Be Mine (Love With A Price, Book 3). Dylan may just be my favorite hero so far. He’s a veterinarian, and I can’t resist a man who has a soft spot for animals. I hope you enjoy the love story of Dylan and Carly as much as I enjoyed writing it! See below for an excerpt, as well as links to read excerpts from the first two books in the series.

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Be Mine (Love With A Price, Book 3)
By: N.J. Young
Genres: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, BDSM
Triggers: Light Bondage, Spanking
Release Date: March 2, 2016
Publisher: Evernight Publishing


Blurb

After a bad breakup, Dylan Price is ready to give up on love. That is, until Carly Peters walks through the door of his veterinary clinic on a stormy night. Even though she’s drenched and holding an angry, pregnant cat, Dylan can’t stop the thrill of excitement he feels when Carly looks at him. Could she be the one? Or is she just after Dylan for his money?

When Carly Peters comes back to Oakville to help her mom run the local animal shelter, the last thing on her mind is falling in love, especially with the town vet. But no one told her Dr. Dylan Price was a gorgeous ball of sexy. And she certainly wasn’t expecting him to tug on her heart. Can she convince Dylan to take a chance on her? And will she be able to truly fall for a man who doesn’t trust her?

 

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Excerpt

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She ran her fingers through her cat’s soft fur, shooting a glance at Dylan, who stood at the counter. She hadn’t seen him since high school, and the years sure had been good to him. He wore a lab coat over a rumpled blue button-down shirt and a pair of worn jeans. Carly found herself itching to slide the lab coat off his shoulders so she could get a better look at his physique. His apparel did nothing to hide the fact that he was perfectly cut, but she wanted to see for herself. She wanted to slide her hands down his arms and feel the muscles there. She thought of her arms circling around his waist and tilting her head up for his kiss as she cupped his muscular backside.

Suddenly Dylan turned to her, and she realized she’d been staring at him. He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Blushing furiously, she turned back to her cat. “No, nothing,” she mumbled, but her pink parts were throbbing with need. Damn, she needed to get laid.

Wow, when has that thought ever crossed my mind? She’d finally given in and had sex with her one serious college boyfriend, then wondered what all the fuss was about. Somehow, she’d bet Dylan could show her what it was about.

When he walked slowly toward her, she realized she’d been staring at him again. She stood up straight and faced him, expecting him to stop within a couple of feet of her. But then she noticed his expression—his hooded eyes, his parted lips—and her heart sped up.

Dylan backed her up against an empty cage, not touching her, but standing so close he trapped her nonetheless. “Carls, I’m trying to be a good boy, but it’s very hard when you keep looking at me like that.”

She almost giggled at the double-entendre. Yes, sometimes she had the sense of humor of a twelve-year-old boy.

Dylan smirked and raised one dark eyebrow, immediately catching her meaning. Her smile quickly disappeared as he pressed his lower half to hers. She gasped as she felt his erection. My God, he must have a monster in his pants. She lifted her hands, thinking she should push him away, but instead she fisted his shirt, pulling him closer. When he bent his head to kiss her, she let her eyes float shut.

His lips had barely brushed hers when…

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N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing.

Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels.

N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.

 

 


 

 

 

Sunday Snippet ~ Trouble in Paradise by London St. James #Giveaway #ERom #Western @LSJRomance

 

If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back to Dallas.Since coming home Sutton has inherited herself a heap of headaches, two bossy
men who want her for their own, threatening notes, and a whole lot of trouble
in Paradise.

Having Doc McNab as competition, being ten years Sutton’s senior, and under her
employ, meant the deck was stacked against Flint Palmer when it came to winning
the sexy, vivacious Sutton as his woman. No way would she be interested in an
old, worn-out, ex-rodeo cowboy like him, but that wasn’t going to stop the man
from trying.

With the exception of the pretty as a picture, Sutton Callaway, Kale McNab’s
childhood sucked. He’d been jerked up more so than raised by his ex-convict of
a father, eventually leaving the girl and West Texas behind. Now, he’s all
grown and back in Sutton’s life, willing to do whatever it takes to stay there.

Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Western Romance, Multiple
Partners, Suspense, Spanking, Series

Please Note: This is the novel length book following the
introductory novella Welcome to Paradise in the Paradise Ranch Series 

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What do readers have to say about Trouble in Paradise?

5 sexy stars!! Whoo I may need to be hosed down after reading this sexy, sexy book!! Melissa –Amazon

Whoo! What a twisting turning, one hell of a cliff hanger, roller coaster ride that was. –Cutting Muse Blog Review

It’s a must read book. Shelly – Goodreads

Excerpt:
Kale McNab  (a.k.a. the devil) chuckled then ran his fingers through the strands of his brown-sugar-colored hair, mussing them as he eyed her chest. “Nice shirt, cowgirl.”
“Right. Don’t you really mean nice tits?”
“That, too,” he said, lifting his gaze up to her face. A second later, he glanced over to her truck. “What happened?”
“I was trying to find out when you interrupted me.”
“By all means,” he said, gesturing with his arm out in a cheesy game-show host kind of way. “Don’t let me stop you. Commence with the show.”
His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again.
Sutton’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
He locked gazes with her. “You know. All that jiggling about and hand waving you were doing was
cute.”
“Jiggling about?” She lifted her chin and set her shoulders. “Cute?” she asked, piqued.
“Yeah,” he said, strolling past her to peek over the front of her pick-up. “Do you know anything
about motors?”
“No.”
“So why look under the hood?”
Ugh. Even after all these years, the guy was just as infuriating as he was when he
was a boy tormenting her on their bus rides to and from school.
With nothing else to do, because she wasn’t going to answer him, Sutton observed Kale poke
around under the hood, seeing the cords flex in his tanned forearms. Why, oh why, did the devil need to wear muscle-hugging T-shirts and worn button fly blue jeans?
A second later, he shook his head. “Sutton. Looks like your engine is shot to shit.” He returned his attention to her with those green eyes of his. “You better call Tucker to come tow it since”—He patted the top of the front wheel well—“this old Ford isn’t going anywhere without one.”
“Dang it.” She spun around.
“Where ya headed?” he asked.
“Back inside the hardware store to have them unload the bed of the truck and to call Macinroy.”
Kale caught up to her and kept pace. “Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re
ticked?”
She slowed.
He followed suit.
Sutton stopped.
So did he.
She turned to gawk at him.
Kale met her gaze. “You have the greenest eyes. They remind me of expensive jewels.”
“You can’t be serious,” she said.
His lips quirked up at the corners while he stood there oozing confidence and dangerous bad boy
charm. “I assure you. I’m always serious when it comes to sexy women.”
She rolled those “jewels” of hers at him. “How is that working out for you?”
“Hm?”
“This whole slicker’n owl shit thing you have going on,” she said, making an air circle
with her hand in front of him. “Do women really fall for your line of crap?”
He chuckled. “Crap, huh?”
“Kale, you’re so full of it, I’m surprised your eyes aren’t brown.”
“Hell, Sutton.” He reached out and swiped a stray lock of hair from her sweaty face—his
knuckles briefly brushing against her damp neck. “You really do know how to cut a notch in a guy’s ego.”
“I’m sure your ego can handle having a notch or two whittled away.” She resumed her trek to
the front doors of the store. For some reason, which eluded her, Kale kept pace. “Why are you following me?”
“Darlin’,” he said in a pitying, you-poor-clueless-little-thing manner which made her grit her teeth. “I was on my way to your ranch, but I saw you jumping and waving around at the front of your truck, so I thought I’d pull in here and see if I could lend a hand.”
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About London:

I love: Coca-Cola, anything chocolate, reading, writing, singing, dancing, movies, listening to thunder storms, watching it rain, the mountains, the ocean, orchids, great smiles, and guys with brooding eyes and great scowls.

So, I write erotic romance (mostly) although I have one or two sweet romances bopping around out there in the great big world of published books. If you want to know more about them, you can pop on over to my website.

If you want to know a little bit more about me, you can find me on social media, you know, Facebook, Twitter and such. Oh, and you are cordially invited to come join my FB group Slip Between the Pages with London where you can ask me about any of my books, or if you just want to talk about something random such as the best way to make a horrible meatloaf, I’m your girl. *Smiles* We have a lot of fun in that group. *Whispers conspiratorially* Sometimes we spike the punch. Shh…Don’t tell.

***Giveaway***
London will be giving away a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card, a PDF copy of the
introductory novella to Paradise Ranch, Welcome to Paradise, and a signed paperback copy of Trouble in Paradise to one lucky winner. To be eligible to win, enter the Rafflecopter.

Giveaway runs from 3/21 to 4/4.

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “You, belong to me now, Patrice.” #MWTease #DarkTalesDiaries #Audio @LSJRomance

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

Special thanks to Angelica Dawson for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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Today’s tease I’m sharing with the awesome London St. James.

Here is a look into “Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three”, London’s latest release….

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Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three
Narrated by: John Thrust

Listening Time: 2hrs 2 min

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking
Please Note: This is a series best if read/listened to in order

 

Read an Excerpt from Dance for Me:
The first time I’d met Mr. Armitage we’d been seated next to each other at a wedding reception. I remember thinking he reminded me of a slightly older version of Travis Fimmel, only with hunter-green eyes, and temptingly tousled chocolate-colored hair. While we’d never crossed paths before that day, we found out during small talk over dinner, we had a mutual friend in the bride. When dinner was over and the music started, he asked me to dance. I would have said yes, but my time with him was interrupted by an emergency call.

Damn cell phones.

The second time I met Mr. Armitage was by complete accident. Not that I ran into him in a grocery store or something. No. It was an accident quite simply because, he was the last man I was expecting to see. Let me qualify. I’d been making some discrete inquiries about an exclusive, member’s only—for lack of a better description—sex club. So, I wasn’t at all prepared when I scheduled a casual meet and greet lunch with the owner of said club, and he turned out to be the sexy, charismatic man who’d asked me to dance at a wedding reception two months earlier.

After I took another deep breath or two, all right, maybe it was more like three, I opened the door, and stepped into the room where the most handsome man I’d ever seen awaited. Unlike the last two times we met, I was at least semi-prepared for the devastating smile he wore.

It took six steps before I arrived to where he was seated. He watched me approach, his gaze sweeping over me from my black pumps to the top of my head before he stood and swiped his large hand down the front of his deep-purple tie.

“Mr. Armitage,” I greeted, extending out my hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in contact again so soon.”

“No?”

“No. But it’s good to see you.”

Damon took hold of my proffered appendage, but instead of a shake, he lifted my hand to his bent head and brushed his lips over the backs of my knuckles in a soft and lingering manner before letting me go.

“Ms. Wyngate,” he said in a voice that slipped over every inch of my body like a velvet blanket. God. The man’s voice was amazing. Then I was walloped when he met my gaze. I wasn’t at all sure if it was his confidence, his voice, the remaining sensation of his lips on my flesh, or his piercing eyes that gave me the good kind of chills. However, I had to consider it very well may be the combination of them all. “The pleasure is assuredly mine.”

“Please,” I said, gesturing toward a chair. “Have a seat.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“May I have my assistant bring you something to drink? A Pellegrino perhaps?”

Evidently my question pleased him since he hit me with his pearly whites once more. “You remembered.”

I don’t think I could forget one single thing about my last meeting with him, not even what he preferred to drink.

“Yes,” I said.

He waved a dismissive hand. “Thank you for offering, but I’m fine.”

“All right,” I said, taking my seat across from him.

“I’ve gone over all the information, keeping in mind what we personally discussed last week, as well what you submitted to me.”

I nodded.

“What you’ve requested is very specific.”

“Are specifics a bad thing?”

He gave a low laugh. “On the contrary. I have found a man whom I believe is exactly what you’re looking for.”

My stomach dipped. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed as he reached into his dark gray suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Here’s his personal and medical information.”

Damon placed the envelope on the table and slid it across to me with the tips of his obviously manicured fingers.

“Okay,” I said, plucking it up. “Do you want me to read this right now?”

He inclined his head.

Opening the envelope, I slid the paper out. After making sure I had a firm grip on my control in order to keep my hands from shaking, I allowed my attention to fall to the page I held.

Caucasian Male. 41 years of age.

Height: 6’-2”

Weight: 182lbs

Hobbies: Biking, hiking, racket ball, parasailing, scuba diving.

Occupation: Entrepreneur/Self employed

Sexual orientation: Straight

Family and marital status: Divorced. No children.

Then I read the detailed medical report.

Non tobacco user. Non smoker. Negative for HIV.

There were no sexually transmitted diseases or any type of communicable diseases. No major or even minor health problems. No family history of mental instability. I even knew this man’s blood type.

My eyes rounded.

Name: Damon Armitage

My head popped up and I looked at him, muttering, “You?”

“Tell me, Ms. Wyngate. Do you agree with my recommendation?”

I froze. Shocked. In fact, I don’t even believe I was blinking.

“Ms. Wyngate?”

“Yes,” I said, focusing in on his stunning face.

He chuckled. “Would that be a ‘yes’ you agree?”

I carefully placed the paper down in front of me on the oak conference room table, and crossed my hands, sitting them atop the document I’d just read. “I’m. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m a little surprised,” I finally offered.

With a tilt to his head as though studying me he asked, “Why?”

“I guess….” I paused, trying to gather my addled thoughts. “I’m not sure. I suppose when I talked with you about what I was looking for; I just assumed you would—”

“Patrice,” he said, stopping my ramblings. “Make no mistake. From the first moment I saw you walk into Dana and Josh’s wedding reception, I wanted you for myself.”

This statement completely took me aback. Damon was commanding and sexy as all hell, and I couldn’t believe I interested him. I’m sure the man could have his pick of beautiful, sexually progressive women who knew all the ins and outs of the world he lived in.

“You did?” I asked, still attempting to wrap my mind around him wanting me.

He nodded. “Oh, yes. When you told me what you were looking for, what you desired, I knew you would be mine. There was no way I would arrange for any other man to possess you.” He met my gaze, dead on. “What you’re searching for and what I’ve been searching for are a perfect match. You wish to test your boundaries. Long to give up control. I enjoy having control. Trust me.” His voice had gone low. “It will be my greatest pleasure to give you exactly what you need.”

My mouth went dry. “It will?”

“Yes,” he said, assuredly. “Now. All I need is your agreement.”

I glanced down and studied my hands, and for the first time in my life, I felt unsure. Not of him. I had no doubt he was completely capable of giving me what I wanted. I wasn’t even unsure of myself. It was…Well, I wasn’t sure I could release the words from my mouth that would make this whole thing real.

“Patrice?” he questioned.

“Okay,” I said.

“Look at me.”

I did, struck by the charisma and sexual pull of this man. It surrounded him like an aura of pulsing power, bringing attention to the throbbing ache between my thighs.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Do you agree?”

Straightening my spine, I said, “Yes, Damon. I agree.”

He smiled, wide and bright. “That’s what I wanted.” There was a slight pause. “Tomorrow afternoon you will receive a little something from me via courier. You will wear what I send. My driver will arrive at your home tomorrow evening at eight o’clock to pick you up and bring you to me at Indigo House.” He rose in a breathtaking fluidity from where he’d been seated. “When you arrive, you will be escorted up to one of the private play rooms. You’ll wait for me there. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He walked to where I was seated and held out a hand. I took it, wrapping my fingers around his and stood. He used his knuckles to methodically outline my jaw, then he tucked his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. I gazed into his eyes, watching the pupils grow larger and darker, eating up the green of them as though he were starving for me. Longing zipped down the length of my body. Damon curled his palm around the base of my skull—securing me. Two heartbeats passed.

I shivered when he leaned down and whispered, his warm breath bathing my ear in sweet sensation. “Have no doubt. You, belong to me now, Patrice.”

He kissed me. One simple, soft, chaste kiss on the lips. But it was enough to almost bring me to my knees.

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If you ask me this is a must read, I can’t wait for Vol 3. —Kindle Customer

From a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O–yeah, you read that correctly–there’s definitely something for everyone in Ms. James’ Dark Tales Diaries volumes. —Audible Review

 

 

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Holiday Spotlight ~ Dancing Together by Wendi Zwaduk #Holiday #Romance #BDSM #MustRead @WendiZwaduk

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Dancing Together by Wendi Zwaduk

Naughty Teachers, book 4

Contemporary, Holiday, Christmas

Short Story

M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking

Ellora’s Cave

What happens in Vegas at Christmas stays in Vegas…​​

Jordy Murphy isn’t the warm, fuzzy family type. Instead of getting together with all the newly minted couples in his family, he is in the center of sin, decadence and sex for the holidays. He craves the lights, the Christmas glitter and dancing with sexy women when he spots the one woman he hoped to see, but never expected to be there—Ally.
Allyson Benson wants Jordy Murphy in her stocking for Christmas. No other present will do, so she’s pulling out all the stops to show him a sexy time. Will their relationship extinguish faster than Christmas candles or do they have the passion to last throughout the season?

Available at:

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EXCERPT:
Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk, 2015, All Rights Reserved

“I need some Christmas cheer.” Jordy Murphy stood in front of the mirror in his Las Vegas hotel room and groaned. He raked his fingers over the top of his head. He’d cut his hair the week before and still wasn’t sure about the new look. The shorter ’do was too severe. He preferred the longer, floppy style with highlights streaked into his blond hair. The change wasn’t awful, just different—and he’d be able to hide it under a Santa hat anyway.

He adjusted his tie, emblazoned with snowballs, then smoothed out the suit coat. He snorted. The outfit was rather formal for clubbing in Vegas, but he wasn’t headed to just any club on any given night. This was Christmas Eve. According to the e-invite he’d received, he was to go upstairs to Club49 for the holiday extravaganza. Fifty bucks a head with all drinks and a buffet included as well. Unless the unnamed item had the name of the club emblazoned on it, he’d re-gift to his brother or sister.

He turned away from the mirror and fiddled with the band on his smart watch. The device had been the best investment and his Christmas present to himself. He’d inputted his identification and credit card information so he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his wallet at the party. As he swiped across the screens on his watch, he noticed an image. His breath clogged in his throat. Allyson Benson. According to her email, she’d be in Vegas at the same party. She’d been the reason he’d decided to duck out of Cleveland in favor of the lights in Sin City. Was she really waiting upstairs? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted her in his stocking for Christmas.

The lights on the Strip flashed in his hotel room. He’d left the curtains for his bank of windows open. The play of color calmed him. He strolled over to the wall of glass and gazed out at the strip below. No snow, unlike Cleveland and northern Ohio. Back home, his favorite state was buried in a foot of the white stuff. He glanced up at the sky, expecting to see stars, but there were none. He liked stars.

For a moment he wondered if there was any peace on the Strip. There probably wasn’t much silence back home. He shuddered. He loved his brother and sister-in-law as well as his sister and brother-in-law. Hell, he’d been the best man in both of his brother Corey’s weddings. He shook his head. Only Corey could fuck up his love life and still come out on top. Katie, Corey’s wife, had more patience than a saint to put up with Corey and to marry him twice.

Jordy pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it was the jet lag from the long flight or the time change, but part of him wished he wasn’t going to the party. A tiny bit of him wanted to be home with his family—despite the fact that they drove him berserk. He wasn’t about to listen to more baby talk or help his sister and brother-in-law decide on baby names. So they were going to make him an uncle? Wonderful, but he didn’t give a shit what they named the kid. Was that bad? Did that make him an awful uncle? Oh well.

Something his father said came to mind. “Never stick with one woman and never let anyone tie you down.” His father certainly lived by that motto. Each of his children was created with a different woman. When Dear Old Dad showed up for a family gathering, he had a new female on his arm. Jordy wished his father would’ve stuck with one woman to birth his children—that would’ve made life easier and removed most of the tension from the holidays. But no. Gary Murphy needed to keep his love life interesting. Jordy swore he’d never turn into a womanizer like his father.

At least his family wouldn’t be in Vegas for Christmas.

Thinking about children and relationships made his head ache. This was Christmas. He should be wanting to get together, not shove them all aside. He wasn’t good at relationships and loved his somewhat easy life. He spent a lot of time on his own. Being alone was great to a degree—he didn’t have to answer to anyone and could do things at his own pace. He didn’t have to worry about letting someone down. Sometimes, though, he wanted to share his life with someone.

His thoughts traveled to Allyson again. He sat on the bed and stared at her picture on his watch. He liked her and liked the way she fit in his arms. He dreamed about her kiss. Her laugh always brought him out of a bad mood. She’d been the one to suggest the trip and even gave him space. She was good for him and smart to boot.

So why wasn’t he with her in her room? Or in adjacent rooms? Because she’d claimed she didn’t want to intrude on his life if he decided to hook up with someone else for the holidays.

What if Allyson was the hottie he wanted to snuggle up with for Christmas? She could be the woman who played with his Yule log. He snorted. What a bad joke. He wasn’t huge, but he made do with what the good Lord had given him. Allyson seemed to like his dick. He smoothed his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. He wanted to find Allyson, bring her to his room and decorate her in whipped cream for the holidays. She liked to use toys in the bedroom. Maybe they could find a twenty-four hour sex shop and buy a little more Christmas cheer.

His phone beeped, bringing him out of his mini-fantasy. He sighed. He needed to head upstairs to the party, but he couldn’t get her out of his brain. What if she wasn’t there? What if Allyson paired off with someone else? He wasn’t sure he wanted to see her with another man. He’d kept things casual with her, so he only had himself to blame if she did decide to dump him for good.

He’d worry about her later. She might not be there, but there was a chance she’d come to Vegas and wanted to heat up the holidays with him.

Jordy stood and removed the Santa hat long enough to don the mask. Wearing a masquerade mask for the duration of the party seemed a little much, but whatever. He unzipped and loosened his belt. He needed to tuck his keycard into the little pocket inside his dress pants. Jordy locked his keys and wallet in the room safe, then strolled out of the room in the direction of the elevator. He pressed the button and while he waited for the car, he noted the eight doors in the hallway leading to various rooms. Getting a suite proved to be smart and secluded. He had more room and fewer people to deal with in the elevator. Would he run into Allyson? He hoped so.​

 

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By day, Wendi Zwaduk wrangles moose (you should see her black lab, he’s massive), juggles cats (she has three who believe dinner time comes at 1am and 3 am, plus about three times in between), and shuttles the tot. She’s a mom, football enthusiast, race fan and a sucker for anything blue.

By night, she writes love stories and feeds her inner romantic. She believes second chance romance is awesome no matter what the pairing. She also writes under the pen name of Megan Slayer and is published with Loose Id, Totally Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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A Holiday Spotlight ~ The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions by Doris O’Connor & Raven McAllan #Historical #TimeTravel #@MamaD8 @RavenMcAllan

Thanks so much for having the lovely Raven and me on your blog today. You know, we often talked about writing a book together, but that’s as far as it went. Then our reader  group TheRavdorChicks started nagging us—in the nicest possible way of course—that
they would love us to write a story together.
 
So, after much frantic skype messaging, where we brainstormed ideas, and one very sleepless night from me, when the start of a workable story actually came to me, the idea
was born.
 
What followed was a fun filled four days with Raven in Scotland, where we put our heads down, fuelled by wine, chocolate, and Gin & Tonics, and our fingers flew.
 
We had so much fun writing this story I can say this won’t be our last collaboration.  We hope readers will like The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions as much as we loved writing this story.
 
Much love from both of us!
 
Stay naughty now, folks.
 
D & R
xxx
 
 
 
 
Blurb:
 
Follow your heart and cross space and time…
When Clara lands the job as curator of Faversham House it’s a dream come true. Especially when her favorite Regency Erotica writer Vicky Hopewell shadows her in the run up to the annual estate ball—a tradition left over from Regency times.
The costume ball is always the highlight of the year, but neither woman expects to be confronted by two drop dead gorgeous Dukes.
Daniel Danvers, the Duke of Hockwell thinks Clara is one of the servants invited to the estate ball.
Kit Capel, the Duke of Aulban cannot understand why his wife Victoria acts as though she doesn’t know him.
As both couples slowly come to terms with the reality of their situations, can they find happiness? Is it as simple as following your heart?
Be Warned: bondage, spanking
 
Buy it from: Evernight  Amazon   Amazon UK   ARe  Bookstrand
Excerpt (18+):
 
Daniel paused mid swatting the delectable arse in front of him to rub, what must be a considerable ache by now, away. His quarry had stopped screaming for this Vicky, at last, and unless his senses were completely off, she was starting to enjoy his attention. Certainly her breaths were coming in short gasps, and instead of struggling, she was  raising her bottom into every carefully placed swat of his hand.
The evening was definitely looking up. As was his cock, which was in danger of
splitting his evening breeches.
There was one way to find out for sure. Daniel slipped his fingers under the  hideous undergarments, and smirked at the all over body shiver his girl gave. Satisfied
with not only her reaction but also by the wet, hair-free cunt he found, he let his digits linger.
“Oh, god.”
Her breathless moan spurred him on, and he grinned when he found her hidden pearl. She shivered again when he circled the tight nub, and Daniel set up lazy circles, designed to drive any woman wild. This chit proved no exception. The air grew heavy with the musk of aroused woman, and Daniel inhaled deeply, before he stopped the movement.
A strangled groan escaped his girl, and he tapped her arse again, when she tried
to rub her cunt on his fingers.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I want the truth, starting with your name, and maybe then I’ll
let you find release. Only on my say so, though, are we clear here, girl?”
“Fuck, yes … ow.”
Her arse cheeks wobbled most satisfactorily, when he yanked that odd fabric down to her knees, and delivered a few more swats to her delectable arse. The woman had a derriere made for fucking, hips to grab onto while he sunk his cock into her body and claimed what was his. That thought made his head come up. His? He had no business having proprietary thoughts toward a servant like that.
“Fuck, we most certainly will, but not without you telling me who you are, so…” He
delivered another open handed swat across both of her arse cheeks this time, and her answering deep throated moan made him go so hard it was a wonder he hadn’t spilled in his breeches yet.
“Clara, Sir. My name is Clara.”
Daniel slid his fingers through her sodden slit, and flicked her nub once, causing her to give another one of those cock hardening moans.
“Very nice, but the correct address would be my lord, chit, would it not?”
A strangled groan was his response this time, and when he withdrew his fingers
again, she slumped.
“Sorry, My Lord.
The girl, Clara, he mentally amended, had fire, that was for sure, if the intonation she gave his title was anything to go by. A certain amount of boldness was something Daniel certainly appreciated in his bed partners. If Clara was a lady’s maid, she was wasted in that position. As his mistress, however…  His mood improved dramatically
as that thought took hold.
It was Christmas, time to be charitable and all that went with such bounty, and what could be better than elevating this lovely creature from her status of mere servant to his mistress.
Mind thus made up, it was time to taste her nectar and to see if what he was
suspecting would be true. That Clara and he would mesh perfectly in the bedroom, and he could let his darker desires shine through.
He indulged himself by sliding several digits through her wet cunt, lubricating them with her juices, before he slipped one finger into her tight channel, and brought his thumb to press against the puckered hole, guarding that entrance.
Clara stiffened slightly, but she didn’t voice any protest, and when he started to
thrust the finger in her cunt slowly in and out of her, she gasped. Her hips rose in involuntary jerks, which told him how close she already was to exploding under his ministrations. Her untutored responses made him want to hurry this along, but Daniel was never an inconsiderate lover. He would give her several releases before he claimed his own.
“Good girl, and who do you work for?”
Clara moaned and writhed against him, her internal muscles fluttering around his
fingers in rippling moves, which signaled her impending orgasm as clearly as the rosy flush spreading across her skin. So beautifully responsive. She jerked when he tapped her nub, and then withdrew his hand.
“Faversham Estate. Oh god, please, My Lord … I.” The rest of her pretty little plea was lost in a screech as he swung her off his lap and onto his bed.  Her breasts bounced most satisfactorily, and her lovely almond shaped green eyes widened further when he crawled onto the bed with her, and straddled her midriff. Daniel grasped her arms and brought them high above her head. The action made her breasts rise up in silent offering, and Daniel smirked.
“Hmm, that would mean you work for me. How delightful. Whatever position you hold here, I much prefer you in this one, unable to move and at my mercy. I’m going to tie your wrists together and tether you to one of the posts, sweet Clara. Is that acceptable to you?”
*****
 
 
 
 
 
About the Authors:
 
Doris O’Connor
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places
~~
Raven McAllan
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband—their children having flown the
nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research
for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
She admits she’s  no domestic goddess, and wonders why tourists think she might run the local bed and breakfast. She doesn’t.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
Stalk her in these places