Marcus Dunn came into my life ten years ago and possessed me body and soul, introducing me to a world of dark and forbidden pleasures before disappearing without a word.
I’ve never forgiven him.
Or forgotten him.
Walking away from Ariana McKnight was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
But I can’t stay away.One tough FBI agent who longs to give her power away—just not to him.
One snowbound weekend in the middle of nowhere with no choice but to resolve their unfinished business.***STANDALONE NOVELLA *** (Black Brothers series)
“Are you sure about this?” my friend Tori asks, shooting me a doubtful glance as we pull into the drop-off lane at the Austin airport. She frowns. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”“You’re one to talk,” I tease as I open the door. “I swear I saw rope marks on your wrists this morning.”She has the good grace to blush at that.
I open the passenger door as Tori slams the car into park and gets out to follow me around to the back. Damn, but that woman can be persistent. It’s one of the many reasons she’s one of the top FBI agents in the field office where we both work, and why I love being assigned to work cases with her. That and the fact that she’s one of my closest friends, along with Kate, the other female agent in our office who’s the third member of our bad-ass girl gang.
“If you want to see if you like being tied up, fine,” she continues as I lift my carry-on bag out of the trunk. “I’m not judging, I promise. I just don’t think your first experience with BDSM should be at a weekend retreat out in the middle of nowhere where you don’t know anyone. Find a guy you like, get to know him, and then explore your fantasies with him. ”
“You’re the one who told me about the retreat,” I remind her.
She rolls her eyes. “I thought you were asking for a case.”
I love Tori, but she has no idea what it’s like to be me. She’s married to one of the sexiest and most self-confident men I’ve ever met, who in addition to being rumored to have singularly erotic tastes, also happens to be charming, wickedly funny, an incredibly talented singer, and completely and unequivocally in love with his wife.
I set my bag down and look her in the eye. “That would be ideal,” I agree, “but men like Drake are rare. You’re lucky that you found someone who’s not intimidated by your job. Men are only into me until they find out who I am or what I do. After that they either run for the hills or become groveling idiots. After eight to ten hours a day of being a bad ass, I just want someone else to take charge. Is that so wrong?”
Tori sighs. “Of course not. I just don’t know if this is the best way to go about finding what you want.”
“I can’t think of a better way,” I say resolutely. “This is actually perfect. I can explore what it’s like, and what I like, without any strings attached, and I won’t run into anyone I know since it’s in Denver. And you said yourself that your brother-in-law’s friend who organized the retreat is both classy and experienced with this…this kind of thing.”
Tori nods slowly. “That’s true. He’s owned an exclusive club in Houston for years and I know he’ll make sure things stay safe and consensual.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” I assure her. “I catch bad guys for a living, same as you. You should know better than anyone that I can protect myself.”
“I’m more worried about your heart,” she mutters darkly as I give her one last hug before walking into the airport.
My heart is the last thing I’m worried about. I’ve given up on finding anyone worthy of it, and I certainly have no intention of giving it to anyone. My body, on the other hand, is another story. It craves a man who can own it, who can take my senses, my power, and my choice and give me freedom in return. I want a man strong enough to possess me, a man I can surrender to, who can take what he wants and in the process, pry the world from my tight grip and set me free to just feel and experience.
I sigh. If I didn’t know a man like that existed, maybe I’d be content to settle for less. But I found it once, and that one man who made love to me a lifetime ago has ruined me for everyone since. I don’t even know why I’m thinking about Marcus Dunn now. It’s been ten years since he pinned my hands over my head and drove into me with a force that sent me spiraling into pleasure I’d never experienced before or since. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the unwanted memory of him—the sculpted hard planes of his tanned face, his powerful body that he worked hard to keep in prime condition, the way his smile reached his expressive brown eyes, and his naturally commanding presence that demanded respect and deference from everyone he came in contact with.
I shake my head, mentally shoving the memories back into the box distinctly marked Do Not Open. I distract myself by talking to the sweet five-year-old seated next to me, and when my plane lands in Denver, I’ve successfully banished all thoughts of the man I shared the best summer of my life with. I’m ready to have some fun, and if things work out the way I hope, some mind-blowing sex!
I pick up my rental car and begin the hour-and-a-half long drive to the lodge that’s hidden in the mountains northwest of Denver. It starts to snow, and I watch the flakes melt on my windshield with awe. Living in Austin for the last two years and Miami before that, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen snow, and it’s absolutely beautiful.
I don’t think it’s quite as beautiful an hour later when I’m standing in it beside the rental car, freezing my butt off while I consider my options. One flat tire, no spare anywhere to be found, nonexistent cell service, and night quickly falling leave very few. I’ve about to decided to start walking when I see approaching headlights. Thank God!
My hazards are already on and I step out into the road and start waving my arms. Thankfully, the car pulls to a stop. The middle-aged couple inside immediately offer to take me to the nearest town and I gratefully climb into the backseat of the sport utility. They look harmless enough and I have excellent instincts, but I have my gun tucked into the waist of my jeans just in case I’ve misjudged them.
“Thank you so much,” I say politely. “I wasn’t looking forward to walking God knows how far in the snow at night.”
The woman shudders. “I can’t even imagine, my dear. You shouldn’t be driving out this way alone,” she tsks. “A beautiful young woman like you out here by yourself after dark! Thank goodness we came when we did. We almost took another way home, didn’t we, Herb?” Her husband’s grunts in affirmation. “Don’t you watch the news? All those stories of abductions and sex trafficking rings and bad things happening.” She shakes her head. “You can’t be too careful nowadays.”
I contemplate assuring her that I’m one of the good guys who stops those bad things from happening, but it might shock the curl right out of her perm if she knew the woman she picked up on the side of the road is an FBI agent. Most people don’t believe me when I tell them at first anyway. I don’t know what they expect, but it’s usually not me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say dutifully.
They drive me to the next small town where they seem to know everyone, and an hour later they leave me in the capable hands of a beefy and thickly-bearded man named Clyde who runs the town’s car repair shop and has agreed to drive me back to my car with a spare tire.
“He’s good people,” the woman, whose name is Margaret, assures me in a low voice. In the short time we’ve been together, I’ve learned she has a son who lives in Chicago, a daughter with a tattoo who never calls her, a bad case of bursitis and a hankering for grandchildren. “You’ll be safe with him.”
By the time we get back to my car and Clyde changes the tire for me, despite the fact that I assure him I’m more than capable of changing it myself, it’s almost nine o’clock and I realize with sinking disappointment that I’m going to arrive at the lodge after the evening’s festivities have started. So much for easing into things!
I stop for a sandwich at a small diner, and by the time I pull into the gravel parking lot at the Five Pines Lodge, it’s almost ten o’clock. I stare at the cheerfully lit, snow-covered, stone and wood lodge surrounded by mountains for a long minute with excitement tinged with a little trepidation. This is it. Time to find out if there’s any hope for me and my love life. I so desperately want to meet someone who overwhelms my senses and sets my mind and my body on fire. I really do. But I’m starting to wonder if it’s ever going to happen again. I can’t help but feel like this is my last hope.
When every guy I dated after Marcus left me feeling bored and disinterested, I’d started reading romances, trying to figure out exactly what was missing in my own love life. The stories of domination and submission, of ropes and bondage and erotic punishments had been my favorites, and after my last relationship with a perfectly nice but perfectly boring accountant ended, I’d vowed to visit a BDSM club at least once and see if that might be the spark I needed. And now here I am at one. Sort of.
I grab my bag, take a deep breath, and step through the heavy wooden doors and into the lodge. It’s ruggedly beautiful, with walls and ceiling made of exposed pine, a roaring fire in the big stone fireplace that dominates the room, and rugs in jeweled tones scattered over the stone floor adding warmth. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was about to check in at a typical ski lodge. Then I see a man dressed in black leading a beautiful, exotic-looking woman by a leash attached to a collar that’s fastened around her neck, and another man is sitting on the rich brown leather sofa in front of the fire, his head thrown back as a woman kneeling between his legs gives him a blow job.
Well, shit. I don’t know what I was expecting—this is a retreat for kinky people after all—but the reality of it is a little overwhelming. Tori was right. I should just leave now, find a nice guy to date, and forget all of this.
And die of boredom. I at least owe it to myself to see if this is what’s been missing, if I can somehow find someone who can make me feel alive like the bastard who broke my heart did. Surely he can’t be the only one who can chart my deepest desires like a cartographer mapping the stars. Besides, Tori had assured me there would be no pressure to participate, and there are some interesting classes I’ve signed up for tomorrow. If it’s really not my thing, I can always check out early and spend the next two days playing tourist in Denver. I’ve got this.
I take a deep breath, tilt my chin up and approach the check-in desk where a slender, ridiculously pretty man in his early thirties is frowning at the computer screen.
“Hi. I’m Ariana McKnight. I’m checking in for the weekend retreat.”
He looks up and flashes me a smile.
“Welcome,” he says cheerfully, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “I’m Gavin.”
“Sorry I’m late. I had a flat tire.”
He looks at me sympathetically. “Well that’s no way to start your vacation, but no worries. You’re here now! Are you here alone?”
“Are you a top or bottom?”
I frown. “I thought I asked for a private room when I registered. I didn’t realize there were bunks.”
“I meant sexually,” he says, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. “Are you a top or a bottom? Dominant or a submissive?”
“Oh,” I say, blushing. “Right. I’m, um, submissive.”
“Is this your first time with us?”
“It’s actually my first time anywhere!” I admit.
He stares at me. “You’ve never been to a BDSM club?”
I shake my head.
He nods knowingly and gives me a conspiratorial wink. “Just some kinky play at home, huh?”
“Not really.” I’m pretty sure the fantasies in my head and my vibrator don’t count.
“Shut up!” he drawls incredulously. “What on God’s green Earth are you doing here?”
I fix him with an icy stare. “Is that a problem?”
“Of course not,” he says quickly. He studies me closely. “Are you sure you’re not a Domme?”
“I’m not sure of much when it comes to all this, but I’m absolutely sure about that!” I say with a sigh. “But trust me, you’re not the first to think so.”
“So how did you find out about us?” he asks curiously.
“My friend Tori knows the guy who’s in charge of it. I think Dominic is his name?”
His eyes light up. “Tori as in Tori Black?”
I nod. “Yep. The same Tori Black who, depending on how things go, might be dead after this weekend,” I say darkly. Forget that she’s the one who tried to talk me out of coming in the first place.
“Girl! Why didn’t you say so sooner? I adore that girl. She’s enough to make me wish I was straight.” He pauses to consider for a moment, then shakes his head. “Nah! Not really. But if I were straight, I’d fight her hunky husband for her. On second thought, maybe I’d fight her for her hunky husband.”
I can’t help but laugh. He’s like a puppy with ADD.
He cocks his head at me, considering. “Listen, since it’s your first time and you’re a friend of Tori’s, if you want I could introduce you to a Dom that I know you can trust who could show you around tonight until you’re comfortable.”
I smile at him. “That would be great!” I say with relief.
An hour later, I’ve hastily unpacked, freshened my makeup and dressed for the evening’s theme—pirate night—in a white, long-sleeved, lace-trimmed shirtdress that barely reaches mid-thigh, a black leather corset that’s laced over it, a jaunty little black pirate hat, and black stiletto boots that conceals the smaller of the two guns I brought with me. What can I say? Agents always believe in being prepared.
Downstairs in the lobby, there’s no sign of Gavin. I wait ten minutes, but when he still doesn’t appear, I decide to take the bull by the horns. Gavin or no Gavin, it’s time for me to find out once and for all if this is what will fulfill my needs. Even if it’s scary. When you’re five-foot-four, small-boned and your father is the head of the FBI, people tend to think that nepotism is the only way you got the job, and from my first day at the academy to every job I’ve been assigned to since, I’ve always had to work harder and be tougher than everyone else to prove myself. I’ve gotten where I am by never letting my fear get the best of me. I’m not about to let it beat me now.
Resolutely, I walk into the great room where this evening’s party is being held. Although it looks kind of like a nightclub with dim lighting, throbbing music and people mingling and laughing, the assortment of equipment—from huge X-shaped structures that I’ve read are called St. Andrews crosses to padded benches and hooks on the walls—is an unsettling reminder that it’s not.
First things first. I go to the scarred wooden bar and order a whiskey. According to the bartender, there’s a one alcoholic drink limit at play parties, so I figure I’d better make the most of it. I drink it in one gulp, set the empty glass on the bar and then wander around, taking it all in. There are people on the small dance floor, which seems normal enough, as well as several stages set up around the room where demonstrations are taking place.
I watch, fascinated, as a man in a long leather coat that’s opened to reveal a smooth, muscled chest wields a flogger over the back and buttocks of a pretty blonde who’s chained to a St. Andrew’s cross, her tanned skin turning a dusty rose as the leather strands kiss her bared flesh. I give a little shiver of apprehension mixed with anticipation, pressing my thighs together as my vivid imagination sets my own nerve endings on fire as I imagine what it would feel like to be chained there helplessly as a man warms my skin so erotically.
“It’s quite sensual, isn’t it?” I’m so involved in the scene in front of me that I jump at the low voice near my ear. I turn my head and look into the handsome face of a man who looks like he walked straight out of a Calvin Klein ad—blond, All-American good looks, hard body, and penetrating blue eyes. He’s a bit younger than me, but he has an air of confidence and authority about him that leaves no question that he’s a Dom. I nod, suddenly at a loss for words.
“What’s your name?” he asks kindly.
“Ariana, but my friends call me Ari.”
“Well, Ari then, as I hope we’ll be friends, it’s nice to meet you.” His smile is warm and it sets me immediately at ease.
We talk for a few minutes, and I learn that his name is Michael, he’s from Portland and he’s a paramedic. I tell him I’m originally from Virginia and currently live in Texas, but I leave out the part about my job. I suddenly want more than anything to see how this goes without anything screwing it up.
“Do you like the flogger?” he asks as casually as if he’s asking if I like coffee.
“Um, I don’t know,” I admit. “This is my first time. But it looks interesting.”
He smiles at my admission, and it lights up his entire face. He is amazingly attractive. How did I get lucky enough to meet this gorgeous, nice guy right off the bat?
“Would you like to try it? Maybe pick out a flogger and see if you like the feel of it?”
When I hesitate, he adds encouragingly with the hint of a smile, “We’re in a room full of people. All you have to do is say ‘red’ and an army of monitors will be there faster than you can blink.” He cups my chin in his hand, bringing my gaze to his. “I promise I won’t hurt you. That is, unless you want me to.”
I swallow hard as butterflies flutter tentatively in my belly. Do I? “Yes, I’d like to try it,” I whisper.
I follow him over to a wall where a variety of floggers are displayed, and he straightforwardly explains the differences between them—how the wider strands, called falls, feel more thuddy and the narrower falls deliver more of a sting. Apparently, what the flogger is constructed of makes a difference as well, and I learn that suede is the least painful and oiled leather the most. At Michael’s suggestion, I choose a black and red suede one with a thick braided hilt, and with more than a little trepidation, I follow him to one of the padded benches.
“Is it okay if I restrain you?” he asks.
My stomach drops to my toes. My pulse is racing and my palms feel slightly sweaty, but this is what I came for. I nod.
“Say yes or no,” he instructs.
“Yes,” I say. It comes out louder than I intended and I flush with embarrassment.
Then his hand is on my upper back, pressing me forward until my chest is flush with the padded surface of the bench, my left cheek resting against the cool leather. He gently takes one of my wrists and fastens a leather cuff that’s attached to the bench around it, and then repeats the process with my other wrist. I pull against the restraints, testing them. My heart beats a little faster as I realize I can’t move my arms at all. Oh god.
I can feel Michael move behind me and then he flips the short skirt of my dress up, exposing my ass. Oh crap! I’m wearing nothing under the dress except a sexy, black scrap of a thong —it had seemed to fit the pirate theme when I put it on—and I feel utterly exposed. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to think about the fact that everyone who walks by can see my bare butt. I can feel the cool air of the room whisper across my skin and then Michael’s hands are on me, kneading and stroking each cheek until I feel myself begin to relax.
He removes his hand, and seconds later I feel the thud of leather against the warmed flesh of my buttocks. It’s pleasurably noticeable, but not painful at all, and the rhythmic dull impact of the soft leather against my bare skin lulls me into a slightly foggy-headed stupor, like when I get a massage.
“Ah, there she is!”
Gavin’s distinct drawl yanks me straight out of my blissful state of relaxation. My eyes fly open. Two pairs of masculine legs fill my vision—one muscular pair clad in black with an unmistakably large bulge at the crotch and the other pair slimmer and ensconced in black leather boots. The boots disappear and Gavin’s face appears.
“Looks like you already found someone to show you a thing or two,” he says with an impish grin. He inclines his head toward my bare posterior. “Michael’s a good guy, but I wanted to introduce you to the Dom I was telling you about.”
Brynley Bush has had a lifelong love affair with words. She earned her degree in English and Creative Writing and wrote magazine feature stories for years before turning to writing fiction. She writes the kind of books she likes to read: steamy contemporary romances featuring smart, sassy heroines with a sense of humor and strong, dominant alpha males who love their women a little feisty. When she’s not writing, she loves to read, spend time with her family, and travel.
THE MATRIARCH: AN EROTIC SUPERHERO ROMANCE
Fans of the dark feel of Jessica Jones and the gritty elements of Gotham will enjoy the story of a new superhero with a dark past, The Matriarch.
The debut novel from Sloane Howell is book one of The Matriarch Trilogy. The next two books are set to release in 2016. There are some plot arcs left unresolved to set up book two so this book does end in a cliffhanger but not without some resolution. For those with triggers, there are dark scenes where certain situations are implied but not described in detail. Thank you for reading.
Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.
Here is a new book that I am SO excited to post about. I loved this story and you will too!
Memories. When does our past stop picking at our scars and start letting them heal?
Can we see beyond our wounds to the possibilities the future holds?
How do we let ourselves become vulnerable enough to trust the love that’s right in front of us?
Fate. She’s a fickle, wily bitch that slaps us in the face every opportunity she gets. Sometimes it’s a taunt, but sometimes it’s a goddamn wake-up call to pay attention. Take what’s rightfully yours without shame or apology. So when destiny put me straight in Alyse Kingsley’s path once again, I knew this was one slap I wasn’t ignoring. I’d let her get away once. I wouldn’t again. She was mine and I was takin’ her, kicking and screaming if need be.
Alyse ~ Deceit and betrayal. Every single person who was supposed to love me committed one of these.
Incapable of letting people see the real me, I hold them at arm’s length. But Asher Colloway is relentless and it doesn’t take long before I cave to his pursuits. The big question is: can I let him in where it counts most? Before ghosts from my past come back to haunt me in ways I can’t possibly fathom? Before it’s too late?
Asher ~ Trust. Forgiveness. Impossible concepts, having been fucked over by a woman I’d loved before. But those aren’t my only personality flaws.
I have a secret kink.
I want Alyse. All of her. She shows people the shiny, untainted surface. I want the murky, damaged depth. The shadows. I want in all the way. Just when I think I’ve made it, fate cruelly bitch-slaps me again. And this time I don’t see it coming. The question now is: what am I willing to do to keep the woman I love by my side? And can Alyse accept me the way I am, faults and all?
Before his lips touch mine, I see my plea reflected. Asher has a past, maybe as painful as mine, maybe not, but a past nonetheless. We all do. We all walk with our own story, our own secrets, our own damage, our own scars. Internal and external. Some of us just carry them better than others.It’s apparent someone hurt him, broke his trust. Broke his heart, even. And I want to know about her. I want to know who turned such a caring, romantic, handsome man who could have any woman he wants into someone who can’t commit.
But can he commit now?
As Asher kisses me long and deep, the questions and doubt fade into nothingness, powerful lust and longing easily taking their place. Just like every other time he touches me. Nothing feels more right than when his lips are on mine.
He’s like gravity.
He keeps me grounded in the present and out of my own head, where my personal demons try to torment me.
Mouth never leaving mine, Asher pulls me across his lap and suddenly I wished I’d worn a skirt for easy access, because I desperately need his hands on me. Instead I have dark, tight jeans and a clingy, black long-sleeved blouse, which shows off the swell of my breasts, courtesy of the deep purple push-up bra I’m wearing.
“Alyse,” he mumbles against my goose-pebbled flesh. “Tell me what you like, what you want.” His hands tightly grip my waist, hot tongue traveling slowly down to the base of my throat. His rock-hard erection pulses beneath me, throbbing, keeping time with my own beats.
What do I want? So many things. So many dirty, wicked things. Things I’ve never wanted with anyone else. I know Asher can show me. I’ve been with several men, but I almost feel like a virgin with him. Not in the physical sense, but the emotional one. I believed him when he said he would own me. God help me, I want that. I’ve thought of nothing else than what it would be like to be completely and wholly his in every sense of the word.
I will the chains I’ve secured tightly around my heart to loosen. I imagine the lock clicking open and slack taking up the links I’d wound so tightly, so securely that no one could penetrate them. It’s terrifying. It feels foreign, naked, like taking off a piece of jewelry you’ve not removed for years, the imprint of the precious metal leaving a visible mark behind.
And then I do the one thing that feels right in this moment, but goes against all that I’ve tried to protect myself from over the last eight years.
“I want you to own me,” I beseech. Beg. Implore.
All of me. Not just my body.
My voice echoes loudly in the darkened room, like I’ve yelled those six words at the top of my lungs for the whole world to hear and judge versus barely uttered so that they sound distant, even to my own ears. I’m not even sure Asher heard me.
But he did.
His lips still, his body tenses, and his grasp becomes almost painfully tight. When he pulls back, the insatiable lust swirling in the depths of his striking blues causes my stomach to drop like I’ve just been tossed off a five-story building.
Burning eyes never leaving mine, one hand pushes underneath my blouse, traveling up to palm my breast. He pulls down the cup, his nimble fingers tweaking my hardened nipple. Pleasure ricochets off every cell like a pinball machine, landing squarely between my pounding thighs. My eyes drift closed on a moan until I hear his dark command.
“Look at me, baby.” His fingers never stop pulling and pinching and twisting, each movement sending another sharp zing on a fast track south of the border.
I finally comply, but my blinks are long and heavy.
“Fuck, I want to corrupt you in the wickedest of ways and completely ruin you in the best possible ones.”
He’s asking for permission, even though I already gave it.
He’s asking for trust, when it’s already his.
He’s asking me to be sure.
Letting a small smile tug the corners of my lips, I reassure him.
**ARC provided for honest review.**
“Every person I thought didn’t fight for me or love me enough to stay, sacrificed everything for me.”
That line brought me to tears. That line means so much in this story.
K.L. Kreig has written an intense, emotional, romantic, erotic story that blew me away. I loved it! This is my first book by this author and it’s one I will put on my favorites list.
Alyse Kinglsey is a complicated girl. I would also describe her as strong, smart, determined, but also damaged, guarded, and cautious. She wants what every woman wants, to be loved, adored, taken care of and made to feel worth something, a part of something in a family. She owns her own auditing firm and has plans to expand. She cares for her employees and their well being. Alyse’s past has clouded her future and if she isn’t careful, her future will be dark and dismal.
Asher Colloway is a playboy. Handsome, tall, strong, great body, smart and runs his father’s company with his brothers. He comes from a very close, upstanding family with great values. Momma raised him to be a gentleman, in every sense of the word. He has dated around. The one time he thought he was serious about a girl he was wrong and the aftermath has left him guarded and protective of his heart. But someone has his heart, he just doesn’t realize who yet.
Funny thing is, these two characters share a past and a connection between the two of them. Alyse’s sister is marrying Asher’s brother, well one of them. Their pasts impacts their futures.
K. L. Kreig has many conflicts in this story but they all somehow get tied up at the end and it all becomes clear. I was intrigued by the different issues going on, amazed at how they were resolved. It kept my attention and kept me turning the pages. I would think about Asher and Alyse while I was going about my day, wondering how something would turn out. They definitely got stuck in my head. The pace was good never lagging or feeling like it was drawn out.
Alyse has many issues to deal with in her life before she can settle down with someone, not that she is looking to do that soon. She is hired to work for Asher’s company, to find the person embezzling funds. Alyse and Asher sort of rekindle their old flame while she is working there but it is her past that honestly Asher helps her sort out in his own way. Alyse returns the favor for Asher in helping him deal with a past he tucked away in his pocket until he had to face it. Sometimes just knowing that someone loves you and will be there for you makes life worth living and moving on. Knowing how to forgive helps too.
This story will make you fall in love with Alyse and Asher and the Colloway family. (I have already ordered the first book in the series) You will be surprised at Alyse’s past as the details are revealed but even more surprised when the big picture is complete and her sister finishes with the details. Wow! I was left speechless.
I loved this book and already look forward to reading book 1 in the series. Wonderful love story, worth the read.
This is the hardest part…talking about myself.
I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and is obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. I love carbs, but there’s a love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out, I’m a raving bitch. My iPad and I: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a badass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter, and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).
I have a great job (no…truly it is) outside of writing. My kids and my husband are my entire world and I’d never have made it this far without them. My soul mate husband of nearly twenty-eight years provides unwavering support and my two grown children know the types of books I write and they don’t judge their mom anyway (and my daughter is a beta reader even…yes, that can be awkward…very).
I’m sincerely humbled by each and every like on my Facebook page or sign-up for my newsletter or outreach from someone who has read and loved my books. I still can’t get over the great support. The romance book community is a wonderful and supportive one. I’ve made more friends in the last year than I’ve made in my life and I’m a pretty affable person. It’s surreal. I’m pretty sure it always will be.
In short, I am blessed…and I know it.
My name is Nathan Stone, and I’m part owner of a BDSM club called The Onyx Room – and I’m not like any other man you’ve ever met.I own the club with my two best friends, Matthew and Brandon. I’m the dungeon Master who runs The Onyx Room. Matthew and Brandon support me.
I’m also in love with my girl. Bianca and I have been together since the night she got in my car to sell me her body. She thought I’d take her for an hour to sate my carnal desire, but what she didn’t know was that I’d seen her before and purposely bought her to save her from herself.
Bianca needed more than a Dominant. She needed a Master. My name is Master Nathan Stone, and welcome to my world.
*Possible triggers, coarse language, graphic sex and adult themes.
“Thank you, Master,” she dreamily says before placing her head on the pillow and falling into sleep.
Walking away from the bed and to the opposite side of the playroom, I take my phone out of my pocket and call Matthew.
“Hey,” he says when he answers.
“Hey, I’m supposed to do an inventory check today but Bianca is starting to fall. We’ve just had a mini scene, but she’s out of it. Can you go in and start it, and I’ll be there in a few hours. I need to make sure she’s okay.”
“Not great, but I’m hoping this time I can get to her before her mind fucks her over.”
“Dude, whatever you need.”
“Thanks, can you go in and start inventory?”
“Yeah, I’m taking Ella to see Debra her OBGYN, check the baby and make sure everything’s alright, then we can head in and start on it.”
“Thanks, we’ll be there before the club opens, but I just can’t get there for a couple of hours.”
up in a tight-knit family mostly surrounded by women. From a young age he had a passion for all things green and outdoors, when he hit mid-teenage years he did an apprenticeship as a landscape gardener.
A serial lover of women, Sebastian was encouraged to pen his words when a lady friend of his compared some paragraphs from contemporary erotic novelists to his scorching, hot sexts. Now, Sebastian is about to release his debut novel in a bid to transition from landscaping to writing full-time.
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“When you’re at the top, the only way to go is down.”
Corporate VP Joanna Barnes is condescending, domineering and micromanaging. She belittles and insults the workers beneath her. In other words, she’s a bitch.
Her behavior at her industry’s trade show is no different. Her poor intern, Steve, has been on the receiving end of her verbal abuse all day. But, when the two of them get behind closed doors in the hotel room… it will be Steve’s turn to call the shots, as he literally brings the curvy executive to her knees…
Fair Trade is a tale of role reversal. Curvy VP Joanna is loathed and despised by all of her subordinates. Steve, however, knows how to handle a woman like Joanna, and it will be a ride she’ll never forget…
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Joanna is the boss from hell; Steve is her trainee who can do nothing right, and she lets him know about it at every opportunity. We’re
introduced to both characters at their company’s trade show, where they’re working a display booth together. We cringe as Joanna lays
into her intern repeatedly, referring to him sarcastically as “genius” and reminding him that he “doesn’t get paid to think.” At this point,
we ask ourselves why he doesn’t just give his notice.
The answer comes in the main part of the story, and Cross doesn’t waste time in getting us there. The two are lovers, but with a twist:
it’s complete and total role reversal. A half hour after taking a brutal verbal beating from Joanna in public, she’s blindfolded outside
his hotel room door, begging for sex. Perhaps seeking payback for her earlier abuse, he makes her describe the purpose of her visit in
explicit detail, even while other hotel patrons pass in the hallway. (She gets groped by strangers a couple of times, but no serious action
here.) When he finally grants her admittance to his room, she’s made to crawl to him on her hands and knees. He even strips her of her
right to speak of herself in the first person tense. Instead, Joanna is made to refer to herself with such colloquial titles as “this
skank” and “your whore.” Steve lays it on thick as well, labeling his boss with the filthiest, most degrading names imaginable.
Delightfully, he even speaks to her in the same verbiage which she used to berate him: when she says that she entered the hotel room because
she thought it was what he wanted, he informs her that she “doesn’t get paid to think.”
This story is packed with action, but it’s not novel-length. Dylan Cross moves the story along well, and doesn’t bog it down with
needless details. We’re never told what the company’s actual niche is; nor is it relevant to the story. The physical descriptions of the
main characters are also largely left to our imagination. Steve the trainee is in his early twenties and is well-endowed, but we’re not
inundated with descriptions of “rippling abs” or “steely, penetrating blue eyes.” In fact, Joanna is blindfolded for a good portion of the
scene, and the entire story is told from her perspective.
We’re given a little more detail about her: a dyed blonde with a large chest, fifteen years older than her trainee and a very full
figure which she’s uncomfortable about. In fact, in this reader’s opinion, this is what sets the story apart from other “raunchy reads.”
Rather than giving Joanna a stripper or gymnast’s body, Cross instead elected to write her as a real-life woman, and it’s what makes the
story work: like thousands of women who aren’t a size 2, Joanna is dealing with tremendous insecurity about her physical appearance.
However, as is often the case, others around her have no problem with the way she looks, and accept her as she is. This includes a number
of observers and voyeurs, as well as Steve himself. Ostensibly, he could have someone his own age, but instead pursues an affair with his
much-older boss. The various sex games he plays with her, while seemingly centered on humiliation and degradation, actually end up
serving the opposite purpose: demonstrating to Joanna that she is a very sexy and desirable woman.
Compared to Dylan Cross’ other work, this storyline is more refined. The sex is consensual. At one point, Joanna balks and wants to end
the affair, but her lover won’t let her and instead sets her straight. There’s spanking and whipping, but it doesn’t overshadow the story.
The name-calling is the piece which is most likely to turn certain readers off: it gets pretty vulgar. However, it’s obvious that it’s
part of the play; it’s also understood by both parties that, if the intern were to employ such degrading talk anywhere other than the
bedroom, he’d immediately find himself unemployed.
This story is a recommended read. A word of caution, however: if you have a tyrannical “boss from hell,” chances are you’ll never look at
her in the same way again!
From New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner comes an electrifying holiday eBook novella. In Unwrap Me, fan favorites Damien Stark and Nikki Fairchild get ready for Christmas—and this year they’re both on the very naughty list.
Includes a special preview of Dirtiest Secret, the provocative first novel in J. Kenner’s highly anticipated new trilogy!
Damien Stark is my greatest Christmas wish come true. Immensely powerful and devastatingly sexy, he can undo me with the slightest touch, and with just one glance, he can see straight into my soul.
We both have dark secrets, twisted pieces of our pasts that only the other one understands. Though our fierce love and passion keeps me alive, sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if Damien and I hadn’t met in exactly the way we did.
How would my life have been different? Would another man have laid claim to my body and my heart? Or were Damien and I destined to be
together no matter the cost?
Unwrap Me is intended for mature audiences.J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
“Kenner may very well have cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.”—RT Book Reviews
“I love the captivating writing and passionate characters that pull me into every J. Kenner story. The raw intensity and scorching sexy times mixed with an element of intrigue always keep me on the edge of my seat. She’s a must read author for me.” – Gretchen, About that Story
“J. Kenner’s writing is like a fine wine, expertly crafted into a melody of notes that will arouse your senses and warm you to your core. Her sinfully seductive men will command a delicious blush to your cheeks while breathing life into your every
fantasy. The masterful attention to detail is what brings you back again and again, and makes her work top-shelf.”
– Hilary S, Bookalicious Babes Blog
JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swopn for him.” A four time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy).
I have read this one and fell in love with Adam and Bethany instantly!
A successful Graphic Designer, who’s sworn off men. A high power Divorce Attorney, with a steadfast belief against commitment and monogamy. And the flight to Toronto that changed it all…
‘First Sight’ ~ The Deal Prequel
Their connection is evident upon first sight… The electricity and pull there from the first moment… But Adam Blaire is everything Bethany Drake is sworn against…
A wealthy playboy who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next, leaving a trail of women in his wake. He also happens to be the hottest, damn sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.
But she can’t risk her heart again… not with her inexplicable knack for always choosing the wrong men. Gorgeous and wildly sexy Adam Blaire is the most sought after divorce attorney in Beverly Hills, and wholly against commitment and monogamy; why should a man settle for just one woman when there are so many beautiful women, just waiting, begging for pleasure?
But there’s something about the woman seated beside him on his flight to Toronto. Something different. Something that draws him in, and grabs hold. He has to have her! And he’s not waiting till they hit land… Or taking no for an answer! Bethany can’t fight it, the attraction to this man; the way he touches her, and looks at her…
Against her better judgement, and the risk of yet another heartbreak, she throws caution to the wind to indulge in a night of pleasure with the sinfully sexy Adam Blaire. After all, it’s only one night. In a completely different country. She’ll never see the man again. What’s the harm?
Learn the details of Adam and Bethany’s meeting, the intimate elements of their sexy mid-air doings, and the passionate, lust-filled night that led to their deal…
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
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**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above. ~
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the country before being allowed to board… Or worse, being disallowed to board…
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me — I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal, man. Intoxicating man!
pressed against me… between me… beneath me…
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it be marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the heartache, for that matter.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part. Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger…
First Sight: The Deal Prequel ~ Copyright © 2015 by Deborah Ann
More books by Deborah Ann:
Destiny (Destiny #1)
Fate’s Path (Destiny #2)
(Memory Betrayal (Memory Betrayal #1)
You can follow Deborah Ann and her writing journey on all social media sites!
“Her Shirtless Gentleman by MQ Barber was a sweet, romantic, and quick read that I enjoyed.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
“I love her writing style and the skillful way she evokes your emotions with her words.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
“If you are looking for an easy, romantic summer read, this is a great book for you!” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
“This novel would not allow me to put it down. Another A++++ for M.Q. Barber. This book has a wonderful story plot that will keep you engaged and wanting more. It shows what people have to do to get out of their shell.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the Release Week Blitz for SINFUL DESIRE by Lauren Blakely, the second full-length, standalone novel from her bestselling Erotic Romance Series, Sinful Nights! This new series is a new erotic romance series written in the high-heat, high-stakes, high-glamour style of the Seductive Nights series that readers know and love, but heading in a new direction with a new family that’s full of drama, checkered pasts and dangerous life-and-death secrets.
Lauren Blakely is well known for writing sexy, heartfelt and humorous contemporary romance as well as deeply emotional new adult stories –one commonality in all her books is the scorching hot sexy times. And the Sinful Nights series is absolutely no different! First, there was SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, and now Lauren brings you the passionate and suspenseful SINFUL DESIRE filled with sexy moments that will keep you up all night!
Lauren Blakely does it again and brings readers more smoldering, sexy nights in her new Sinful Nights Series with her newest novel, SINFUL DESIRE.
SINFUL DESIRE is a full-length, standalone erotic romance novel that follows the love affair of a new couple, Ryan and Sophie. It’s currently priced at $3.99 across all retailers for a limited time only.
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This week ONLY when you buy SINFUL DESIRE (or if you preordered it!) you can get a FREE copy of Lauren’s USA Today Bestseller PLAYING WITH HER HEART. Every eBook of SINFUL DESIRE includes a link in the back of the book to redeem your free copy of PLAYING WITH HER HEART! All you have to do is simply click the link in the back of the book, follow the instructions, and you will be able to download a copy of PLAYING WITH HER HEART readable on any eReader. ONE-CLICK and get two books for one price! If you already read PLAYING WITH HER HEART, there is a paperback giveaway to enter.
The link to redeem your free copy is in the back of every e-book of SINFUL DESIRE this week only…
And that’s not all!
Feeling the Desire to have a Sinful night of your own? Then you’ll want to take the Sinful Nights quiz and answer fun trivia questions about the Sinful Nights series! To celebrate the release of SINFUL DESIRE on September 22nd, Lauren is giving away a $500 gift card for a stay at the Ritz Carlton nearest you!*
Everything you need to turn your fantasy into reality and enter the Sinful Nights contest during release week can be found in the back of the SINFUL DESIRE eBook, including the short quiz in the book that you have to complete to enter the contest. The SINFUL DESIRE eBook is the ONLY location with the link to the quiz. The release week contest runs through Saturday, September 26, ONLY, so you’ll have to make this read a quickie to enter to win this awesome prize! In addition to the grand prize, there are several other great prizes in the giveaway!
So grab your copy of SINFUL DESIRE today! Get ready to ignite your passion and dive into SINFUL DESIRE on release day!
*Please note: If you are the winner and there is no Ritz Carlton near you, you may opt to receive a $500 gift card to any Marriott property, or Marriott-owned hotel.
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ABOUT SINFUL DESIRE:
This book contains Lauren Blakely’s hottest, dirtiest, and most dominating hero ever! Panties optional when reading this sinfully sexy STANDALONE novel in the NYT Bestselling Sinful Nights series!
He gave her the most mind-blowing night of pleasure ever. He made her want to get down on her knees. He dominated her in ways she’d only dreamed of. And she didn’t even know his name…
It’s what Ryan Sloan values most. Control of his business, control of his secrets, control of his days and nights. With the way his life spiraled in the past, he needs to stay in charge of his present.
Giving up control.
It’s what Sophie Winston craves. After a wildly successful career, she’s stepped away from the business world and is now focused on her work as her city’s most noted philanthropist.
When she meets Ryan Sloan, the chemistry is scorching, and utterly undeniable. Their desire for each other runs red hot. He wants everything she’s willing to give him in bed, and she wants him to take her to new heights as only he can.
Soon, he has to have more. All of her — heart, mind and body.
The only trouble is, he hasn’t been honest about how he met her and the dangerous connection he has to her brother.
When the truth is revealed, he’ll have to give more of himself than he’s bargained for or risk losing the only woman he’s ever let into his heart.
SINFUL DESIRE is book two in SINFUL NIGHTS, a four-book series. Each full-length novel features a new couple. This high-heat, high-stakes sexy romance series follows the Sloan family as each sibling falls madly in love against the backdrop of sin, money, greed, passion, mystery and suspense…
“His fingers traveled along her spine and up her neck to her hair, grabbing it, turning her so she looked up at him. Her eyes were hazy and full of a lust that matched his. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked harshly.
“I think I do.”
“You are under my skin,” he whispered, as he kept her pressed against the warm hood with one hand, then slinked his other hand down to her waist, and unfastened the slim, orange belt. “And in my head,” he continued as he snapped the belt free. “And I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.”
“I can’t stop either,” she said, and in a flash he wrapped the belt around her wrists, knotting it, twisting it, and tying her hands together with her own accessory. She allowed him, offering up her wrists to be bound. She was a willing hostage.
“That turns me on even more,” he growled in her ear, as he stretched her tied arms along the silver hood.
“Tying me up?”
“Yes,” he said, pressing his erection against her ass. “But what makes me rock hard is the way you let me. The way you want me to. The way you give your body to me,” he said as he grabbed a condom from his pocket, unzipped his pants, and pushed down his briefs.”
And don’t miss the first title in the Sinful Nights Series,
SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS!
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And be sure to watch for the next titles in the Sinful Nights series!
SINFUL LONGING – November 17, 2015
SINFUL LOVE – March 2016
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and she has had eight books on the New York Times Bestseller list and fourteen on the USA Today Bestseller list. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire. She recently released SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, the first novel in her new sexy romance series Sinful Nights that became an instant New York Times Bestseller. Her new adult forbidden romance, 21 Stolen Kisses, hit e-readers in May and landed on the USA Today Bestseller list. In September, she’ll release SINFUL DESIRE, her next title in the bestselling SINFUL NIGHTS series. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, text BLAKELY + your email address to 678-249-3375 (please use the actual + sign).