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Is that…pleasure or pain?
Heidi is a strong, independent, professional woman—definitely not the type to fall for a macho, dominant alpha-male like her neighbor. Yet when she overhears his Mr 6F’s sensual escapades one evening, she finds herself as intrigued as she is horrified. Surely that’s not…spanking she’s hearing? She’s definitely not attracted to…whatever they’re doing. But when she has an unfortunate run-in with Mr. 6F himself, the connection is electric. To her great consternation, she finds herself imagining what it would be like to be under his authority…or bound to his bed.
Dominic thinks he’s tasted all the pleasures the lifestyle has to offer without the messy complications of an emotional connection or commitment, until he meets Heidi. The night she finally gets up the nerve to ask him to put her over his knee, he’s more than happy to oblige. This sassy, adorable woman draws out of him a desire to protect and lead, awakened with growing fervor as he introduces her to the erotic, intoxicating world of dominance and submission.
But when Heidi and Dom are thrown together in an unlikely series of events neither can control, they have to separate business from pleasure. Will the whirlwind of passion and high stakes end everything?
“Show me, baby,” he murmured. She licked her suddenly dry lips. He wanted her to strip for him? Good. Lord. She could feel a pulse low in her belly. Eyes on his, Heidi lifted her hands to the top button of her shirt and took a step toward the hall that led to his bedroom.
He moved a single step to block her path. “Right here, Heidi.”
Here? In the bright sunlight coming from the frosted glass windows?
As though he could read the questions in her mind, he repeated, “Right. Here. Right. Now.” He slowly shrugged off his suit jacket and tie, then leaned against the wall and folded his arms, watching her. If he had looked the slightest bit disinterested or aloof, if his voice had held even the slightest hint of the detachment he’d shown his other ladies, she couldn’t have done it.
But his eyes didn’t so much as flicker away from her hands as they carefully slid down the placket of her blouse, freeing each button from its buttonhole. And the tension that gripped his body belied his casual pose, as did the massive erection tenting the front of his pants. Mr. Angelico wasn’t disinterested.
“The camisole,” he rasped. Heidi was suddenly breathless. Crossing her arms in front of her stomach, she slid the edge of the silky material from beneath her skirt and slipped it up, up, up. Each inch of her belly heated as she exposed it, warmed by the blazing heat in his eyes. It glided softly over her skin, raising goose bumps, tightening her nipples to hard peaks, until she lifted her arms completely and let the material fall to the floor with a soft whoosh.
“Christ.” It was a whisper, a harsh release of breath.
Dom was breathing hard now—she could see his chest rising and falling, could almost feel the force of will required to hold him in place. Her own need was a savage thing—a clawing in her stomach stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. Still, she stood and waited for his next command.
“Skirt,” he barked, his eyes holding hers for a single blistering instant, before returning to watch her fingers work. Standing half-naked, following orders from a man who was fully dressed and thoroughly aroused, so eager to see her naked he hadn’t bothered to take the short trip to the bedroom yet, Heidi had never felt more powerful in her entire life. Every molecule of Dom’s focus, his every thought and every desire at this moment were concentrated on her, and she freakin’ loved it. There was no room for doubt or embarrassment when he looked at her that way. Heidi braced her heels further apart and reached for the closure of her skirt.
The zipper made a scratching sound as she slowly, slowly slid it down, and she could practically feel his anticipation as he waited for the skirt to fall. She hesitated a moment, deliberately holding the fabric in place, waiting for him to notice and make eye contact, thrilled when he did. With a slow smile, she let the fabric go, and felt it pool at her feet.
“Panties… slowly.” His command had arousal spiraling in her belly, made her head light and her knees weak. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she slowly peeled the last garment she wore down her body. Once the silk had reached her ankles, she stepped out and tossed the panties aside. With knees shaking harder, she reached a hand behind her to brace herself against the door, and waited for him to speak. But he seemed to have lost the ability. He was vibrating with tension, his hands splayed out on the wall behind him in an effort to hold himself back. She waited breathlessly for him to regain control.
She saw the moment he decided to abandon this game. With a harsh indrawn breath, he took a deliberate step toward her, and then another, like an animal hunting its prey—a man pushed to the limits of civility by arousal. His hands skimmed slowly up her hip to palm her breasts, then further around to her back… then suddenly spun her around so her nipples pressed against the shockingly cold door.
“Are you my good girl?” he demanded, his hands skimming up her sides to collect her wrists and pin them to her lower back.
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, her body pliant as she rested her cheek against the cool wood.
“But you misbehaved, Heidi,” he said severely.
“But I thought… I thought we would work everything out? I thought we agreed…” Her thoughts had scattered like dust spiraling through the air.
“That was later. This morning, Heidi,” he reminded her, his voice a heated whisper in her ear. “You said you’d consent to punishment. You agreed.”
Heidi moaned. She needed him to touch her. She needed him to kiss her. She needed… “Heidi,” he whispered, tugging her hair in way that was too firm to be playful. That tug seemed to free her from her stupor, while it resonated all the way to her womb.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I agreed.” And she did. She wanted that punishment. She wanted his focus and his control and his need. She wanted him.
The first slap of his hand on her bottom was a shock. The second seemed to light a fuse connected directly to her clit. The third… the third had her pushing back against him, waiting for it eagerly. And then his hand was no longer spanking her, but rubbing her bottom with slow strokes that went lower and lower and built the fire into a conflagration.
“Oh, Dom, please,” she begged, beyond caring how desperate she sounded.
“You won’t walk away again…”
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
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Title: Avarice Collection
Subtitle: Hell on Earth Box Set
Series: Hell on Earth (books 1-3 + Bonus Materials)
Author: A.C. Melody
Genre: Dark Erotic/BDSM/Paranormal
Length: 436 pages
It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation…
Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York’s poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity’s sake. She doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.
Unforgiving, destiny’s twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she’d never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing’s more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she’s always longed for.
Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami’s missteps and she’ll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she’s finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?
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His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.
It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.
She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he’d turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn’t planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn’t care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn’t want anything to ruin it.
“Mmm, you taste foolishly brave,” he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.
Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.
She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.
“You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?” he asked. “Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?”
If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he’d been aware, only turned her on more.
“No, but it’s a start,” she replied.
He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh. “Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it’s a start.”
He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn’t have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.
Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.
Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn’t afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.
Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire’s secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.
“You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way,” she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.
A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.
“That’s what makes decorating so easy,” he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. “The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?”
“My feet never get cold,” she replied.
She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. “Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge.”
It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.
“You’re free to take it however you like,” she pointed out, but it wasn’t flippant.
No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.
“I don’t need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want,” he stated, before lowering his voice even more. “I don’t wait for holidays.”
A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.
A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.
She’s 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. When A.C. isn’t writing, being mom or doing the day-job gig, you can catch her gaming, binge-watching Netflix or anxiously awaiting the new superhero movie (specifically, Deadpool 2). A.C. loves to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites:
Kiru Taye (Author)
Release Date: November 13, 2017
In life, he loved her. In death, he craved her.
Somma and David were in love and happily married until David was killed in a tragic accident. Somma is heartbroken, and even a year after David’s death she is struggling to move on, especially since she swears he is haunting her dreams.
But when friends convince her to get rid of David’s possessions, things only seem to get worse, and she isn’t so sure he’s dead anymore. Not with the sexy stuff he does to her every night.
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About the Book
Author: C.B. Halverson
Genre: Historical Erotic Romance
Audrey Byrnes doesn’t mind playing the wild Irish princess for London’s elite aristocracy—as long as they buy her novels. With her father’s Dublin theater in ruins and her sister’s illness growing worse, she’s the only person who can save her family from the gutter. As much as she enjoys the occasional passing dalliance, being the primary breadwinner of her Irish family means either marrying well or not at all.
Dr. Joseph Moorland knows it’s wrong to dress in disguise to hobnob with London’s high society, but he figures one night would do no harm—until he meets the charming and mysterious novelist, Audrey Byrnes. Too poor to marry, he hides his real identity until an accident reveals the truth, and what started as a mild flirtation turns to a complex game of secrets, passion, and desire.
Thrown together by circumstance, Audrey and Joseph find themselves in a tense alliance as they try to crawl their way up from their humble beginnings and into the highest echelons of the ton. But when one of the most formidable political players in London sets his sights on having Audrey for himself, she has to choose between saving her family from charges of treason or losing the man she loves forever.
C.B. Halverson is the alter-ego of Colleen Halverson, author of the Aisling Chronicles. Ever since she picked up her first bodice ripper as an impressionable adolescent, she wanted to explore the erotic female experience through writing. It wouldn’t be until much later that she allowed herself the freedom to write these sordid tales, and now she fears she may never stop. When she’s not staring out the window and dreaming up stories, she can be found trying out new Thai recipes, drinking wine with her girlfriends, or hiking through the woods with her husband and two children.
FREDDIE ENTANGLED ~ BLURB
Violence marked Freddie Edun’s early years. Coming to work for the Essiens saved him from the angry young man he was and gave him focus. Now he’s walking the path of success, and partnership in Banks Security business is within reach. He just has to seal this deal with a potential customer first. Until he meets the client’s wife, and the deal risks taking a nose dive.
Kike Ogun married young to a man who dazzled her with his bogus charm. She’s lived like a caged bird for many years, but with a looming milestone birthday on the horizon, she is determined to walk a new path of self-love. If she could just ignore the electrifying and forbidden attraction she feels towards a younger man from the first moment they meet.
With a devious husband who refuses to let go, she’s going to need help—Freddie’s protection—to stay alive long enough to celebrate her upcoming birthday. And she’s going to have to give in to her dark passion for him and finally unleash the natural woman inside. If it’s only sex, then what’s love got to do it?
This story unravels in two instalments—this is the first part.
The second part, Freddie Untangled, is coming soon
FREDDIE UNTANGLED ~ BLURB
Kike has struggled for years to break out of the chains of her marriage to Lekan. After moving out of the Ogun estate, she has to cope with condemnation not just from family and friends but from unseen followers as the story of her relationship with Freddie becomes media fodder. She’s finally free to love a man who loves her but is she about to lose everything else that matters to her?
Freddie has a new family—Kike and the kids—and he has to pull out all the stops if he is to outwit a powerful sociopathic pastor as well as and deal with ghosts from his past that come to haunt him. He will do whatever it takes to keep the woman he loves safe but the price might be his sanity and his life.
Lekan is not about to give up on a woman he sees as his property and uses every weapon in his arsenal to get Kike back, including following through on the threats he made.
With the odds stacked up against Kike and Freddie, is a happy future together even possible? Will they ever be out of Lekan’s reach?
This story unravels in two instalments—this is the second part and not a standalone.
As a lover of romance novels, Kiru wanted to read stories about Africans falling in love. When she couldn’t find those books, she decided to write the stories she wanted to read.
Kiru writes passionate romance and sensual erotica stories featuring African characters whether on the continent or in the Diaspora. When she’s not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her husband and three children.
Kiru is a founding member of Romance Writers of West Africa. In 2011, her debut romance novella, His Treasure, won the Book of the Year at the Love Romances Café Awards. She is the 2015 Romance Writer of the Year at the Nigerian Writers Awards.
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“Nicu (The Dark Shadows #5)” by Ariel Marie
The fifth and final installment of the Dark Shadows series delivers the action, suspense, and romance which made me a fan of the Olaru family and their crew.
Empath Samara Shamus hasn’t seen her twin brother, Stefan, in over a month, and even worse, she can’t sense him. Encouraged by their late mother to hide their abilities, the twins still communicated telepathically and sensed each other’s presence.
Law enforcement isn’t as concerned and is little help, believing Stefan left on his own. Samara continues to visit her brother’s apartment and hang posters in the neighborhood but feelings of hopelessness threaten to overwhelm her.
A mysterious phone call leads Samara to meet with the Rebels, a secret group who protect humans from the paranormal world. Stefan has been spotted with the versi, undead instruments of the evil Necromancers.
A reckless attempt by the Rebels and Samara to ‘rescue’ Stefan takes them into a Necromancer hideout where they find Nicu Olaru, taken captive during the last battle between the Dark Shadows and the Necromancers.
Nicu is head of the Dark Shadows, eldest of the five royal children, and future king of the vampires.
He’s also highly pissed off at being locked in a cage. Nicu is awaiting execution ordered by Sodan, king of the Necromancers, because Nicu killed his son, Xalak (early in the series – and he really, really, really needed to die—let’s be clear on that!)
Nicu knows his brothers and the Dark Shadows team will come for him and is annoyed when he sees the inept Rebels sneaking into the necromancer lair. After a heated exchange, the Rebels leave without trying to find Stefan. They also leave Samara behind… and Nicu still trapped in his cell.
Samara frees Nicu and they make it to safety where Nicu contacts his brothers. While they await the Dark Shadows, the vampire and the empath steam up the sheets. Samara doesn’t understand her attraction to Nicu—besides his being a huge tower of alpha awesomeness—but Nicu knows Samara is his destined mate.
Yet, when the team arrives, Nicu allows Samara to walk away. Even though his sister and brothers have found their fated mates, Nicu doesn’t think he has a choice in taking his mate (even though vampires…you know, eventually DIE if denied their mate). As future king and leader of the Dark Shadows, the safety, and future of all vampires rest on his shoulders—he cannot afford such a ‘distraction.’
Unable to stay away from Samara, Nicu does a bit of stalking, but it is Samara who seeks Nicu out to tell him of the result of their one night of passion.
Honestly, I am not a fan of secret/surprise baby stories and usually avoid them, but I’m giving a wink and a nod to Nicu because I’ve seriously enjoyed this series, and I already know Nicu and Samara are destined mates.
The conflict between Nicu and Samara, the ultimate showdown with Sodan and his legion (Hey, the witches show up!) and the near-tragic outcome all come together to make this a great read and a fitting conclusion to the series.
The Dark Shadows were fighting a war to save their race. But how could Nicu focus when he had more at stake to lose than just his race?
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