He's The Perfect Dom But Will His Past Tear Them Apart?- Her Dom’s Secret Past by Suzy Shearer #MF #BDSM #EroticRomance

Heat Rating: Level 3
Word Count: 86,000

Blurb

When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.

For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire.

Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.

Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.

NOTE: This is told in 1st person POV from both the Hero and Heroine.

This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may offend some readers.

STORY EXCERPT:  

Somehow, I’d managed to keep on my feet when the big wave crashed over Anabelle and me. She surfaced, spluttering, and I held out a hand. She let me help her up and I held her hand a little longer than necessary.

“Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome. That was one big wave.”

“Sure was, but it’s fun.”

She was still grinning and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched.
It was all I’d dreamed of and more. It was electrifying.

Our kiss was soft, tender, and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I could get used to this.

We finally separated and gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she stared into my eyes.

“I couldn’t resist.”

"I … neither could I, John.”

“I’d certainly like to do it again.”

“Then maybe you should.”

We stood there, the waves crashing around us, as I kissed her again. This time I took my time reveling in the taste of her, mixed with the salty water. Her hands pressed against my chest.

When we stopped, I whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you reading.”

“You have?”

I nodded and traced her lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her again.
It was wild.

The surf pounding against us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the surface.

“Sadly I have to accept that kissing and big waves don’t mix very well.”

She gave another of her lovely carefree laughs.

“I think you’re right. Come on up to my place and I’ll make you a coffee or tea.”

We waded back to shore. Anabelle picked up her towel and I realized mine was further down the beach.

“I’ll just get my towel and then join you.”

She nodded and continued walking back to her villa while I limped down to where I’d tossed my towel, picked it up, and then followed her into her villa. She’d thrown her towel on one of the outdoor chairs and was in the kitchen. I dropped my towel to join hers after drying off and walked to where she was. She turned to face me at my approach and it was all I could do not to grab her and kiss her again. Her face showed a little nervousness and I smiled.

“Coffee or tea?”

“Still an Englishman, it’s tea for me.”

“Do you want to try the Chinese White?”

“I’m sorry, I only drink black tea.”

She gave a giggle. “So do I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I love it.”

“In that case, I’d better try it.”

She nodded and set to making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to me.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

I took a sip of the tea and let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity. Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.

“It’s lovely. I think I may have to convert.”

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

We savored our tea in silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed her give a shiver.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

I stood and moved behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

“Maybe you should change into something warmer than this damp suit.”

© Suzy Shearer 2018

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BIO:

Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors. A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. 

Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.

When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer

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Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer

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Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au



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Little Did He Know That The Man Of His Dreams Is The One He's Supposed To Hate- Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin #MM #EroticRomance #BDSM #Contemporary #ScifiElements

Contemporary, M/M, Erotic Romance,

 Mild BDSM, Scifi Elements

Blurb

Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes. 

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down. 

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?

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Excerpt

“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.” 

“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

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Sexy Men and The Women Who Capture Their Heart-Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Holiday Series Boxed Set By Kryssie Fortune #RomanceNovels #BDSM #Series

Kryssie is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate and 3 ebooks of Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier to lucky winners during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter every day, so please follow us along on the tour. You may find the tour locations here.


About the Boxed Set:

Kryssie Fortune's holiday series, Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge, is now available in a convenient e-boxed set!


Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine:

Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

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Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff:

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Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor:

Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam--the man she loved and lost so long ago.

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

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FOR ABIGAIL, CHRISTMAS felt like the loneliest time of the year. Once her father died, her mother had drifted through life, uncaring. There’d been no presents or decorations, not even a special dinner. Adam had often stayed at college, saying he needed to keep on top of his studies. Abigail had bottled her sorrow, not even telling her brother how much she ached to sing carols around a family tree or cook a Dickensian Christmas dinner for the people she loved.

Abigail still enthused over the things she had planned for her class. “I’m pushing for a field trip to Red Heart Canyon where the Cherokee nation once gathered to celebrate the winter solstice. Local history needs preserving. You see, some yahoos took exception to their temple ceremony and massacred half the gathered women and children. History records it as another land grab by the European settlers.”

Jared frowned. “That’s rough.”

“The way we treated Native Americans sucked,” Abigail agreed. “Rumor has it Red Heart Canyon is haunted by the women the settlers killed. There’s an old mine shaft cut into the side of the canyon, but no one ever found any gold. On a more cheerful note, Mandy’s going ahead with her costume party for Ben, followed by another one with a sit-down dinner for the adults. My class is real excited about it. It’s the Saturday before Christmas, but you need to plan your costume. I’ve got mine already.”

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About the Author: 

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

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#SatSpanks-Naughty Subs Get Sent To The Corner- #BDSM #Menage #RomanceNovel #MMF- Bound To Them by Peyton Brittany Clarke #Cowboys

It's Saturday and you know what that means, it's time for the naughty to receive their punishments! Today's excerpt is from my cowboy, BDSM, MMF, menage, erotic romance novel Bound To Them. 

When we enter the scene-Dominant Max Krause has had it up to here with the antics of his two subs, Ally and Jake, who are also husband and wife. 

He realizes a lot of their acting out is due to lack of attention. Consumed with his job and problems on the ranch, Max has been allowed work to see more of him than his husband and wife, and as a result, their behavior has been getting out of hand.  And now he has to reign them in before he addresses the real problem- them missing him and him not spending enough time with them.

Excerpt

“You both have shown bad manners, and you need to be reminded of your training.” He sighed exasperated. “You both have been bratty and tempestuous before, but this is too amazing even for the both of you. While in the house, you will wear your collars for the next two weeks. Only exception is for showering and sleeping. Other than that, your collars must be worn.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You may not sit at my feet tonight unless I give you permission.”

They both groaned.

“And no spankings.”

“What?” Ally said, straightening her posture. “That’s not fair.”

“I am the Master, not you,” Max said. “You are full of sass.”

“I said that, too, Master.”

“Enough, Jake,” Max said firmly. He looked at Ally and gave her a firm piercing stare. “In the corner now.”

Ally got up to walk.

“On all fours,” Max corrected.

She crawled to the punishment corner and sat down on her haunches with her back to them. Max peeked at her and winced. A time-out was the best way to calm her down and help her realize the

error of her ways. However, he knew the real problem lay with him.

They were starved for attention, and this was the result—bad behavior.

He glared at Jake. “You have been unbelievably ridiculous yourself. As for your comment, it was not required. In the corner.”

Jake got up and walked.

“On your knees.”

Jake sank to his knees and crawled to the opposite corner and faced the wall.

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She Is Jealous, He Is Upset. Two subs Are Out Of Control. It Is Time For Their Dom To Clear The Air- #Cowboy #BDSM #Menage #RomanceNovel, Bound To Them by Peyton Brittany Clarke #MMF

Happy Holidays to you all!  I hope your holidays are full of good cheer and that cherished memories are being made. 

My blog has been inactive for many reasons, most of them are good. The first reason, which is good and is the main reason is because I've been writing! I've finished my next book and am in the editing phase.  Once I've completed the edits I will be sending the book to my beta readers and then after that edit once again and then I will submit it for publication.

Until then, I thought I'd give you guys another excerpt from Bound To Them. This book is more than a cowboy erotic romance, it has spanking, BDSM and elements of Domestic Discipline.  It is also an MMF romance.  

In today's excerpt Max Krause, Dom, husband and Master to Jake Hargate and Ally Krause is in the middle of trying to sort through the chaos that has erupted because of his inattention.  He will acknowledge his fault in the matter but not before settling things between his husband and wife. 

Tensions are brewing in the Krause household and it is up to Max to get his house back in order.  For those of you who have read yesterday's post, Ally was concerned that Jake might be cheating on them and despite Jake's claims of innocence- Ally does not believe him.  

Max is stepping in and decides to confront them both on the matter....

“Thought what?”

“She was his mistress,” Ally said. “And that she was calling to see why he hadn’t shown up for a rendezvous. I know it’s stupid, but these images were running around in my head of secret meetings and this pretty chick stealing my Jake.”

“Our Jake,” Max corrected.

“Sorry, Master. Our Jake.”

“Did you address her concerns?” he asked, looking at Jake, whose gaze remained cast to the floor.

“Yes, Master. I tried telling her that I didn’t know who this person was, but she didn’t believe me. So I left our bedroom last night and slept in the guest bed. Not before…”

“Before what?” Max asked.

“Informing her of her punishment and raising my voice.”

“You lost your temper, as well?”

Jake nodded, shrinking even farther. Not certain if he wanted to hear any more, Max pressed on. It was good for all of them to clear the air.

“I was upset. Flower was under the mistaken assumption that I would visit the idea of breaking the bonds of our marriage and she disregarded my safe word,” Jake said. “I used it because I felt violated.”

Max peered at Ally. “You ignored his desire to stop?”

“Yes, Master,” she said in a squeaky voice.

“Oh God,” Max said. He raked his face and dragged in a deep breath. “Flower, I will address you, brushing aside Jake’s feelings momentarily.”

She nibbled her bottom lip and sniffled. “Okay.”

“Back to this woman who called. How did this she get our number?” Max asked.

“I don’t know.”

Max shook his head. Concern mixed with anger over the breach of their privacy. He studied Jake again, who gazed at him wide-eyed.

“Are you certain that you didn’t give our number out? Perhaps to someone as a means to contact you in case of an emergency?”

“I swear it,” he said. “I would not do that. It is forbidden. You said that and I do not want to displease you.”

[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual Cowboy BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA] 

Jake Hargate is a man with a past. Born into a rich and powerful political family in Massachusetts, they were all raised to believe one thing: protect the family's interests at all costs. After leaving that life behind, Jake finds love and happiness married to Max Krause, a Dom, and Ally Renjel, a submissive. Being Max's submissive gives Jake the security he needs, and topping Ally gives him the control he craves. 

But when a political scandal threatens to ruin Jake's brother, a prominent governor who hopes to move up the political ladder, Jake is drawn into a dark world of vengeance he swore he'd never enter again. Jake's family gives him a choice: help them or risk the life he cherishes with Max and Ally. Deciding to do whatever it takes to protect Max and Ally, Jake is drawn into a world of darkness. 

Will Max and Ally be able to rescue him, or will Jake be lost forever? Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.

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"Trust A Big Part Of Our Relationship and So Is Patience." A Dom Takes His submissive Husband To Task- #BDSM #Cowboy #Menage #RomanceNovel, Bound to Them by Peyton Brittany Clarke

When I set out to write Bound To Them, I envisioned it to be different from the #BDSM western, cowboy menages I've read in the past.  For one thing, it had to be an MMF and not a MFM. An MMF is where the two men are involved sexually with each other and the female at the same time.

The next thing was that the two men had to be equally dominant and swoon-worthy at the same time.  I wanted it to be more like to Doms coming together and then one of the Doms decides to submit to the other Dom. And not be a strong alpha male with two sweet and meek submissives.

The beta male, Jake, in my mind could be likened to a switch- has made it clear there is only one man in the world he would ever submit to in the bedroom and in his personal life-- and that is Max Krause. If they had never met and he had somehow discovered the lifestyle, he knew he would be a purely heterosexual, full-time dominant.

And both men have given there are heart and lives to the only woman for them Ally whom they top. Their lives are complicated because they have very different pasts and have come from different socio-economic classes and wind up together in a world that does not understand their love- well except for the people in the small town where they live.  The people in town of Wildsage, where they live, aren't bothered by their marriage because alternative lifestyles are the norm.

Within the Hargate-Krause household, Max Krause is the head of the household and they live a 24 hour BDSM life with an added pinch of Domestic Discipline.

In this scene- Max is asking Jake about an incident on the phone that has sent their wife Ally into a paranoid nightmare.  A woman has been calling and asking for Jake and despite Jake's claim of innocence Ally refused to believe that he had no idea why or who the woman is. Their disagreement escalates and causes them to cross a line in their marriage neither is supposed to go near. Now it's time for their Master Max to reel them back in...

Excerpt

“Are you certain that you didn’t give our number out? Perhaps to someone as a means to contact you in case of an emergency?”

“I swear it,” he said. “I would not do that. It is forbidden. You said that and I do not want to displease you.”

“You can see how alarming this would be to Ally, especially since the call came from a woman, can’t you?”

A tinge of jealousy welled up within him. Another woman sniffing after his man, the idea pissed him off, too. Ally going off the deep end was unacceptable, but his dismissing her concerns were uncalled for, too.

“I do now, Master,” Jake said. “It was callous of me to not take her feelings into the matter.”

“And mine, as well,” Max said. “It would hurt me too if a similar exchange had taken place between us.”

Jake nodded his head. Max lifted his chin with the crook of his index finger. “Don’t lose your temper with her again,” Max said.

A lone tear rolled down Jake’s cheek. “I won’t.”

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Jake Hargate is a man with a past, born into a rich and powerful political family in Massachusetts all raised to believe one thing: protect the family’s interests at all costs. After leaving that life behind, Jake finds love and happiness married to Max Krause, a Dom, and Ally Renjel, a submissive. Being Max’s submissive gives Jake the security he needs, and topping Ally gives him the control he craves.

But when a political scandal threatens to ruin Jake’s brother, a prominent governor who hopes to move up the political ladder, Jake is drawn into a dark world of vengeance he swore he’d never enter again. Jake’s family gives him a choice: help them, or risk the life he cherishes with Max and Ally.

Deciding to do whatever it takes to protect Max and Ally, Jake is drawn into a world of darkness. Will Max and Ally be able to rescue him, or will Jake be lost forever?

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Blurb

When Maggie walked into Chaos Tattoos, she wanted a navel piercing. But Anthony had more in mind for the pretty, submissive brunette. Much more. Detailing what he wanted to do to her, which included a bare ass spanking for beginners, he told her to think it over and return in two days time, if she were interested. 

He never doubted she'd be back. Although Maggie resisted the tall, dominant Anthony at first, she did return. Giving herself over to her most basic desires, she learned how complete submission could bring her to heights of pleasure she'd never before experienced.

Excerpt

She’d been considering coming into the tattoo parlor for some time. Anthony had noticed her park her car, get out and walk first toward, then past the shop for weeks now. Someone else might not have paid any attention, but Anthony did. He and his brother Joel owned the tattoo parlor on Fifth and Crescent with the huge picture window that overlooked the busy street. Joel, the younger of the two, worked a few hours a week. Anthony, at thirty-seven, had been tattooing for the last ten years and Chaos was his baby. He’d established Chaos four years ago, and now, after what seemed like ages, they finally had enough money saved up to renovate the place. But renovations meant a stop to business, or at least less business, so as Anthony worked on the shop, he had time to observe the passersby and this woman had caught his attention.

Although she was not what most guys considered hot, Anthony found her sexy. She was small, maybe five feet, two inches tall, and had long, dark hair, a slim figure, and an incredible ass. In fact, that was what had caught his eye—her ass as she walked away from the shop that first time. A small waist that swelled into a nice pair of soft, round cheeks that he couldn’t help but imagine getting his hands on. The look in her eyes told him her heart pounded as she considered whether or not she had the guts to walk into a tattoo parlor with a guy like him inside.

Anthony was about six feet, three inches tall. He worked out some and mostly just had a good, solid build; always had. He shaved his head bald but left a short layer of dark stubble on his face. His full-sleeve tattoos tended to scare off suburban women, which she definitely was. He guessed she was about thirty, thirty-two. She didn’t work down here, not dressed like she was. She wore tight faded jeans and a linen jacket most days. Likely patronizing the high-end shopping district located just two blocks away.

And here she was again, her black Audi turning onto the wet street to find a parking space. Anthony kept working as a smile crept along his face. He had a feeling today was going to be the day.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as she tried to fit her car into a tight spot along the street. Clearly parallel parking was not her forte, but she seemed determined. After three tries she finally succeeded, and stepped out of her car. A truck yielded to let her cross the busy lane and she did so, running without an umbrella through the heavy rain. He didn’t look away today; he wanted her to walk in. He wanted to work on her and hoped she’d want something intricate on some very private part of her body. He wanted his hands on her skin.

The bell over the door rang as she opened it and Anthony turned, trying to look at her as he did everyone else who walked into the place.

“Morning,” he said, climbing down from the ladder he was on. He was painting a mural along the wall and it was almost finished. Tribal art would cover all four walls soon, all black and white with one point of bright, powerful red. He liked it; it suited him.

“Good morning,” she answered. Her voice fit with the rest of her: kind of nervous and quiet, coming out small. Anthony smiled as her eyes fixed on the tattoos that marked his arms and neck. He considered taking off his shirt, but knew she’d just go running right out the door that it had taken her weeks to walk through.

“Are you open? I guess you’re renovating,” she said, looking around. Anthony wrapped his paintbrush in foil and wiped off his hands. The room was kind of a mess, but he had to move things around to get the walls painted. He’d left one table in the middle of the room for those clients who still came to get work done. For the most part, though, it was so quiet now that Joel didn’t even need to be at the shop.

“We can work through the renovation. What can I do for you?” Anthony asked, coming a little closer. She looked even smaller now that she stood in front of him. She leaned just a little bit away and he wondered if she was even aware of the small movement. He smiled and held out his hand. She was nervous and maybe a little scared. He liked that combination very much.

“I’m Anthony Lawson; I’m the owner of Chaos and the main artist. You’re here for a tattoo?”

“Oh, no,” she said, slipping her small hand into his rough, paint-smudged one. “Sorry, I’m Maggie,” she said. “Maggie Adler. Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t let go of her hand but instead waited for her to continue.

“I wanted to have my belly button pierced.”

Damn. A piercing. It would be so quick it’d barely be a teaser.

“Mmm hmm,” he said, still holding on to her.

She kept talking, something she probably always did when she was anxious. “I was wondering if you do that? I mean, I assumed a tattoo parlor would do that. Only if it won’t hurt so much though,” she quickly added.

Anthony exhaled a small laugh. “Let’s have a look.” He let go of her hand, grabbed the nearest chair and sat down right where he’d been standing. “Lift your top,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers, studying her reaction to him. Christ, he was starting to get hard.

She fumbled to open the buttons on her blazer and lifted her shirt to reveal a flat, tanned stomach. Anthony grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, setting her off-balance. He held on to her longer than necessary as he pretended to check out her navel. When he released her, she remained where she was, sucking in a breath as he ran his hand over her belly button.

“We can do it now,” he said.

“Will it hurt?” she asked.

“Depends on your tolerance for pain,” he answered smoothly and stood. “Lie down on the table while I get a needle.”

“Oh. Uh, maybe I should come back when you’re open for real.” She fumbled with her purse and took a step toward the door.

“So you can run away like a frightened little rabbit?”

She stared at him wide-eyed.

“You won’t come back if you leave now.” He turned to walk to the back room. “Choose a piece of jewelry from the case, then lie down on the table, Maggie,” he said as he looked over his shoulder at her.

She obeyed. That was a good sign. He figured her to be a submissive; everything about her screamed it, actually. Even her body type, petite with a great ass for spanking, whipping…

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Tell Me by Ashe Barker-He's Her Dom At The Club And Now He's Sitting Behind The Desk At Her New Job And Is Her Boss #RomanceNovel #BDSM

Tell me, Thea...

Blurb

After months of frequenting her local BDSM club, Thea has found what every submissive dreams of, the perfect Dom. He understands every gasp and shiver of her response and gives her exactly what she craves. He pushes her limits, takes her to the edge and then holds her while she floats back to reality. He knows every inch of her body in intimate detail, but nothing else about her at all. Though he tries to delve into her personal life, he respects her wishes when she refuses. Thea feels compelled to keep her ‘real’ life separate from anything that happens on the BDSM scene, it’s the only way she can exist.

Tony is bewitched from the first moment he lays eyes on his perfect little sub at The Wicked Club. Months of scening with her only makes him crave more. But any pressure for information about her private life has her scurrying away like a frightened kitten. He needs to keep his cool and take it slow in order not to scare her away.

That is until a twist of fate lands Thea in Mr. Tony DiMarco's office and her worlds collide. Her perfect Dom is sitting behind the desk at her new job. It’s too much and she refuses to mix her personal and professional lives. But Tony won’t take no for an answer. He needs Thea Richmond in his bed and in his office and he is determined to have his way.

Thea is reluctant to blur the lines, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to maintain her well-ordered existence. Will she trust her Dom to push her to the edge like he always does? Or will she risk losing the man she has come to love?

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Buy Link- 

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00YCMBAH4

Selling Selena by Emma Haven- He Tries To Fight The Desire To Claim Her #RomanceNovel #BDSM

Blurb

As the host of the infamous Circle Room by night, Josh Preston feels like he has his compartmentalized life neatly in his rigid control until one night his young charge, Selena, volunteers to be the bound plaything of the rich and powerful men in the exclusive private playroom.

Selena finds herself bound and on display in a room full of wealthy males eager to open her up to experiences that she has only dreamed about while Josh struggles with his responsibility towards the male guests of the playroom and his growing desire to claim Selena for his own.

As the night spins outside of Josh and Selena’s control and secret feelings and desires and relationships long hidden are exposed, can their relationship survive selling Selena?

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#SatSpanks-Will She Finally Address Him With The Proper Respect? #SpankingRomance #BDSM

Hi Fellow Spanking Lovers, 

Today I have an excerpt from my short story, sexy, bdsm, spanking, WIP.  Okay let me set the scene...the heroine was naughty and is being punished by her new Dom...

Enjoy!

“You intrigue me, Joette. I wonder, if you're going to enjoy me spanking your ass as much as I am while I'm doing it.  Over my knees.”

She draped her body over his lap.  Her breasts rested against his legs like two soft pillows.

“Do you know why you are being punished?” he asked.

“No.”

“Let me refresh your memory.  You neglected to use the correct term when you addressed me directly. You were supposed to say sir but you delayed your proper response.  I warned you that you were to receive five swats on your behind for every minute you did not say it.  Fortunately for you, you said it eventually.  Count them off.”  

“One,” she said.

He let his hand fall to her plump butt cheek.  It absorbed the blow perfectly.  He massaged her smooth skin and squeezed letting the heat flow throughout it. 

“Two.”

The next one was harder.  She grunted and exhaled sharply.  Suddenly her pussy creamed.  

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Saturday Spanking Authors

#WIPitUpWednesday-He Was The Kind Of #Dom That Made Her Feel Safe- #RomanceNovel #BDSM

I'm working on a couple short stories for you guys that I think you may like!  I'm working on a bdsm, MF, untitled, WIP.  The heroine has just met a Dom who has made her swoon.  Here's a snippet:

Tall, handsome, muscular and smart, he was perfection in one package.  She pursed her lips shut to keep from shrieking.  She felt smitten like a school girl. The other men she'd dated were nice and but none had made her feel like this.  Around him, she wasn't worried about what she was wearing or how she looked.  When he looked at her she was safe.

She imagined his arms wrapped around her pulling into a powerful embrace.  Their bodies close together never wanting to be apart.  Warmth spread from her cheeks to the whole of her face.

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Hope you liked it.  It's almost complete so look for it soon!  Until then check out my fellow

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Get Off Easy by Sara Brookes-Pavement Moved For These Doms #BDSM #RomanceNovel #MMF

At Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of passion…

Blurb

I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.

It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I want in.

Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and Boyce to take me back.

We used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive the pleasure of having them both?

It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.

*****

Excerpt

Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal hours ago.

As long as the female audience members went wild, she would keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she desperately needed a break.

A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene. Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot at working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.
One hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her work, too.

As she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.

Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.

Her reward, however, was not child appropriate.

No way. No how.

Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight. The events, where participation was allowed by members both at the club and online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing, though.

It was always a surprise when it came to those two.

She shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys play with their toys.

Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.

There was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend her night watching porn. And it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic tendencies.

Her former Master recommended the online dungeon when it became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.

Once she’d discovered two of her closest friends from college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the world, warmed her heart.

And a few other strategic lady bits.

Someday she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.

And hunted through the archives.

Several times over.

The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d invested in all the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the proper equipment.

Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?

A quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee, Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the director wanted to ditch the segment.

Task completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto her secure server. An email containing the link to the director was next and meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge screen she’d mounted on the wall.

Two very familiar faces stared back at her.

Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond, piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most formidable Viking would find intimidating.

Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious. Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin. Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was still all dominant authority.

Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men scened together every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.

“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”

*****

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Author bio:

Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.

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