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.

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Double Dare by Jeanne St. James-She Gives Up Men And Gets Two To Love- #MMF #Erotic #BDSM #Romance

What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them. 

Blurb:

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated?

Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol pink bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.

The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover.
Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming...

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Excerpt:

When Logan glanced up again, he saw a pink vision stalking toward him, and he sat up straighter. Shit, the cause of his earlier hard-on was coming his way.

She looked determined, and she still had a grip around her glass like it was a lifeline.

She stopped directly in front of him and put one hand on her hip.

“Are you Logan Reed?”

Oh shit. “Yes?”

“You don't know for sure?”

“Oh, I'm sure.”

“Are you fucking anybody right now?”

“Right this minute?”

He glanced around to see if anyone else was hearing this surreal conversation. Luckily no one was paying attention.

“No. Do you have anyone who is going to get mad if I ask you to dance?”

“Uh. No.” Well, hell, that was a unique way of asking someone to dance.

She placed her drink on the table, and he asked, “Is that still your second one?”

“No, third.”

“I was afraid of that.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled, but he was too heavy for her to lift, so he unfolded himself from the chair to accommodate her.

“Are you asking me to dance?”

“You have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

He interlaced his fingers with hers and led her to a corner of the dance floor. Luckily for him, the DJ had turned the lights down and was playing a series of slow tunes. Ones he could dance to. There was no way he was doing the chicken dance or line dancing. He had his limits.

As the slow, wailing tune blared through the large speakers, Logan slid his palms around her waist, his splayed fingers coming to rest at the small of her back. The fabric of her dress felt terrible, and he didn't know why women wore shit like that and suffered. The dress certainly wasn't flattering.

But it wasn't the outer package that mattered to Logan; it was the prize he found inside when it was unwrapped.

He stepped in a little closer and pulled her hips against his. He swore he heard a little gasp. He smiled into her overstyled, dark blonde hair and nuzzled it. Underneath all the hairspray, he caught a scent of wildflowers. It smelled nice.

“What's your name?” he murmured into her hair.

“What?” She turned her head a bit, and she ended up nuzzling his neck. Her lips, the shape of which reminded him of an archer's bow, were warm and soft, and he could detect the fruity scent of the slammers on her breath.

She was average height for a woman, which made her a bit shorter than him, so he had to lean down a bit to place his lips against her ear.

“What's your name?”

He felt the shiver of her body against him, so he traced the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. The touch was light enough, but she unmistakably felt it. In response, she arched her back slightly, pressing her hips harder into his.

“Quinn,” she finally answered him, her voice breathless.

“Quinn,” he repeated while moving one hand up her back to the bare skin rising out of her dress. He drew the pad of his thumb along the smooth expanse of flesh, along her exposed spine, moving up to her neck to cradle it in his palm. His thumb continued to stroke her skin along the vein in her neck.

He pulled away a little and looked down into her face. Her eyes were heavy, and her lips were parted. Her breaths were short and quick.

He struggled to keep from thrusting against her. If she looked this good in that god-awful dress, he wondered what she looked like in normal clothes. Or no clothes at all.

Or just a pair of handcuffs.

His balls tightened, and he released a long breath out of his nose to steady his pulse.

“Quinn, do you like sex?” He placed his cheek against hers, and they swayed to the music, their hips, their thighs brushing against each other.

Her eyelids fluttered a bit before she answered, “Sometimes.”

“Why only sometimes?” he whispered against her ear.

She shrugged slightly, and one of her off-the-shoulder sleeves slid down a bit, exposing more creamy flesh.

Logan brushed his lips along her collarbone. It was delicate and covered with smooth skin. When he got to her shoulder, he worked his way back, and in the hollow of her neck, he placed a kiss.

There was a groan. He didn't know whom it came from. Her? Him? He didn't care. His hand at the small of her back slipped lower, to just where the rise of her ass was. The fabric of the dress kept him from feeling details, but his imagination took over.

One song transitioned into another, and they weren't even aware of the other couples dancing nearby.

His hips kept a steady side-to-side rhythm, while his hand on her back kept her close and in perfect time with him.

He was hard. There was no doubt she could feel it. Even with the yards of fabric around her midsection, her belly brushed against his length, teasing his cock.

“What kind of sex do you like?” His voice sounded low and gruff to his own ears.

“The kind when I get to come.”

Logan chuckled against her temple and slipped the hand he had around her neck to her shoulder. His fingers brushed her skin lightly. He couldn't help but notice goose bumps suddenly appearing everywhere he touched her. Which meant her nipples were probably hard and aching for his fingers and mouth.

Her dress had slipped down a bit, and the neckline rode low on her chest. The fabric rested just on the crest of her breasts; he could see she wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, he thought he could see the crescent edge of one nipple, even in the dim light.

He wanted to dip his tongue between her breasts.

“Quinn?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you ask me to dance?”

“Because my friends…” Her soft voice faded off.

“Your friends?” He prodded.

“My friends dared me to. They think I am such a loser when it comes to men.”

“Ah.”

“I always pick Mr. Wrong.”

“Am I supposed to be Mr. Right?” He brushed the backs of his knuckles over the rise of her breasts.

“No. Just Mr. Right Now.”

She was direct. He wondered if it was just the alcohol talking. “So you just want to use me.”

“Basically.”

Her boldness wavered, disappointing him a bit.

He raised his eyebrows. “Huh. And you don't think I'd care?” He leaned back a bit and looked down at her, her skin a canvas for the colorful light bouncing off the mirrored disco ball above the dance floor.

She wouldn't meet his gaze. “Do you?”

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Please Note: Daring Proposal, book 2 of the series will be released 1/3/17. All can be read as stand-alones

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Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: https://www.MyAuthorBiz.com/ENewsletter.php?acct=JJ4625816541890

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Challenge Accepted by Annabeth Leong

Blurb:

After being shamed for her dominant desires too many times, Christine has resolved never to date a vanilla man again. She needs a man who knows he's submissive, and she's determined to hold out until she finds one.

Until she meets Sam, that is. Christine can't bring herself to turn down the handsome parkour aficionado, so instead she tries to scare him off with an intensely kinky first date.

When Sam meets her extreme challenges head-on, Christine must decide if he can become the man to serve her every need—in the bedroom, and in her life.

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Warnings: m/f anal play; BDSM content includes impact play, foot worship, dominance and submission, clamps placed in fairly extreme locations, and implied piercings.

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Excerpt:

Even seeing only her back, Sam had no trouble recognizing Christine as he carried a sack of dirty clothes into the basement laundry room of his new apartment building. He’d liked her tall, thick frame the moment he’d caught her watching him, and he liked the way she moved. She folded clothes with sure, clean gestures. He’d been an athlete for enough of his life that he could immediately spot a woman in full control of her body and presence. 

He hefted the laundry onto his shoulder and assumed a casual stance. He made his movements feel easy so they would look easy. “Christine.” 

She turned. He liked that she didn’t jump. Maybe she knew he was coming. 

He saw her reacting to him—gaze flicking down his body, body shifting to emphasize her hip. Her eyes were fierce, not welcoming. She looked as if she might be about to set him on fire. Apart from that, though, her nod was polite and distant. 

Stretching and making a show of it, he set the laundry down beside a free machine. He didn’t know what to think of the contradictions he read in her body language. He was intrigued and wanted to get to know her. She, on the other hand, wasn’t being clear about what she wanted. He couldn’t tell if she was hoping he’d strike up a conversation or wishing he’d drop his clothes into the wash and get the hell out. 

Sam had been raised in the type of family that communicated in code, and he didn’t like it. The only way he knew to make sense of the world was to speak his mind. “You up for company?” 

She hesitated. “I think so,” she said finally. 

“I’m glad.” His voice came out softer than he’d intended, his tone deferent. 

There was something about Christine that made him want to address her that way. He stole glances as he started a washer. She dressed professionally, but not in an imposing way. Her body looked strong, but her shoulders were relaxed, her face at ease. She didn’t loom or intimidate, though he imagined she could if she wanted to. She had big, dark eyes and rich, brown skin. Her features weren’t delicate—he liked the bold lines of her nose and jaw—but neither were they harsh. The only hint of real severity he could see was in the way she wore her hair—straightened to within an inch of its life and sharply restrained. 

“The weather’s gotten nice,” Sam said, reaching for an easy conversation starter. “Anything you’re looking forward to doing now?” 

Christine shrugged. “Not wearing a heavy jacket.” Was that a touch of humor in the curve of her lips? He wasn’t sure. 

“Definitely.” Sam kept his voice light. “You recognized parkour. Is that your sport?” 

She laughed. "Afraid not." Sam wondered if she was warming to him, but she was still so difficult to read. He hated the idea of lingering where he wasn’t wanted. 

“Look,” he said. “I’d like to get to know you. I’d like to take you out sometime. Are you interested?” He had a nice Italian restaurant in mind if she said yes. If she said no, he’d ignore the flickers of interest he kept feeling from her. 

She didn’t agree or refuse, though. Instead, she looked pained. “Why would you ask me that? We’ve got nothing in common.” 

Sam stepped back, holding up his hands. “I asked because I wanted to know your answer,” he said, the words low and even. “If you’re not, it’s cool. I won’t bother you about it.” He’d be disappointed, of course, but he wasn’t the kind of jerk who would try to make a woman feel guilty about turning him down. 

Christine reached toward him but dropped her arm just before she made contact. “You couldn’t handle me.” 

Sam probably should have walked away at that point, but he’d noticed the way she’d almost touched him and the stubborn part of him couldn’t let the challenge pass. “What do you mean, I couldn’t handle you?” 

Familiar anger rose to his chest. In high school, everyone had assumed he was a nerd because he was Chinese. He’d been told he wouldn’t be able to handle being on the football team, wouldn’t be able to handle American-style boxing—though everyone also seemed to expect him to be an expert at Wing Chun—and wouldn’t be able to handle going with the other guys on the team to play pranks on the local rivals. 

Sam had responded to each of those challenges by proving his doubters wrong, doing everything better and harder than the people who had questioned him. He’d given up on obligatory popular sports to focus on parkour, but there was still a part of him that thrilled each time he pulled off a difficult move, exulting that, yet again, he’d shown them. 

Christine’s skin darkened with a blush, but she lifted her chin defiantly. “I’m kinky, okay? I doubt you’re ready for that.” 

Sam blinked. “Wow, okay. That seems like something we could sort out after we go on a date and find out if we like each other. No need to jump ahead.” 

“No point.” She shook her head, the gesture firm and dismissive. “It’s a waste of time to get to know each other if we’re just going to wind up incompatible.” 

“Really?” Sam bristled. It irritated him when women assumed a Chinese guy wouldn’t know anything about sex, and he hoped that wasn’t what was going on. “I have heard about that book, you know. The one all the women are reading.” 

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. I like to be the one on the handle end of the flogger. You don’t want it, trust me.” 

Sam had almost no idea what that entailed, but he pressed, annoyed that she’d presumed to tell him what he would and wouldn’t want. “How do you know? Talk to me about it first. Try me.” 

“If you don’t already know about it, it’s just not going to work. I promise.” 

Sam had never been aware of an interest in kink, but he couldn’t stand assumptions. “Tell me straight-out what you want to do,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll tell you whether or not I want to do it.” 

Christine stared as if he’d suggested a really strange plan. It reminded Sam of so many movies he’d seen, times when characters acted like telling the truth was such an odd and original thing to come up with. “I don’t know…” she said. 

He grabbed his now-empty laundry bag. The fabric snapped as he yanked it through the air. The fresh, warm scent pouring from the dryers seemed sour in that moment. “Or turn me down. Just don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.”

Again, she moved as if she wanted to take hold of his wrist and stop him. Sam paused, trying to make it clear he would let her if that was what she wanted to do. They were still for a while, and then he gave up and walked to the door. 

“Wait,” Christine said before he could leave. 

“Yeah?” 

“Maybe. Do you use IM? Can we talk later?” 

He shrugged. “Sure.” This was probably another part of the brush-off. Maybe she thought it would be nicer if she offered to chat online. He didn’t particularly like that tactic, but he didn’t feel like criticizing it now. Without expecting to hear from her again, he gave her his username. 

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Annabeth Leong wears high heels and frequents the former haunts of H.P. Lovecraft. She is obsessed with baseball and marine life, and is an enthusiastic member of New England Feet. 

She is frequently confused about her sexuality, but enjoys searching for answers. Her work appears in more than 50 anthologies, including Best Bondage Erotica 2013, 2014, and 2015, Best Women's Erotica 2015, and Best Erotic Romance 2014 and 2015.

She is the author of a number of erotic novels, ranging from sweet to dark. Find Annabeth online at annabetherotica.com, and on Twitter @AnnabethLeong

Winter Fire by Kathy Fischer-Brown. A Tale of Forbidden Love Between A Man And A Woman Trapped Between Two Worlds.

Blurb

When Ethan Caine pulled the unconscious woman from the half-frozen creek, he had no idea that his world was about to explode. Dressed in quilled doeskin of Iroquois design, she stirred up dark secrets from his past. At the same time, she was everything he desired. But she was more Indian than white, and on the run for murder. He needed to know the truth. He needed to find it within himself to trust her.

Banished by the Seneca Indians who adopted and raised her, ostracized by the whites in the settlement, Zara Grey wanted only to be accepted. “Ethancaine” treated her with kindness and concern. It was easy to trust him. But her Indian ways disturbed him, and in her heart she would always be Seneca.

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Sam's Temptation; A Foodie/Cowboy Romance by V.S. Morgan

Sam’s Temptation

by

V.S. Morgan

Decadent Publishing

Length: 77 pages, ~20,000 words

Blurb: 

On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. She’s not looking for love, but spending time with a hunky cowboy sounds perfect. Gabi works hard, but every girl needs some fun. 

What if flirting leads to something more?   

Sam Malone is the brains behind Blackbird, a guest and working ranch. Since his parents’ death, his sole purpose has been family and the ranch’s survival. Burned by love in the past, he avoids the distraction that comes with beautiful women. 

But what’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits? 

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Excerpt

His breath caught in his throat as Gabriela emerged from the SUV. She was dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and purple Converse sneakers. Her honeyed skin and unruly curls were radiant in the afternoon sun.

She reached him first. He extended his hand for a shake. “Gabriela.”

She ignored it to press in for a hug, which he returned stiffly, hyperaware of her soft, warm body against his fast-hardening one. Seemed his body hadn’t forgotten her either. He clenched his jaw as vanilla and jasmine wafted from her hair. She was considerably shorter without the heels, and hell if he didn’t love the greater height difference.

All too soon, she pulled back, her hands still at his waist, and beamed up at him. “Samuel.”

His name sounded exotic and sensual with her slight accent.

He cleared his throat. “Sam.”

“Sam,” she said softly, and his mouth dried in response to the husky tone. The woman could make financial reports sound X-rated with that voice of hers.

“Please, call me Gabi.”

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V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets. She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/f and m/m with heart. V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project. 

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Pearl's Protector. Book One of The Paranormal Contemporary Interracial Romance; Raven's Falls

Blurb

No matter how hard she tries, Dehlia Lee McQueen can’t seem to overcome her feelings for her boss, the vampire; Niall Cowan. The steamy encounter they shared in his office haunts her days later after the breakup and she tries to find a way to get him off her mind. 

The little Friday night visit to Club Ravenous is just what two neophyte witches need to take their mind off McQueen duties and let their hair down for an evening—but there is no rest for the wicked. A demon appears to them at the club and they discover a new threat looming in Raven’s Falls. 

Even though she was the one to break it off with him, Niall knows he can never let Dehlia go. Silently he stalks her in the night and follows her to Club Ravenous and decides to make his move on her. He wants to pick up where they left off, but he shelters a dark secret from the past—one that Dehlia may have a hard time forgiving. 



Excerpt

Dehlia Lee McQueen piled her shoulder length tightly coiled hair on top of her head and gave herself another glimpse in the mirror. Her long black lashes formed a luscious veil over her brown eyes. The dusky shade of eye shadow with a hint of silver flecks highlighted the gold shimmery shadow above it. The liquid eyeliner she used adorned her almond shaped eyes while the berry blush made her cheekbones stand out.

“Perfect.” She purred before removing the red silk robe and donning a black leather bustier with a matching black skirt that stopped just above the knee. She pulled the zipper up in the middle of the form fitting bustier and gave her bosoms a slight push upward. Now she was ready to blow off some steam at Club Ravenous far on the other side of town. After being fired by Niall over a week ago, she fully immersed herself in McQueen magic to keep busy--to keep herself from initiating contact with him. She needed some way to forget about her love interest and move along with her life.

Unfortunately, she noticed that magic was not her forte and felt something was missing. She even toyed around with casting a spell to completely remove Niall from her heart and mind, but Jasmine had warned her this could somehow backfire on her. McQueen magic couldn’t be her destiny and all she had to offer as a witch and a person. 

A knock jolted her from her thoughts and her cousin, Jasmine’s voice filtered in through the oak double doors. 

“Dehlia, girl, are you ready?”

Dehlia slipped several gold bangles on her left wrist and her delicate gold designer watch on the other. “Just a moment,” she chimed before securing the ruby pendent on a gold chain around her neck. With a sigh of satisfaction, she walked over to the door and opened it. 

Jasmine rushed in with a large smile on her face. “Oh, look at you.” She closed the doors behind her and leaned against the wall. “You’re going to knock em dead girlie!”

“Thank you for suggesting we get out for a while. You’re right, I do need a break.” Dehlia returned to her gold trimmed vanity mirror and picked up her favorite fuchsia lipstick and carefully applied it.

“You’re looking pretty awesome there, yourself cuz,” she observed with a smile. Jasmine sported a knee length black and red designer dress and a black bolero jacket and knee length patent leather boots. Usually the young woman pulled her hair up into a topknot bun, but tonight, her long wavy tresses rained past her shoulders. Her dark brown skin glinted with a hint of golden makeup.

“Well, we’ve both been hitting the books pretty hard. Tobias is a slave driver, never letting up.” Jasmine smiled, flashing her perfectly white teeth. 

“He means well, he just wants us to be prepared since he is an advanced witch.”

“I can’t wait until I’m at Rose’s level. Hey, enough talk about witchery. Are you trying to replace Niall with another?” 

“How’d you know?” 

“It’s written all over your face. Girl, you’re on the rebound.”

“The possibilities are endless, but I wish I could easily erase Niall from my mind,” Dehlia stated boldly. “He really hurt me last week, Jasmine and I just need to forget about him, even if it’s only temporary.”

“Are you secretly trying to make Niall jealous?” Jasmine’s heels clicked against the shiny wooden floors of Dehlia’s chambers as she walked over to her. “I know you’re upset over him but have you tried to contact him?” 

Dehlia sighed and in agitation, tapped her French-manicured nails against her vanity. “Between me and you, I’m furious at the fucker.” She turned, put a hand on her hip and paced the floor.

“How dare he fire me for something I had no control over. And further more, why should I contact him? He’s the one who booted me out of his life.”  A pain resonated across her chest at the episode in Niall’s office. That night, she’d returned home and stormed into her chambers, but Jasmine was just going to bed and without thinking, she poured her heart out. “Thanks for lending an ear, I really needed to talk to you, and I’m not sure if Rose would have understood me.”

“It’s okay,” Jasmine assured her. “But should you really give up on him without a fight? I know he’s a vampire, but you’re in love with him babe.” 

“I don’t want to think about this because it hurts to much Jasmine.”

“Fine. But, surely your paths will cross again. If so, what will you do? You can’t avoid the man forever. I’m telling you, I’m sensing we’ll run into him tonight. Are you looking to bed him down if you too somehow are able to patch things up? You know what will happen if you allow him to feed on you.”

“Yes, I’m aware of Clara’s curse and it got me thinking last week.”

Jasmine sucked in a breath. “About what? How to lift it? Girl, you’re crazy if that’s what you were thinking.”

“Look, it hurts like hell and I want some semblance of a normal life without a stupid curse hanging over my head. I’ve liked Niall for years now and I’ve always put those feelings off because of McQueen destiny. It’s up to me to think for myself.” She held her head down for a few seconds and quickly looked at her cousin. “Even if it means giving up my powers. Oh Jasmine, if I still have a chance with him, then yes, I’ll give up my powers. But I’m not going to pursue him.”

“You’re letting pride stand in the way. Why go to the club, just go and see him.”

Dehlia shook her head stubbornly. “Yup, I guess I am stubborn. Let him pursue me.”

“Uh-uh, the easy way out. So if he doesn’t come to you first, then you have nothing to worry about, right?”  The young witch frowned.

“C’mon Jasmine, lay off.” 

“I know you better than you know yourself.” Jasmine teased. “Maybe you’re banking on him showing up at the club—to make him jelly. Um-hmmm.”

Dehlia nudged her cousin with a smile. “Stop.”

“Yeah, see that? I knew it!” So, say we do run into him and let’s say you succeed in your little campaign of getting him jealous. You bed him—then what, genius? You know what will happen.” 

“I’ll cross that bridge if and when I get to it,” Dehlia admitted with a sigh.

Jasmine shook her head stubbornly. “You’re hoping it will.”

“I haven’t been truly happy in years. Niall’s a vampire, I’m a McQueen; you can’t help who you fall in love with. When I’m with him---He makes me feel so much, like a longing that’s being satisfied. I don’t know if you can understand what I’m trying to say.” 

“Yes, I think I do. He’s possibly your anchor, your soul mate, like Rose and Storm are soul mates. Clara and Micah too. Even so, you know the consequences. Are you prepared to take them on if this comes to pass?” Jasmine asked. 

“At this point in my life--yes.” 

“Does he know about your secret?” 

Jasmine’s words were like ice water washing over her. Dehlia sucked her teeth, a little nervous habit she’d picked up since the Blood Moon. “Let’s not go there.”

“Listen, if you two have another chance, he should know before the two of you have sex. I mean, I’ve had my doubts about you and him, but you’re my cousin so I want to help you any way I can.”

She smiled. “That means a lot to me, it really does. If only Rose felt the same.”

“Everyone has their opinions on the matter,” Jasmine explained, “It’s no big deal, so let’s go. It’s eight o’clock and everyone else is either out and about or asleep.”

“Rose and Storm?” 

“I haven’t seen them since yesterday.” Jasmine told her. “They’re probably off on one of their romantic getaways. And they really deserve one. I think she’s finally learned the meaning of balance, and Storm sure as hell has been looking very happy these days.”

“Good, I don’t need Rose sticking her nose in my business.” Dehlia walked over and opened her walk-in closet. She bit her lip as she plucked her best pair of thigh high leather boots with the gold tips from the shelf and flopped on her black velvet Chaise Lounge to put them on.

“She’s only looking out for your best interest,” Jasmine reminded her gently. “She and Storm put up a hell of a fight.”

“We all put up a hell of a fight. Tonight I’m partying until the sun comes up.” Dehlia zipped the last boot and slipped into her black leather jacket. 

“Who’s driving?” 

“I will.” Dehlia snickered. 

“Awesome! I’m planning on having a few drinks too.” Jasmine chortled. “And if we both get smashed, we’ll just call a taxi.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” 

“Cool, let’s blow this joint.” Jasmine entwined her arm around her cousins’ and they headed down to the garage.

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Trading Up; A M/F Contemporary Erotic Romance by Mahalia Levey. A 1Night Stand Story

Blurb

Camilla’s deal breakers make finding a man to fit her wants, needs, and desires darn near impossible. For years she’s been primped and primed to be the perfect political daughter, when all she really wants to do is let loose without her world collapsing. When a friend sends her Madam Eve’s way, she grabs the opportunity to explore without being outed to the conservative watchdogs.

Jonah Dawson's career is heading for a change. His friends have dubbed him married to the military, and he can’t deny that his focus has been off center. While they enjoy the pleasures of life and wives, he has nothing to come home to. When offered the chance for a 1NS, he signs up, unprepared for the exotic woman whose sweet exterior masks enticing sexuality.

Sensory deprivation and the natural freedom of anonymity launch unexpected sexual desires. Madame Eve’s only request–Enjoy the sweetness of life and let the chips fall where they may–leaves this couple eager for an eye-opening experience that breaks all the rules.

Excerpt

The flames licking inside her were too much to take, along with his roaming hand. She leaned forward and grasped the chilled wine goblet as a lifeline. When he nudged her lips to take a second taste, she pressed them together, holding her finger up and then laughing because he couldn’t see it in the dark. She took a long cool sip, more from Jonah’s effect on her than the food. She licked her lips then tucked herself against him, momentarily satisfied.

“Better?

“Mmm.” Cam sighed. “When’s it your turn? I’m having all the fun.”

“I’m having a good time feeding you.”

“You’re not hungry?” In the dark, his heart pounded against her cheek. “I’m hungry, all right. Ravenous, even.” Jonah caressed her thigh. Cam had no doubt his eyes would scorch her to her very soul. His lazy trail along her skin left her smoldering in need. She let him ply her with another skewer to distract from the throb at the apex of her thighs. She sucked a piece of pineapple he held between his fingers. Juices trickled down her chin. He mopped the stream of liquid with the pad of his thumb and nosily sucked it off. Holy bananas, she wanted a taste of him now. Her mind kept rewinding to the feel of his finger parting her lips.

“I uh…need to use the ladies’ room.” Cam pressed the button on the table for assistance and slid off of Jonah’s lap and into her seat. Seconds later, her guide assisted her out of her chair and slid it back in.

“Here we go, Ms. Knox.”

She stepped awkwardly away from the table. Along the way, she heard soft sighs and giggles. Definitely some hard-core kissing action. The idea of giving in to the dark side and making out in public heightened her ardor. A loud bang startled her. She jumped, almost losing Cesaire’s grasp.

“Don’t worry Ms. Knox. Almost there.” A few more steps and he ushered her into a space where dim lighting burned her dilated pupils for a moment before her eyes adjusted. He sat on a lounge chair between two doors marked Men and Women. The dim glow brought her normal self-conscious thoughts raging forward. In the dark Jonah couldn’t see her physical flaws. Would that change once he saw the real her?

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Author Bio:

Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she'd be one of them. Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.

The Club 3: Waxed; A Contemporary M/F BDSM Erotic Romance Series by Suzy Shearer

[Siren Allure: Erotic Interracial Consensual BDSM Romance, with M/M and F/F, voyeurism, public exhibition, paddling, caning, flogging, wax play, ice play, orgies, sex toys, HEA]

When Val Miller meets Erin Gale for the first time he is blown away by her.  Not only is she incredibly sexy, but she is gorgeous.  Everything he ever dreamed of—full figured with very long hair, he loves her wonderful lush curves.

Erin is already half way in love with Val but then the incredible sex sends her all the way.  When Val overhears part of a conversation he is sure Erin is just another woman who wants to make her friends jealous with a handsome boyfriend. 

He cannot face another disappointment being thought of as a "valentine present", so he runs.

Can his friends get through to him that he needs to take a risk with the woman he loves or will he turn his back on his chance of happiness?

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

“Guess who is coming back here to the Club?”

Antony and Paul looked puzzled. Fleur already knew, but kept silent as the two men pondered who could be arriving back. Both shook their heads.

“The Valentine.”

“What! You’re joking!” Paul shouted laughingly. “Yahoo!”

“He’s coming back. When?” was Antony’s laughing response. “That’s great!”

Cassie and Lisa looked at each other in confusion until Paul spoke.

“There were seven of us, Antony, Richard, me, Ty, the twins Gabe and Marc, and Val. We were all at school together.” He grinned at the other two men. “We were kind of wild.”

“Ha, that’s putting it mildly,” said Richard.

“Ty, Gabe, Marc and Val all moved away over the years for their respective jobs,” Antony continued. “Val was the first to leave. We called him The Valentine because all the women had a secret crush on him and he was what every woman wanted for a present.”

Fleur spoke up. “They are just jealous. Girls, the man is gorgeous. Tall, forty-seven, dark chocolate skin, amazing body, and with a smile that could have you ripping off your clothes before you could take a breath.”

Richard laughed at his wife and agreed. “All true. In fact half the men in the Club were in love with him, too. Unfortunately, most women only saw him as a gorgeous guy that they could brag about with the friends. In the end, he went overseas because he could not stand the way women saw him as an object and not as a man. He is an engineer and was been working in third-world countries. We all kept in touch, and he came back about six months ago. He has been renovating his home and building up his business so he hasn’t been in contact much or dropped in the Club yet. Still last time we talked, he said he is tired of being alone. He has decided it’s time to try and find a permanent partner.”

Paul and Antony grinned at each other and Paul said, “Slowly, the old gang is getting back together. Anyone heard from Gabe and Marc? Ty rang me a few months back. His contract is up and he said they are coming be back here under a new one.”

Antony shook his head, but Richard spoke. “Last I heard, the twins were down south. Haven’t heard anything from them for a while, but Val has kept in contact with them both.”

Lisa spoke up, “I take it you were all involved in BDSM?”

“Yes.” Richard smiled to himself. “We are all attracted to the lifestyle, and the missing four just as much as we are. We need to find someone for Val.” He grinned at Fleur. “I can see the wheels ticking in my wife’s brain as she goes through all the unattached women in the Club.”

“Won’t he find one for himself?” Lisa asked, but Richard shook his head and the boys all laughed. “No way, that man is so shy! He thinks all women are only interested in him for his looks and 90% of the time he is right.”

“What interest does he have at the Club?” Cassie asked. “Will it be hard to find him someone?”

“He likes wax play, impact play and some bondage, and sometimes he likes to switch. He is also bisexual. We need to find a woman that enjoys some pain/pleasure, with firm, hard limits in place. She can’t be a Domme, either. He is quite definite in his needs and demands the same in his partner. It would not do to give him someone that wants to be tortured either.”

Cassie shuddered and Antony held her a little tighter. “I can’t imagine wanting that. I know what it is like and believe me, there is no pleasure in it.”

“True, it was torture for you, but then, the monster was intent on inflicting pain without any thought of giving you pleasure, and he never gave you any aftercare. Believe me, with the right person it can become pleasurable.”

Cassie nodded, but was unconvinced. She felt Antony kiss her ear.

Fleur spoke up. “So, we need to think about what unattached women are at the Club who would be suited to Val. I am sure I can find someone perfect for him.” Richard burst into laughter and kissed his wife.

* * * *

Five weeks later, the six were talking in the Blue room at the Club. Fleur and Cassie, dressed in corsets and thigh-high boots, were both kneeling in front of their respective partners. Lisa was sitting on Paul’s lap, her kimono loosely opened so he could fondle her breasts while the men talked. Just then, Lisa gasped as a tall, dark-skinned man walked in, scanning the room until he broke into a smile upon seeing the men. This had to be Val. Lisa realised just what Fleur had meant when she said his smile could have you stripping off.

Paul deposited her on the chair as the three men stood and embraced Val. The man was too handsome for his own good, Lisa thought. Richard and Antony both released their subs and the three women were included in the greetings.

“We’ve missed you,” Fleur said as she kissed his cheeks. “I am so glad you are back.” They all sat.

He grinned cheekily at her. “Still with this fool, Fleur? Why don’t you let me rescue you?”

“Hands off, she is taken.” Richard laughed. “But I do have a couple of beautiful women just dying to meet you.”

Lisa was amazed to see Val blush before he said, “I’m not coming back here to be some chick’s toy. I want something serious.”

Richard smiled. “Don’t worry. Things have changed a bit since you were here last. The single women that were man-hunters do not come here anymore, and the screening process is much better now. We only have genuine people, men and women, looking for long-time partners and serious interest in the lifestyle. Took a while to get rid of the wannabes but finally, we have a great mix here.”

“That’s great news.” Val grinned at Paul and Antony. “Looks like congratulations are in order for you two. If these pretty women Richard has stashed away are half as beautiful as your lovely ladies then I am one lucky man.”

Paul and Antony could not stop grinning. They were so excited that their friend was back. They were thinking about the games they used to all play together.

Val spoke up. “I am guessing you have everything planned. Do I get any sort of choice in this?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Looking into his face she said, “You are? Are you sure it isn’t just lust?”

“Oh, hell, there is heaps of lust, but honestly, you are wonderful. I can imagine spending the rest of my life with you. You are interesting, you are beautiful and yes, you excite me no end, but it is deeper than all that.”

She searched his face, nodding when she obviously found what she was looking for. “Fleur gave me your picture a few weeks back and filled me with stories about you. By the time you arrived, I was already halfway in love with you and now, well, let’s just say I am way past the halfway point.”

She blushed as she made her confession but figured it was better to be honest and risk him leaving than pretend. Grinning at her, he lowered his head, captured those sweet lips, and had the satisfaction of feeling her melt into his arms until she wriggled the wrong way and flinched.

“I think I should put some cream on you, just to soothe and cool that cute arse.”

He lifted her from the water and set her on her feet. Turning her around, he saw her bottom was very red, and there were more red marks across the rest of her from his flogging. He carried her into the room and laid her on her stomach, then began rubbing cream on her cheeks. She groaned, half in pain and half in pleasure, as he worked.

“If you behave tomorrow night, I will let you spank me.” He was rewarded with a squirm or two that had nothing to do with his rubbing and everything to do with her imagination.

“How would you like me to get you a drink? But—you have to let me clamp those sweet tits of yours.” The look she gave him over her shoulder said it all, and he rushed to the fridge for juice for them both. He also grabbed some ice in a glass. On the way back, he picked up a set of clamps. He rolled her onto her back, putting a cushion under her bottom. It raised her pussy up and he loved the view. Straddling her, he gave her a mouthful of juice, then put one clamp on a nipple. Once she was comfortable, he gave her another drink and did the other. Gently pulling them until she winced, he tightened them then sat back on his haunches to admire the view: her wet pussy and her clamped nipples.

Grabbing an ice cube, he let it fall between her breasts and loved her little gasp. He left that one to melt and took a second. Slowly, he rubbed it across her slit, watching as she wriggled. Very slowly, he pushed it between her lips and into her cunt. Reaching up, he gave the clamps another tug, satisfied when she moaned. Using his finger, he pushed into her cunt. The heat of it had melted the ice cube, so he pushed in another, and a third he rubbed on her clit. Her body was covered in goose bumps as he continued to drop ice on her tits, clit, and into her cunt. She was moaning loudly and panting, her head thrown back. He tugged on the clamps in rhythm, loving it when she climaxed.

He bent his head to lick her clit and those sweet cum juices. She squirmed as he sucked on her clit, knowing it was sensitive after several orgasms but he loved teasing her.

When he could take it no longer, he held his cock at the entrance. Looking into her eyes, he saw truth and trust. He pushed his dick into her, sliding in and out, revelling in the feel of her tight muscles clamping his cock. While he pumped, he pulled on the clamps, and she gripped his cock even tighter. “I want to come, but I want to come with you,” she gasped.

“I am ready to.” He pounded her cunt hard till he felt her legs start to shake, and she began to shout as her orgasm started. He thrust as deep as he could and filled her hot cunt with his cum, holding his cock deep in her, loving the feel of her muscles clamping it. Finally, he fell to her side, utterly spent.

Reaching across, he released one clamp, sucking on the nipple until she relaxed, then he removed the other nipple clamp. As he did, he licked and sucked it, then rubbed a little ice water on them. They lay wrapped in each other’s arms. Time was unimportant as they shared their growing love.

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