Title: Dating Nashville
Series: Discovering Me #1
Authors: Ann Maree Craven & Michelle MacQueen
Genre: Sweet M/M Romance
Release Date: September 25, 2019
Blurb
Becks:
How does a straight guy accidentally come out as gay to the entire country music world?
Iâll get back to you when I know the answer.
It all happened so fast. One moment, my best friendâs little brother is standing in a sea of people as his boyfriend breaks his heart. Again.
The next, Iâm jumping off stage mid-concert to give him the kiss of his life--or maybe the kiss of my life.
Iâm Beckett Anderson. Yes, that Beckett. The one who never does the smart thing, messes up daily, and somehow ended up with millions of screaming fans.
Fans who now think Iâm dating Nicky St. Germaine.
The label says I canât come out as straight (Is that even a thing?), that I canât tell the world I lied.
But this lie of mine⦠it doesnât hold a candle to the one I tell myself.
Nicky:
How does the quiet gay guy end up kissing the straight country music star in front of thousands of his screaming fans?
I still canât fathom what he was thinking when he jumped off that stage, but that kiss⦠None of it was real, but it felt like it. At least to me.
Iâm Nicky St. Germaine, son of a football Hall of Famer, best friends with rock star, Nari Won Song--and whatever I am to Country Music sensation, Beckett Anderson. The juryâs still out on that one. What does a small town kid do when so many of his friends and family are famous? He hides. Frequently.
Now the spotlight is on me, and there is nowhere left to hide. Iâm supposed to pretend to be Beckettâs adoring boyfriend for a few weeks, but thatâs not so easy when Iâd give almost anything for it to be true.
Ann Maree Craven
Ann Maree Craven writes Young Adult Contemporary Romance with crossover appeal to audiences of all ages. She believes in stories that make you think and loves to play with foreshadowing, leaving clues and hints for the careful reader. She draws inspiration from her background in architecture and interior design to help her with the small details in world building and scene settings. (Her degree in fine art also comes in handy.)
Michelle MacQueen
Michelle MacQueen is a USA Today bestselling author of love. Yes, love. Whether it be YA romance, NA romance, or fantasy romance (Under M. Lynn), she loves to make readers swoon.
The great loves of her life to this point are two tiny blond creatures who call her âauntâ and proclaim her books to be âboring booksâ for their lack of pictures. Yet, somehow, she still manages to love them more than chocolate.
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Title: His to Hold
Series: The Malone Brothers
Author: S.L. Sterling
Genre: Contemporary Romance
All work and no play was a phrase I knew all too well. But that was about to change. Getting dumped at the start of my much overdue vacation was not how I planned to spend my time off. Neither was running into someone from my past. It was the last thing I expected.... but just what I needed.
My brother’s best friend was headed home when our paths collided at the airport during a massive storm. Twenty years of chemistry crackles around us like lightning, and we give in to what’s been a long time coming.
From stranded old friends to insatiable lovers, spending a week together at his lake house, I'm reminded what it’s like to live in the moment. When I realize I didn’t really know him at all, I can’t help but think... I might have been his to hold, but could I be his to keep?
Bryce
I guess there are worse things than being forced into taking a vacation. I can think of a few. But being fresh out of a bad relationship, and in the middle of a huge merger, is not the ideal time to be jetting off for two weeks.
One week in, I decide to cut my trip short, only to end up stranded at the airport. Just my luck. Everything changes when I run into my best friend’s little sister. Twenty years later, she’s all grown up and very much available. One thing leads to another, and we find ourselves back at my place riding out the storm and reconnecting in ways I never imagined.
Feelings that had been delayed are finally able to take flight. The girl who held my attention all those years ago is now the woman holding my heart. I’m falling fast, but when we end up face to face in the boardroom, will our vacation romance go from pleasure to business?
S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs.
An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel "It Was Always You" was born.
When S.L. Sterling isn't writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters.
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.
Title: Catch Me Twice
Author: Charmaine Pauls Genre: Second Chance Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2019
Blurb
If a man tells you heâs no good for you, best heed the warning. I learned the hard way. I had Jake Bassonâs baby. He left to chase his dream. Now heâs back, demanding a second chance, but why should I give him anything after four years of nothing? No correspondence, no news. I finally have my life back on track. Jake has never been uncomplicated. He never follows the rules. I shouldâve known heâd play dirty. He caught me once. Iâm not going to let him catch me twice.
(Disclosure: This story contains cheating. HEA guaranteed.)
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Author Bio
Charmaine Pauls was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. She obtained a degree in Communication at the University of Potchestroom, and followed a diverse career path in journalism, public relations, advertising, communications, photography, graphic design, and brand marketing. Her writing has always been an integral part of her professions.
After relocating to Chile with her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time. Charmaine has published over twenty novels since 2011, as well as several short stories and articles. Two of her shorts have been selected by the International Literary Society for an anthology from across the African continent. When she is not writing, she likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in France with her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans, English, French and Spanish.
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A throwaway & a Princess.
Both of us are messed up, both of us pretending. I’ve played with her, manipulated and bullied her, right up until the moment I realised how much I wanted her. When I was planning to beg for forgiveness, someone else was planning her demise. Her crown might have slipped but no one will ever be able to take it away, she’s a Princess, my Princess to the very core. I’ve spent every moment of the last few years counting down for my freedom, now I want to be caught and bound to her. Archer’s Creek was where I was forced to come; now it’s the only place I’ve ever wanted to stay. Can she forgive me or has my past left me beyond redemption.
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Gemma Weir is a half crazed stay at home mom to three kids, one man child and a hell hound. She has lived in the midlands, in the UK her whole life and has wanted to write a book since she was a child. Gemma has a ridiculously dirty mind and loves her book boyfriends to be big, tattooed alpha males. She's a reader first and foremost and she loves her romance to come with a happy ending and lots of sexy sex.
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When a stalker gets too close to plus-size model Mae Cooper, it’s time to hire some muscle.
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Cocky Player, an all-new standalone sports romance from Stacey Lynn is now live! Like most guys I have a type— she wasn’t mine. Not at all. The angelic beauty on the dance floor has innocence written all over her. But I can’t stay away. And when she runs from me, leaving me wanting more, I can’t get her out of my head. Turns out finding her won’t be too hard. My mystery virgin is the new marketing assistant for the Rough Riders Football team. And the owner’s daughter. She wants to lose her virginity and she’s come to me for one thing, and one thing only. I’ll gladly help her out, but we have to be careful no one discovers us. The last thing I need is for my boss to find out I’ve been teaching his baby girl all my dirtiest plays. But I didn’t get to be MVP by playing by the rules. Download your copy today! Amazon: http://mybook.to/cockyplayerApple Books: https://apple.co/2YMZhJWNook: http://bit.ly/30eGLqc Kobo: http://bit.ly/2lXGmt7 Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/31LZSZ7 About the Author When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write. She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library. Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.
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If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. That saying is as old as the hills in Tennessee, where I used to live. And it’s definitely true. I’m a bad luck magnet, at least when it comes to men. Moving to Stone Lake was supposed to be a fresh start. Here, I was going to build a life I could be proud of. Finally put down roots and live quietly. Be safe and happy. It didn’t quite work out that way, but I’m stubborn and I’m not about to give up. Ben Kingston was the first man to handle me with care. He gave me a glimpse of something I desperately wanted. And then, tore it away from me with the carelessness of one whispered word. I don’t need a man to complete me. In fact, I’ve had enough of them. I’m okay with being single the rest of my life. I’ll be just fine with my handy friend B.O.B. Except Ben keeps coming around, tempting me and a girl can only take so much. Ben’s out to prove I can trust him. I don’t trust any man, not anymore. But my resolve weakens when he touches me, slides his hand down and proves buying stock in batteries might not be a good life plan. Welcome back to the world of Stone Lake. Junie and Ben have a bumpy start for sure, but when trouble comes knocking on Junie’s door, will she let Sheriff Kingston prove he won’t let her down again? Complete Standalone Romance “That was a mistake,” I tell him. “I’m just not ready to have a man in my life,” I sternly express to him, and I have to wonder if he can hear the panic edged at the back of my voice. “You’re a woman who screams sex, Junie. Do you really think you can go through life without enjoying that in your life?” “I scream sex?” I repeat, feeling like I just swallowed my tongue. “Oh, yeah, more than anyone I have ever met.” “You’re wrong,” I deny. “It’s been a year, Junie, but I haven’t forgotten a moment of our time together.” “That was a lifetime ago. I’m a different person now. I have a new life plan.” “A life plan?” “Yeah. I just decided on it tonight,” I tell him and that’s not a lie. I decided on it right this minute, and I’m going to stick to it. “What is this life plan, Junie?” he asks, and his dark eyes hold a humor in them that I shouldn’t like, but I do—even if they are freaking me out. “I’m buying stock in batteries.” “Batteries?” “Definitely. The only man I can handle in my life is Bob.” “Bob.” For a minute he looks confused and then he starts laughing. His laughter warms me, chasing away the last remnants of the fear I felt earlier. “Oh, Junie. You’re in trouble now.” “I am?” “Definitely,” he says, but he gets up and starts walking to the door. I follow him like I’m in a trance. “Why am I in trouble, Sheriff?” “Because I always did like a challenge, and now, I’m going to feel compelled to remind you that your vibrator can’t compare to what I can do to your body.” He opens the door and casts me one last glance. “Make sure you lock this door, Baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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There are moments in life when a good thing comes along at the wrong time. Juniper Sellers definitely fits that description. I’m not ready for her, but damn do I want her. She’s a beautiful bird with a broken wing and that spells nothing but trouble. I’m not strong enough to walk away. I should, because I’m as broken as her. She’s fire and sass. I’m a moth drawn to her flame. It’s a toss up which one of us will get burned first. This novella is a prequel story to Before We Fall. No prior books needs to be read to understand this story. A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email. Today we have the release day blitz of FASCINATION by Ainsley St. Claire! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: FascinationAuthor: Ainsley St. ClaireGenre: Contemporary Romance
About Fascination:It started when my boyfriend was caught in public with a girls lips on his you know what.
People think my life is easy - they couldn't be more wrong.
A girl can never be too thin, too rich, or too famous. From experience I know that's crap. Well, maybe not the thin part. Men don’t see me – they see my name and my bank balance. Dating is near impossible with the paparazzi following my everywhere. Any sane man would run from that. When a competitor steals my company's entire fall line, down to names and packaging, I daydream of tropical islands far away from the mess of my life. He brings me back. There was one man who saw the real me. A man who wasn't swayed by the money and was strong enough to deal with the craziness that surrounded me. But we'd been friends to long to move beyond that. But can I control myself? I have feelings for him but our timing has always been off. **Fascination is is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It’s the ninth and final book in the Billionaire Venture Capitalist series. You can read it on its own, everything you need to know is explained, but once you get a taste you'll want to binge the rest ;}**
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Forbidden Love (Venture Capitalist Book 1)
Promise (Venture Capitalist Book 2)
Desire (Venture Capitalist Book 3)
Temptation (Venture Capitalist Book 4)
Obsession (Venture Capitalist Book 5)
Flawless (Venture Capitalist Book 6)
Longing (Venture Capitalist Book 7)
Enchanted (Venture Capitalist Book 8)
Exclusive Excerpt:“Where are you going? My house is in the other direction. I live in the city, not over the Bay Bridge in the East Bay.” I try the door handle, but it doesn’t work. I push my shoulder into the door, hoping it’s only stuck. I push harder, putting my whole weight into the door. It doesn’t budge. “I know where you live,” he sneers. “We’re going for a ride.” “What are you talking about? Take me back! Stop the car! Let me out!” He ignores me and doesn’t respond. When my panic levels out to an even terror, I begin to think clearly. The app documented my ride. My friends and family will look for me. I stare down at my phone. I can call 911. I dial. Nothing. I look to see how many bars are on my phone, and instead it reads “No Service.” My heart races faster than it ever has. I see the driver hold up a contraption that looks almost like a garage door opener. “This is called a cell phone jammer. No cell service for you.” My blood turns cold. I try the door again. I finally realize the child safety locks are engaged. I don’t know what to do. Holy crap. What did I get into? I verified everything when he drove up. What has set this guy off? I look frantically around me. People are busily going about their day, heading home for the evening, driving over the Bay Bridge and heading east away from San Francisco. No one looks at other drivers, too busy concentrating on the narrow lanes of the bridge and five lanes of traffic. My pulse quickens, and I begin to sweat. I’m breathing too quick and start to hyperventilate. My mind is racing. I think of Mason. I know he’ll turn over hell to find me. I think of my brother and desperately wish that my twin telepathy actually worked for once. I think of my three best friends. Emerson. I’ve known her since our freshman year at Stanford. She was so busy with the golf team and her classes that she hardly paid attention to my drama, but she quickly became a steadfast friend. Hadlee grew up next door, and when her mother died, her dad left her to be cared for by nannies as he searched through three more wives looking for a replacement. She essentially moved into my room. Greer’s mother is sick. Her father plied Greer with money so she’d stay and take care of her mother while he started a new family. Now she has a wonderful husband, and I’m sure she’ll be pregnant any minute. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop this. Even though we’re going over the bridge in heavy traffic, moving well below the speed limit, if I could open the door, what use would it be? We’re going too fast and the traffic is moving too quickly for me to get out. An evil, maniacal laugh comes from him. “Face it, you’re mine!” I sit back in my seat, knowing I need to think, not dwell. I close my eyes and hear the rhythm of the bridge. Bu-bump, bu-bump. I take a big breath and hold it for a count of three, then purse my lips and blow out. I do that again and again as we pass over the bridge. We head north on 80 toward Sacramento. The traffic begins to thin, and his speed increases. I need to get him talking. I need him to see me as a real person, not someone the newspapers and gossip columns have made up. “What did I ever do to you?” “You have no idea,” he growls. “I know who you are and where you work. I know all about you and your little group of friends at SHN.” Holy shit, this guy is a stalker. How did he manage to get my ride? How is it even possible? He exits the freeway and takes a four-lane road through the Contra Costa mountain range. I’m trying to keep talking while I pay attention to every turn we make. “I know all about them. Dillon thinks he’s so smart. He’s not. Cameron thinks he’s so great with computers. He’s not. Mason never liked me; he always thought he was smarter than me and that he had better business acumen. Well, I showed them.” We transition to the 680 and begin heading south on the other side of the mountains in the hot central valley. It’s almost like we’re doing a circle. Maybe he’s going to rant and rave for a while and then drop me at home. I decide to keep him talking. “How do you know Dillon, Cameron, and Mason?” “I’ve known them since we went to school together.” “When did they go to school together?” Duh. They all met at Stanford. He glosses right over my question. “We met then, too. You were all high and mighty. Mizz Caro-line Are-no. La-tee-da with your French last name and your big trust fund. You’ve never had to work a day in your life.” I need to direct him to share more about himself and not add to his craziness by defending myself. “I don’t recall meeting you. When did we meet?” “Oh, we’ve met lots of times,” he says snidely. He doesn’t elaborate and begins to mutter a little bit to himself. I try to listen to what he’s saying, but I can’t make it out. I don’t think he’s drunk, just mad. Mad as a hornet. “You guys and your little clickie-club. No one is ever good enough for you. You snub anyone who tries to break into your little group. Oh, I know all about you.” I stare at the side of his face. He doesn’t look familiar. We slow as we enter some of the larger towns on the other side of the Contra Costa mountain range. I keep watching my phone, waiting to see if I get any bars. Nothing. It’s dark now, and all I can see are headlights of the oncoming cars. It’s getting stuffy in the car. “Can we crack the window?” “No.” I begin to do my breathing exercises as we approach San Jose. I look in my bag for the water bottle I always keep there and my keys fall out. I push them out of the way as I search and then notice the safety hammer attached to my keyring. Of course! The hammer is made to break a window! We have to get off the freeway at some point. He’ll need gas eventually. I can wait. My anxiety begins to ebb. Suddenly he explodes. “Dillon is a giant pussy. He’s all about any slut who waves her snatch in front of him and then forgets everyone else around him. He goes wherever a pussy leads him.” I might as well engage him. “I don’t know if you know this, but he’s happily married and has a little boy.”
About Ainsley St. Claire:Ainsley St Claire is a Romantic Suspense Author and Adventurer on a lifelong mission to craft sultry storylines and steamy love scenes that captivate her readers. To date, she is best known for her series Venture Capitalists. An avid reader since the age of four, Ainsley’s love of books knew no genre. After reading, came her love of writing, fully immersing herself in the colorful, impassioned world of contemporary romance. Ainsley’s passion immediately shifted to a vocation when during a night of terrible insomnia, her first book came to her. Ultimately, this is what inspired her to take that next big step. The moment she wrote her first story, the rest was history. Currently, Ainsley is in the midst of writing a nine-book series called “Venture Capitalist.” When she isn’t being a bookworm or typing away her next story on her computer, Ainsley enjoys spending quality family time with her loved ones. She is happily married to her amazing soulmate and is a proud mother of two rambunctious boys. She is also a scotch aficionada and lover of good food (especially melt-in-your-mouth, velvety chocolate). Outside of books, family, and food, Ainsley is a professional sports spectator and an equally as terrible golfer and tennis player.
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Enter Ainsley’s Giveaway:Wild Card (Advantage Play - Book 1) Release Date: September 23, 2019 Cover Design: Sly Fox SynopsisRule #1: Keep your head down and your eyes up. It makes you invisible. But not stupid. Ace, a young cardshark, has worked her entire life to achieve one goal. Bring Burlone Allegretti to his knees. As the the head of a mafia family who dabbles in human trafficking, he’s far from innocent, and Ace can't wait to exact her revenge. As her plan is set in motion, the alluring head of a rival family, Kingston Romano, approaches her with a proposition. One that she’s desperate enough to accept. Soon, she finds herself in the crosshairs of a war she isn’t prepared to fight. With a target on her back, and intimate feelings she refuses to acknowledge, she'll have to decide if she's all in, or if she'll be taken for all she's worth. GoodreadsWild Card (Advantage Play - Book 1)Purchase link: https://books2read.com/u/mVrwKP
Dark King (Advantage Play - Book 2)
Release Date: October 7, 2019
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Synopsis
Rule #5: Don’t allow distractions. They’ll only break you.
In the blink of an eye, Kingston Romano’s entire world has fallen apart. His sister is in the hands of a rival mafia family, and his only hope of getting her back is by making a wager that includes the mysterious Acely Mezzerich.
Unfortunately for King, his feelings for Ace only escalate the longer he’s around her, muddling his conscience as well as his arrangement with the enemy. And if has any hope of saving his sister and keeping Ace, he needs to execute it perfectly.
As the pieces start to fall, he’ll have to learn who he can trust and who needs to be eliminated before it’s too late.
About the AuthorKelsie is a sucker for a love story with all the feels and enjoys a solid chick flick, too. When she's not chasing words for her next book, you will probably find her reading or, more likely, playing with her three small children who love to drive her crazy. She adores chocolate, photography, and baking. And now that she's actively pursuing her writing dreams, she's set her sights on someday finding the self-discipline to not eat an entire batch of cookies in one sitting. Connect with KelsieNewsletter: http://bit.ly/ Facebook Author Page: http://bit.ly/2YuNe3I Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2Yzxooy Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/33lf555 Twitter: http://bit.ly/2YXpkta Instagram: http://bit.ly/ Amazon Author Page: https://amzn.to/2YzvxjD BookBub Author Page: http://bit.ly/33k0A1w
Title: Tempted
Series: The Dark Necessities - Dalton's Tale #1
Author: Felicity Brandon
Genre: Contemporary Dark Romance
Release Date: September 18, 2019
She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.
There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?
Dalton unlocked the door to his room and flicked the switch in the entranceway. Sleek, modern lighting illuminated the large space he occupied and he took a step backwards, permitting Delilah to enter. She’d seemed incredibly nervous since the elevator, her emotions pinballing from sex siren to afraid little kitten in a matter of moments. On the one hand, it troubled him. Something was wrong with Delilah—every instinct he had told Dalton that. He sensed she was in some sort of trouble and this Jacob was the architect of it, but still, he couldn’t shake the other feeling he had that Delilah was being duplicitous. She may well be a victim of some sort, but she could also be trying to garner information about him, or his friends. So far, she’d been reticent to answer any questions about herself, and the ones she had responded to were evidently a crock of shit, but as he gazed down at her, Dalton still couldn’t decide why.
What did she really want?
Who was she working for?
Who was Delilah protecting?
“Nice place you have here.”
Dalton turned at the sound of her voice to find Delilah at the huge panoramic window. “This view is truly something. I’ve never seen the city from this high up before.”
Dalton locked the door before he wandered over to where she was standing. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
His arms snaked around her middle. “But it pales into insignificance when you’re in the room, Delilah.”
She snorted, twisting in his arms to face him. “Oh come on,” she said with a laugh. “You’re not expecting me to fall for that old line, are you?”
Dalton’s lips curled at her answer. There she went again, flitting from one emotional state to the next faster than he could take a breath. Being with Delilah was like experiencing whiplash. “Actually, I meant what I said,” he assured her. “You’ll find I rarely say things I don’t mean.”
Delilah bit her lip at that, as if considering his words, perhaps registering the accusation he was making about her honesty, though she never vocalized the understanding. “I see.”
He cocked his eyebrow at her, revelling in the way she physically squirmed at the sight. “Still want me to fuck you, little firecracker?”
In a way, Dalton didn’t know why he asked. She’d already told him how excited she was at the prospect, and hell, she’d travelled all the way up here to his room, but still, there was going to be something mesmerizing about hearing the admission from her pouty little lips, right here, with London as the backdrop.
Delilah’s chest rose and fell, her breathing increasing becoming laboured. “You know I do.”
The look of her was scintillating.
“I want to hear you say it.” Dalton’s hand rose to her hair, fisting the beautiful auburn bob that had first caught his attention in the line at Diablo. “Tell me what you want. Tell me if you need my ropes again. Did you dream about them last night? Have you been craving the sting of my palm?”
His voice was ardent all of a sudden, a frenzy of desire stirring in him as she writhed under his palm. Delilah gasped, her lips parting as though she was going to speak, though no words came. In her mind though, Dalton was privy to all those private thoughts. The things she couldn’t say. The ones she was too afraid to admit.
Oh God… Oh my God, he’s right! How can he be right? How can he know what stuff?
“Dalton.”
His fingers tightened in her silky locks. “Sir.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Dalton glowered down at her. “Don’t be a fool, little firecracker. Of course you do. You always do. Where’s that smart mouth now? The one that always has an answer for me? The one that can’t help itself?”
Delilah’s lashes fluttered at him.
Bloody hell, I’ve never seen him like this. I’ve never seen any man like this…
“I want you, sir,” she rasped. “You know I do.”
That was a start. “And the rest?” Dalton’s voice was demanding.
“I don’t know,” she repeated in a desperate tone. “And that’s the truth, sir.”
“You know how you felt yesterday.” He edged closer toward her wide eyes. “You know how the ropes and the spanking made you feel.”
Delilah gulped at his proximity, but she steeled herself. He actually saw the moment she began to push back. “Yeah, I know.”
“Tell me.” Dalton was only a few inches from her now. Close enough to swoop and steal a kiss if he wanted to.
“They made me wet.” Fire burned in her pale gaze at the admission. “Is that what you want to hear? I was wetter than I’ve been for years, sir, and it was all due to you.”
Dalton’s cock strained against his suit pants at her words.
Fuck, yes. That was precisely what he wanted to hear.
“You want more of that?” He tilted his head and leaned in to skim his mouth over hers.
Delilah groaned as their lips grazed, rolling her hips toward him in what seemed like a primal reflex.
“You want more of my bondage, Delilah?”
“Yes.”
Dalton drew away, but still the full intensity of his stare seared into her. “Say it.”
“I want it.” She practically spat the words at him. “I want your bondage, sir.”
His eyes widened at the abrupt confession. “And my palm?” he continued, seizing whatever advantage the privacy of his own room had afforded him. “Shall I spank you again?”
Delilah jerked her head away from his hand, but Dalton’s fingers gripped harder, holding her in place.
“Answer me!”
“Yes!” she cried out, emotion flashing in her eyes, though Dalton wasn’t sure if it was passion or anger that radiated with the fiercest influence.
Dalton could sympathize. He’d rarely been affected by the force of intensity that was coursing around his body, and it had never been inspired by a woman before. He had no idea what it was about Delilah, but there was something.
There had always been something. Right from that first petulant word through to this moment. He’d never been able to get her out of his thoughts.
Dalton had always sensed it.
“Yes what?” he only whispered the words, but the way Delilah’s eyes blinked suggested she heard the power in the command.
Leaning toward him, Delilah grazed her lips against his chin. Dalton’s fingers relaxed in her hair, permitting the movement. Her caresses were so good, the heat of her breath tantalizing him.
“Yes, sir.”
He tipped his head down toward his chest, catching the salacious look in her eyes, and that was it. Dalton couldn’t wait a moment later to possess her. Pushing her backward, they descended onto his expensive couch by the window. Dalton caught Delilah in his arms before she fell, but oddly there seemed no panic in her as they hit the soft cushions. Her attention was entirely on him, her arms locked behind his neck as he pressed forward until their mouths touched. Delilah’s knees splayed around him, her heels wrapping around his back while his tongue explored her hot, wet mouth. Delilah moaned, eliciting a new surge of arousal from his desperate cock which was already frantic at the recent escalation of their passion.
Dalton drew away from her, catching his breath while he gazed down at the firecracker beneath him. Delilah was as sexy as hell—smoking hot—but he had a feeling if he wasn’t careful, he’d be the one getting burned.
Arousal soared through his body as he lined up the crop for the next strike. Raising the implement, he landed a further two spanks to her reddening cheeks. Dalton’s hunch that Delilah might be receptive to the implement had been proven correct, but in his wildest dreams, he could never have foreseen this. She wasn’t just welcoming, she was wild. In all his years, Dalton had rarely seen a woman so turned on by the crop. Or maybe it wasn’t just the crop? Perhaps his little firecracker liked the pain, or the bondage, or her inability to take control like she usually did? He couldn’t be sure which factor inspired the greatest arousal, and yet the look of her plump, drenched lips told him it didn’t truly matter. Against all odds, Delilah was absolutely revelling in the treatment, and that was what counted.
“Oh, twenty-one and two! Sir.”
Dalton grinned. He hadn’t even had to prompt Delilah to respond this time. “Very good, firecracker,” he purred, swatting the other cheek twice. “You’re doing well at this.”
Delilah groaned, pushing her tempting cunt back as though she was searching for the next strike. “Thank you, sir. That was twenty-three and four.”
His heart raced at Delilah’s wanton display. She had always seemed like a sexual woman, but seeing her this way was sending Dalton into a hedonistic spin of his own. He desired Delilah more than he cared to admit—more than was logical. And as he gazed down at her panting form, the idea of just keeping her for himself seemed all too plausible.
But, Dalton couldn’t do that.
He didn’t just take women—that wasn’t him.
Abduction was so much more Connor’s style, and yet as he struck Delilah’s prone backside once more, nothing had ever seemed so alluring to Dalton before. He could do it. He could just keep her tied up and horny for him. Who cared about Delilah’s true motivations for coming to Diablo that night? Who cared if none of it made sense? And as she numbered the strike for him, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility.
Maybe it was Dalton’s time to live a little?
His turn to do something irrational.
His chance to fall in love.
The notion filled his head, and he smiled as he continued to rain the crop down against Delilah’s breathtaking arse. Her thoughts were quiet now, no longer speaking of the pain, but consumed only with the burgeoning desire coursing through her veins, and Dalton agreed wholeheartedly. He landed strike after strike, pausing only to allow Delilah to name the swat, until, finally, there was only one more remaining.
“How many more, Delle?” There was really no need to demand the answer from her delightful lips, especially as she had only just informed him that the prior strike was number thirty-nine, yet still he asked, unable to contain the craving he felt to hear Delilah’s raspy little tone again.
“One more, sir,” she breathed and glancing over her shoulder at him, Delilah flashed him a wicked smile. “Thank you.”
Their gazes locked for a second before he landed the final strike. Dalton saw the hurt flicker through her eyes, but it was over almost before it started, her thoughts confirming what her body so ably demonstrated. She fucking loved the pain.
Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author. She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission. You'll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.
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