Title: Come to Daddy
Series: Love Don't Cost a Thing #1
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rules for the New Sugar Baby 1. Are you worth it? Hell yes you are, ten times over
2. Hustle big, hustle hard and get out fast
3. Never, ever fall for your sugar daddy
I’ve always believed “I’m not that sort of girl,” but with my father’s debt to a bloodthirsty crime lord to pay off I have no choice but to dip into the sugar bowl.
Misha, a handsome older billionaire, is willing to pay top price for me. Something about my daddy doesn’t add up but with a debt to pay I don’t have the luxury of being picky. I’m the luxury in his life, his fantasy to fulfil, and I’m going to play my part to the fullest.
My name is Ciara, and when daddy calls, I come.
** Book one of the LOVE DON'T COST A THING series
“Ciara?” I reach down to help her off the floor. A moment later I feel her fingers tugging at my belt.
Oh. Oh. That’s what she was asking about earlier when she blushed and just now when she trailed off. She wanted to know about sex. I’m such a fucking idiot sometimes. I never said anything and now she thinks she has to do this. I grasp her forearms and lean forward. “Ciara. It’s all right. You don’t need to do that.” Her mouth is very close to mine and she licks her lips. In the soft lights of the car they look plump and deep pink and my gaze becomes locked on them. She’s so fucking beautiful. I’ve thought about touching her ever since she sent me those pictures. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, in fact. But they were abstract thoughts about sex that were never going to come to fruition. That could never come to fruition, because I’m not who she thinks I am. Now she’s offering to give me exactly what I want and my brain is presenting me with reason after reason why I should have sex with her. It’s what she expects. Sex is implicit in our arrangement. It’s what she thinks I’m paying her for. She might get suspicious of my motives if I don’t take her to bed. I really, really want to taste her. “Would you like me to? Be honest,” she whispers. My hesitation tells her all she needs to know. Her fingers continue unthreading my belt. It clinks softly and loosens and I feel myself grow hard in anticipation of her touch. My hands caress her shoulders and her blonde curls glide against my knuckles. So soft. I push my fingers into her hair, caressing the back of her head, and she feels like heaven. Ciara’s hand rubs me over my trousers and even that gentle touch makes me groan. She outlines my length with her forefinger and then traces the swollen head of my cock. I watch her, my breathing shallow, as she undoes the button and then slowly eases the zipper down. Her hand dives inside my underwear and pulls my cock out, hot and swollen in her cool fingers. A conceited part of me can’t help but admire how thick and long I look in her hands. She licks her lips and I instinctively grasp the nape of her neck. Yes. Suck me. My gaze is locked on her face as her pink tongue slides across the broad head of my cock. Her hand caresses my length and she licks me again, wetting me thoroughly before taking me into her mouth. I feel the drag of her lips and then the lave of her tongue, and I groan and lay back against the leather seat. “Jezus Christus, how did you learn to do this?” Ciara draws her tongue along my length with delicious slowness. “I’m a whore, remember?” Anger rolls through me even as she slides me to the back of her throat. Has she been seeing other men? Aren’t I giving her enough money? She’s not a whore, not even when I’m paying her for this. I catch hold of her hair tightly and force her gaze up to mine. “Listen to me. You don’t see any other men but me.” She nods quickly, her mouth still full of me. “I’m your daddy. Are we clear?” She nods again and I let her go, sinking back to enjoy what she’s doing. “Fucking good,” I growl, as she continues to work my cock. She’s heaven with that mouth. I look at the blush in her cheek, the way her lips slowly suck me, her eyes closed. From the way her tongue is caressing me I would almost think she was enjoying this. Her hands slide up and over my belly and she makes a little noise in the back of her throat. Maybe she is. Maybe she likes blowing me. I reach down between her legs and grasp her silken thigh. She catches my wrist and draws her mouth away from my cock. “Don’t,” she says in a broken whisper. As if she’s ashamed of something. But I need to know. Suddenly it’s the most important thing about this. Not the money. Not my fucking brother. Not me pretending to be something I’m not. Her. She’s the most important thing. And I need to know if she’s wet. “Baby. Let me feel.”
There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
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Title: Racing Christmas
Author: J.L. Baldwin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2018
Racing and family.
Speeding around on the track has always fueled his insatiable adrenaline appetite. A devastating loss has left Vincent without the Christmas spirit. Now, with history threatening to repeat itself, his focus has been turned to fixing his father’s old race car so he can have the strength he needs get back on the track where he belongs.
That is, until Maybelle Tomlinson comes racing into his life, stopping him in his tracks.
Growing up as the typical sweet, southern belle, Maybelle is the epitome of what Christmas is all about. She loves everything about the holiday. From the tree, to the lights, and everything in between.Tennessee Christmases were always spent in a place she absolutely loves...her family’s bakery, with her mother’s signature creations.
When an impromptu holiday vacation throws Maybelle directly into the path of Vincent, she finds out he isn't as amazing as she once thought. He’s rude, arrogant, and downright insensitive, but makes Maybelle’s heart race faster than any car would. Digging deep to find the man she once imagined is not going to be easy, but it’s a challenge Maybelle is up for.
It’s the adrenaline rush of a lifetime, but crossing the finish line isn’t always going to result in a happy ending.
“I like the sound of your laugh,” he says, his eyes sparkling.
I blush. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. I should make you laugh more,” he tells me. Vincent seems like he wants to say more. “So do you know why my feelings toward Christmas are the way they are?” I nod. “Yes, Ariel told me, since Rig told her, so it made it easier to understand. I don’t like it, but I understand.” Vincent scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion. “Why does it matter so much to you? It’s just a holiday.” “It isn’t just a holiday. It’s magic. That feeling you get when you wake up on Christmas morning to see the tree all lit up, and presents beneath the tree, and the stockings hung by the chimney with care, and…” Vincent scoffs. “Let me guess. They hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there? I’ve heard this same song and dance before. It is not a happy time for me. Sorry to disappoint you.” Now I’m getting angry. He’s just going to brush it off. “You can’t hate Christmas forever!” “I disagree since it has caused me nothing but pain in the past, and unfortunately, the present.” This is getting me nowhere. “Care to be up to a challenge?” He raises an eyebrow. “A challenge? Sweetheart, I’m Vincent Henderson. I never back down from a challenge. It’s in my DNA.” “Good, then we’ll go to the mall. And if you don’t love everything in the mall that has to do with Christmas, I’ll back off, and secretly love the holiday from afar. But, if you love it, I get the satisfaction of being right and bestowing the love of Christmas back into you. Deal?” I extend my hand out to shake his hand. Vincent seems unsure, but grins wide and grabs my hand. Instead of shaking it, he pulls me forward until I’m flush against his hard body. I inhale when his lips gently brush against mine. My breath hitches at the soft caress. His hand comes up and brushes softly against my cheek before closing his mouth over mine, stealing my breath in a kiss. Just as I go to deepen the kiss, he breaks the kiss and teasingly smiles. “You’ve got yourself a deal, firecracker.
Growing up, J.L. Baldwin has always had a love of fairy tales and happily ever afters. Now, she loves her fairy tales grittier, darker, and sexier, while keeping that happily ever after ending. She has always dreamed of becoming an author and that dream finally became reality when she debuted her first book in December of 2015. In her free time when she isn't writing, she can be found with a book in her hand, obsessing over Disney, thinking about a sunny beach somewhere, all while still thinking about the stories that have yet to be written. J.L. is known for writing sexy, enticing romance with delicious, devious twists that are sure to entrance you for years and years to come.
Title: The Wrong Side of Us
Series: The Right Kind of Wrong #2
Author: L.B. Reyes
Genre: Romance
Release Date: December 18, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Designs
I can’t get her out of my head.
I tried to forget about her. I tried to move on. But the longer we’re apart the more I realize forgetting Evelyn is just not an option for me.
What we shared—the passion, the connection—it still burns inside my soul, and no amount of time or distance can extinguish that. I want her back. I want her by my side, and I don’t give a shit about the risks or consequences.
L.B. Reyes, lover of all things romance and professional procrastinator, was born and raised somewhere in the large state of Texas. She spends most of her time listening to music that bring her characters to life, or dancing to it when she needs to destress. When she's not writing, she's thinking about how to torture her characters or give them the happy ending they deserve. A mother, student and now author, L.B. Reyes is always busy, but makes sure to make time for her family. She is a firm believer that all obstacles may be overcome and so she spends her days encouraging others to follow their dreams, no matter how far away they seem.
Title: Blood and Chaos
Series: Chaos #2
Author: S.M. Soto
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Release Date: January 21, 2019
Blurb
She was the puppet.
He pulled the strings.
Now the death toll is rising, what could this mean?
It was all a game. Of feelings. Of pain.
Death is just an illusion, or so they say.
She was just a pawn on a piece of his demented board. But thereâs only one question left to settle the scoreâ¦Can dead people really stay dead?
We thought the games were over...but theyâve only just begun.
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S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life).
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Re-Release: December 19, 2018 Cover Design: Kristie @ Vanilla Lily SynopsisWe’ve been best friends since we were five.
But nothing’s as simple as it seems.
Relationships change and so do people.
Especially now.
When innuendos and hints aren't enough, it’s time to confess.
I’m in love with my best friend.
…And I think I’m too late.
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Bestselling author, Stephie Walls is a lover of words--the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, and Magoo (in no preferential order). She would thrive on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it's not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she's one happy girl. Connect with Stephie
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Release Date: January 16, 2019 Cover Design: Concierge Literary Designs & Photography Synopsis
The truth isn’t something Fury can provide. Secrecy isn’t something Rumor can tolerate.Decisions of the past have a way of haunting the future, at least they do for Fury. Forced to abandon his life from before and start over in Panama City Beach, he accepts his new life after meeting a stranger on a motorcycle during an unexpected street brawl. Things settled down for him and his new brotherhood in the Chosen Legion MC, that is, until he met that sexy, blonde first baseman, Rumor, and the rest of the Regulators. He wasn’t allowed to love again. He couldn’t divulge his secret. He couldn’t put her or his past in danger. He is shackled by the truth. Rumor was bad at love. She lost her high school sweetheart in a tragic accident. She fell for his best friend and saw a future with him, that is, until he vanished without a note or a hint at where he was. Convinced she was cursed, she guarded her heart and stayed away from men. Then there was Fury and with Fury, there was hope. Until he reappeared. Fury needs Rumor. Rumor needs the truth. But the truth can’t set Fury free.
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What had I done? Memories of his kiss, the way his lips crashed onto mine and how he completely owned me in that moment, rushed back to me. Once again, there were those unwelcome feelings of desire. I was connected to him now, and no matter how I tried to think I wasn’t, I was. I didn’t have it in me to sleep with someone and not have any sort of relationship with them. I was simply not wired that way. I couldn’t burden him with the drama that was my life, nor did I want the drama in his that he wouldn’t talk about. There were two ways the rest of my time in Panama City Beach could go. I could suck it up and be like the vast majority of women that are capable of casual, no strings sex, or I could ignore him and act like none of this happened. That our tryst on the deck was a really awesome dream. Tomorrow was as good of a day as any to figure that out. For now, however, my inner siren was basking in the glory of her escapade on the deck. Thoughts of Creed and Crosby passed through my mind as I started trying to piece together my whole debacle. Crosby, I had somewhat come to terms with. I knew I couldn’t change it. Creed on the other hand, still bothered me. As much as I didn’t want finality, I needed it. I had accepted that it wasn’t healthy to live the way I’ve been living. I didn’t want to accept that things were really, finally, over. Not when there was zero proof of him being permanently gone. Now there is Fury and whatever we are. I am caught between wanting to want him and wanting to not ever talk to him again, for his own sake. As thoughts of everything swirled around in my head, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said with hints of surprise in my voice. Who in the hell was knocking on my door? I listened for the doorknob to turn and silence. "Fury?" Nothing. "Well, fine. Have it your way. I'm not begging you to come in here. Remember, you’re the one that knocked on my door." "Uhhh. Rumor, I'm drunk. Really, really drunk. But even I can see there is something up with you and Fury. You should remeid… remedial…rem… you should fix it," slurred a sloshed Magnum. "Look, Mag. I appreciate you looking out for me, but there is nothing going on between us. If there was, would we be in separate rooms? And why are you knocking on my door?" "Uhh, yeah. It's called de-ni-al. You both are swimming in it. See what I did there? De-ni-al. The Nile?" he said proudly. "We all see the looks and feel the tension. I am trying to play matchmaker. I call it. Right here, right now. You two will be together at some point. I see that even through these beer goggles." "You're drunk, Mag. Go to bed." Oh Magnum! How is it that the drunkest one here has the clearest vision? Shit, did he see us? "Is this asshole bothering you?" Fury rumbled as he made his way past my door. "He’s just trying to be helpful. No worries." I lied. Fury cut his eyes at me and tried to read what was going on in my head. The way he stared and concentrated on my face gave that away. I knew the look, because it was the one I dished back to him. Our eyes locked, and briefly, it felt like things had settled down between us. Just as quickly as it happened, it was over. "See? That right there. I see it. You two knockin' boots? You're acting weird and shit. I'm hungry. We got any food?" Mag changed the subject and then laid down on my bed and fell fast asleep. Fury glared at Magnum, but didn’t say anything about it, he just turned to leave. He stopped before he got to the door and asked, "You sure he is okay here?" "I think he is pretty harmless seeing as he has plopped down on the foot of my bed passed out. Clearly he wasn’t too hungry. Poor guy, drunk munchies are awful." "Look, Rumor, do you want to talk, or does all this weirdness just have to run its course? I don’t know what is going on, and I damn sure don’t know how to deal with it." "This is the first time I have ever done anything like that, so I haven't a clue how things are supposed to go. I’d say that we need to figure out what it is that we want from each other in the time we have left. I will only be here a couple more days, then it’s back to Rudy. What I do know, is that no matter how much I say I can just let things be and not have any strings, I just don’t know if it is possible. Sex is supposed to mean something right?" "Not always. Does it tonight?" "I don’t know. That’s the thing. I don’t want it to, but if it don’t then I'm a huge slut, and I don’t want it to be weirder than normal between us. This can’t be helping that any. Did it mean anything to you?" "I'm not sure I have an answer to that. I will say you aren’t the same as the others. You don’t repulse me and I’d never call you just for a booty call. I can say that there is no love there, so take that answer for what it is." "Truth. I can handle that." An awkward silence passed through the air before he said, "Since there is a passed out idiot on your bed, you can sleep in my room.” Available Now
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I live in a small town in rural Arkansas, where the wildlife runs through my yard. I was lucky enough to find my soulmate at a very young age. At fifteen years old, a tall boy with blue eyes stole my heart. Now I call him my husband and we have two beautiful children. I am a nurse and a cosmetologist by trade. I live by a simple motto. Don't Look Back. Life is short, time isn't guaranteed, and tomorrow might not come so buy the shoes and eat the cake. You're worth it. Connect with Harlow
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I originally joined the Navy as an escape, to become more than a country farm boy. Being a Navy SEAL turned me into a man, but one without a life outside the military. I thought that was all I needed. Until everyone around began to find their Happily Ever Afters’. I realized my life was missing love, something I've been longing for. All it took was one simple letter from home to remind me that everything I ever needed was right there waiting for me.
Becca
Losing the love of your life before he was able to meet his child was the hardest thing I’d ever gone through. I tried to move on with my life, and find a new sense of normalcy with my daughter and myself. One simple holiday act of kindness has set my carefully choreographed life into a tailspin. I could never have guessed writing a simple letter to a deployed sailor would bring us to a place we can finally call ‘Home’ again.
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Raised in California, I’m a crunchy mom, save the whales and the rain forests, hippy. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it's late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I'm probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids. Want to know more about Andi Jaxon? Follow her on social media or subscribe to her mailing list to receive the latest information on new releases, sales, and more!
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/andijaxon BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/andi-jaxon Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/andijaxon Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/andijaxonauthor Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Andisjunkies/ Instagram:http://www.instagram.com/andijaxon Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/authorandijaxon Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/authorandijaxon Website: http://www.andijaxon.com About AJ AlexanderAJ Alexander is a wannabe psychologist, writer, and author of the recently completed, SEAL’ed Series. AJ’s passion is writing angst filled happily ever afters that have to be earned by her characters. Women with no backbone need not apply. AJ uses sarcasm and an unlimited supply of song lyrics to bring her romance novels to life. AJ lives in the angst capital of the world, Seattle Washington with her own personal knight in shining armour and her two beautiful girls. Amazon:http://bit.ly/AJAlexanderAmazon Bookbub:http://bit.ly/AJAlexanderBookBub Facebook:http://bit.ly/AJAlexanderFacebook Facebook Group: http://bit.ly/ Title: The Unorthodox Trilogy Boxed Set Author: Lilah E. Noir Release Date: December 15th, 2018 Smart. Mature. Sophisticated. Out of his league. She was the forbidden fruit and his heart’s desire. Young. Plucky. Ambitious. The last man you’d call a Dom. He was all she never knew she needed. After seven years of pent-up longing Thomas Jett challenges Lina Riley’s one crippling weakness. All bets are off when she surrenders to his discipline in the hope he’d set her free from her addiction. He introduces her to the deviant world of delicious torture and intense pleasure. Every time she kneels at his feet their connection grows stronger. That intense bond pushes them past their limits and threatens to destroy their sanity. Can Thomas get over his inner demons and be the man and Dom Lina craves? Will Lina learn to trust him and her own desires? Find out what will come of their unorthodox romance in this deluxe boxed set. Get the boxed set at a premium release price before it goes back up to 7.99. Purchase LinksOnly $3.99 for a LIMITED time #AmazonGiftCard #Giveaway #Contest
THE UNORTHODOX SERIES FROM 0.5 to 3Unorthodox Dom, Book o.5 of the seriesHe was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for. Thomas has reached his breaking point. Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane. He's sick of hiding. In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions. The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking. What happens when her life begins falling apart? Can Thomas put it back together with strict rules and iron discipline? Is he strong enough to save her from herself? Unorthodox Dom is 30,000 words erotic romance novella featuring hot, erotic action, a Dominant new to the lifestyle, a bratty submissive in need of a firm hand and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy but it can be read as a standalone. Bonus material - Chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy. Purchase LinksPerma-free Hot 18+“You’re so beautiful when you suffer,” I whispered, drenched the edge of the crop with her thick nectar and brought it to her nose. “If I owned you, I’d keep you tied and gagged until I decided you’d had too much.” I made the final crop hit across her chest. That earned me another agonized scream. I could watch her like this all day but I didn’t want to damage her. Using the clover clamps was already pushing the safety boundaries. I leaned forward to kiss the line between her breasts and slowly unscrewed the metal teeth around her nipples. When the tender buds were free of the cruel bite, I went to kiss her chest, lick her nipples and ease the hot pain. My fingers stroked her other breast and rubbed the sore spots, marked in red, rough lines. I sank my teeth into her nipple and got up to look at her face, enjoying the battle in those pretty eyes. Kat’s altered emotional and mental state made me insatiable. I wanted more of her internal struggle. So I decided to push the boundaries one more time. When I pulled my lips away from her aching nipple, I took one of the candles from the bedside table and tipped it. A thin line of wax started dripping down her skin. Allie chose that moment to remove the ball gag so Kat’s cries resounded through the room, desperate yet so sensual. “Please… please… it’s too much.” Her clit was pounding. I kept running the line of wax across her body and Allie resumed the vibe torture. Kat sucked in her breath and squeezed her hands so hard she probably left marks all over her palms. “Shhh...” I kissed her lips lightly. My tenderness contrasted to the pain provoked by the wax. “Relax, kitten. You’re really close and you were such a good girl. You can do it.”RomanticShe was still except for her trembling shoulders, staring at the floor, like a praying sinner and a guilty child. It broke my heart to see her that way and feel her anguish. The nausea threatened to make me dizzy but I pushed it away, walked closer to my girlfriend and started circling around her. Kat didn’t react to my presence. The only move she made was to lower her head. I could taste her fear as if it was black liquid sticking to my skin. It had been with her all along under the mask of makeup, charming smiles, and sass. She was finally stripped of her defenses. I placed a hand on her shoulder. She raised her eyes to meet mine. The sight of Kat’s face was like a stab in my chest. Her cheeks were swollen and red after hours of crying. It was easy to see her eyes were bloodshot, even under the faint light. “Thomas, I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible—” I didn’t say anything, just put a finger on her lips. Earlier, I’d decided that it was best not to spare her. The sight of her made me change my mind. She was going through her own personal hell. It was much worse than anything even the greatest sadist could do to her. What Kat needed was kindness even if she felt she deserved a thousand whips. After a few minutes of only looking at her eyes, my fingers ran down her cheek to wipe away a tear. I whispered in a soothing voice, “I’ll sit in that armchair. You’ll crawl to me on your hands and knees and put your head in my lap. Do you understand, Kat?” She nodded. I smiled reassuringly and kissed her wet, chapped lips. When I walked away from her and sat down, my confidence slowly started coming back. Kat crawled slowly back to me, like a wounded, scared kitten, sniffling, trying to look strong. She laid her head on my knee and I rested my hand on her soft hair. “Please, little one, just talk to me.”Purchase LinksPerma-free Unorthdox Therapy, Book 1 of The Unorthodox TrilogyShe was his boss at work and his submissive at all times. LINA I'd never noticed him before. He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him. I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes. Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me. THOMAS She enthralled me. Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes. She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for. I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me. I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine. WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It contains scenes of BDSM, rough language, as well as non-sexual violence. The book is part 1 of a trilogy. All the characters are over 18 years old. Please, read the Warning at the front part of the book before you decide to purchase it. Purchase LinksFREE for a LIMITED TIME (until Dec 18th) Hot 18+“It's time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.” I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin. “No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it's like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.” “This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest. He didn't say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender. The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps. Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face. I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples. “I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.” “How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas... Sir... I can't last. I need you so badly. I'm in so much pain. Please, spare me.” “So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn't easy for me either.” My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn't use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust. A week of holding back added up as well. “I'm scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table. “I know. Don't move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain. “Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I'm dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself. “You're a good girl, Lina, but don't try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.” The inky darkness behind my eyelids didn't do much to comfort my throbbing clit and nipples. Then the first drops of wax licked the skin of my back. Had I seen him taking the candlestick and tilting it to leave a trail of red drops, I'd have tensed with fear and expected the burning would be unbearable. Fire was one of those forces of nature that held both allure and terror for me. The thought of permanent scars and burning flesh were imprinted in my mind each time I stared at the tip of a flame, but the warmth and safety it exuded made me feel alive in spite of the silent horror. When he spread the hot, small drops all over my shoulders, down the sensitive spots on my spine and the curve of my ass, I tingled with how fantastic it felt. Instead of white-hot agony, my body shuddered with delight at the warmth of the dripping candle. It triggered pleasure through my entire self, like a throbbing, erotic impulse. The warmth down my sweaty, exposed skin was short enough to make me tremble with stimulation. It melted in rivulets down my back before solidifying. I tried to stay as still as possible but when strong convulsions ran through me, I moaned out loud. “Do you like it, little one?” he whispered and brushed his thumb across the back of my neck. I writhed under his touch when he kept dripping wax all over me. “You used to say candles were the worst of all romantic clichés.” “It feels amazing. I thought... Shouldn't it hurt?” My mind was split in two, as relaxed as if I were in a massage parlor, and right on the edge of insanity. His slow, comforting movements and the increasing heat of the flame were torturous, but I loved what he was doing to me. For a moment, I wished I never needed to come down from my heightened state of arousal, right at the door of agony. My flesh demanded a climax to unify all my waking sensations.Romantic“Have you always been such a rebel?” Hopefully, she wouldn't take my affectionate smile as condescending. Lina frowned and tried to pull her hand away but I wouldn't let her escape so easily. She didn't protest when I tangled my fingers with hers. “Are you trying to analyze me, Thomas? I thought this was meant to be a fun afternoon.” “I want to understand you better, Lina. I don't want you to be defensive around me or think I'm trying to humiliate you.” My voice was low, almost a whisper. It might have been a bad idea to talk about intimate matters in a public place but the moment was way too perfect. “You've always been intriguing to me, such a walking contradiction.” “How so?” “For starters, you're an introvert who has chosen the role of leader.” “What?” Lina pulled away from me, much to my regret. She raised her hands over her head and gazed at me with bewilderment and some fear. “What makes you think I'm an introvert? That is even more ridiculous than claiming I'm submissive.” Damn, for such a highly intelligent woman she suffered from some delusions about herself. “Don't take it the wrong way, Lina. I don't mean you're an anti-social freak or even shy. That’s a common misconception, just like the assumption submissive women are weak puppets.” This conversation had the potential to backfire but I wasn't going to back down. Who knew when we'd have another chance for an honest conversation? I just had to pick my words carefully. “I'm an introvert myself, not that that's a surprise. You're capable and you show an enviable confidence. You know how to inspire your employees. Your negotiation skills are remarkable and you play the part of a people person to perfection, but there comes a point when you simply need to have some time away, doesn’t there? To recharge your batteries, to get your strength back? What I'm trying to say is...” I smiled at her in reassurance. “I understand your need for a safe harbor and I often experience it myself. I admire you even more now because I know how much effort it takes.”Purchase LinksFREE for a LIMITED TIME (until Dec 18th) He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough. LINA He’s gone. His absence hurts more than any whip. Thomas saw me for who I was. Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside. Every day I struggle to rebuild my life. I miss him. His rough passion and his affection. I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on… … and then one invitation changed everything. Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation? THOMAS I had to walk away. Lina paid dearly for my mistakes. She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait. In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company. The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn't think I could ever escape... A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man. May the seduction begin. WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It's an intense love story and hot erotic romance with BDSM scenes. The book is part 2 of a trilogy and can't be read as a standalone. All the characters are over 18 years old. Please, read the Warning at the front part of the book before you decide to purchase it. Purchase Links99 cents for a LIMITED TIME at the US Amazon US / Universal Link Hot 18+She shifted in place and spun her wrists in the tight bracelets to test their sturdiness rather than to set herself free. She trembled again and her skin rose into goosebumps under the warm glow of the table candles. Another lightning strike fell and made her lurch forward in the chains in shock. I circled around the cube, moved behind her and pressed my body against hers, allowing her to feel my erection and my arms around her waist. The soft gasps of horror grew into louder sounds of pleasure when I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, fondled her breasts and squeezed her nipples. My clasp was as tender as possible when I left a line of wet kisses from her earlobe down to her collarbone. She moaned and tossed her head back when I hooked my fingers into her wet cunt, grabbed the thick foxtail and pushed it deeper inside her. Her walls were soft and coated with silky wetness, a fragrance I could never mistake, even with the aromatic wax lingering in the air. She clenched her muscles tight around me when I picked up the speed of my fingers and gyrated the plug to ease her even more. Her hands clasped into fists and she barely balanced on the swinging chains. Slick, profuse juices were gathering in my palm when I pulled out to give her pussy lips a loud slap. She let out the first real scream of pleasure for the night, parted her legs wider and raised her ass. The foxtail was brushing against the bulge in my pants while her naked body was dancing and her feminine crotch was grinding against my evasive fingers. That was the moment to tease her, never give her that deep, intimate touch. I let go of the fur I’d been clasping, spanked both her ass cheeks and let the warmth of the mild pain spread through her system. She leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bust and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples. It was just my imagination but it felt like the elements outside were playing voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking, new thunder shattered the air. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams.RomanticLina picked up a bottle of white wine from the shelf and looked back at me. “I’m not sure what you have planned but I could use a drink. You know, for relaxation. Would it be okay?” I pulled her by the hips, kissed her and rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ll make sure you’re relaxed enough without the extra lubrication. Still, it wouldn’t hurt. No more than half a glass per meal, and we’ll have coffee afterwards.” She trembled when I leaned to whisper in her ear and bite it. “You’re right about one thing, Lina. I do have plans and I want you sober, alert and dripping.” Lina rolled her eyes, pushed me away with a light grin and left the bottle in the cart. She made sure to bend over more than necessary so her dress would cling to her hips. “Same old. You love to boss me around and make me hot and bothered in public places.” I smirked at her. “Is that a complaint? We both know you love being teased into submission. Now, we’d better go if you’re done trying to pay me back with my own poison to earn a punishment later.” After a little spicy argument at the checkout, I paid the bill and we headed out into the ice-cold morning. Lina gave me the directions to her address, and five minutes later we were standing on the wooden porch with our bags. I looked around while she took the keys out of her purse. Her house was right on the coast, close enough to town. Still, the area had a sense of wildness to it. It opened onto a white sandy lot covered in marram grass, overgrown rocks with a view to the ocean. A small pathway led down to the beach itself. It must’ve been fantastic to be here in the high summer season, with nothing but blue sky and infinite ocean washing the sand below. I’d have appreciated the austere beauty of the landscape more if it hadn’t been for the vicious winds blowing our way. Waves crashed against the shore with a threatening roar. The clouds gathering on the horizon were slowly spreading across the sky. Lightning flashed for a fraction of a second and distant thunder followed it. Well, we’ll be stuck inside for a long time, I thought with a smirk. Lina opened the sliding door just in time before the first raindrops fell on the porch. “Bikini weather,” she mumbled as we brought the luggage into a sort of living and dining room combo. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” I said, carrying two of the grocery bags. “You know, it may seem strange but I’ve never been much of a beach lover. Indoor activities are much more fun.” “You miss the finer things in life.” Lina laughed, took her coat off and hung it on a hook on the wall. “What can I say?” I shrugged, approached her from behind and hugged her. “I’ve got all I need right here.” She let out a happy sigh when my lips pressed to the side of her neck. I crossed my palms over her stomach and pulled her closer. “This place is lovely and it suits you.”Purchase Links99 cents for a LIMITED TIME at the US Amazon US / Universal Link No other woman could understand me like you. We know all we’ve been through, Lina, and I remember every scar on your body and soul. LINA We were together in the darkest pits of hell. He cleansed me through the cruelty of pain and led me to my bliss. I’m exactly where I belong. A leader in the boardroom and a purring submissive for Thomas. When the right chance comes along… do we dare reach for the stars? THOMAS I have the woman of my dreams and a chance for a new beginning. Lina faced all of me, my dark, ugly and violent sides, yet she chose to stay. She restored my lost balance and helped me find peace with who I am. I’ve never been so happy… and that’s what scares me the most. After all we have been through, can we have it all? WARNING! This book is intended for mature audiences. It's an intense love story and hot erotic romance with BDSM scenes. It also contains scenes of violence and rough language. If you have any triggers related to it I'd suggest that you don't buy that book. The book is part 3 of the Unorthodox Trilogy and can't be read as a standalone. All the characters are over 18 years old. Purchase LinksHot 18+The bare touch of his hands and the slowly growing intensity were electrical. He was studying the surface of my lips and was getting inside me with nothing but his sheer presence. The dungeon chill was fading and I grew more lustful with each small, tempting touch. If I tried to approach him and opened my mouth to beg he’d just place his finger on top of it to silence me. Thomas laid his left hand on my shoulder to keep me at the exact position. His cat-like grace and the dance of his touch quickly turned into a stealth and aggression without a warning. I didn’t even have the time to cry out in protest when he grabbed me hard by the ponytail, spun me around without an effort and ground my aroused body against the stone wall. A soft mewl of despair came from my lips. Thomas moved his mouth to my ear and sank teeth in that delicate spot that always made me weak in the knees. He grabbed me by the wrists and crossed them at the small of my back before he pressed his strong body against mine. I found myself trapped between him and the hard, stone wall. Its iciness didn’t take away any of the liquid fire he provoked with his teasing and the sweetness of the denial. “You know I can’t simply let you get away with it, don’t you, little one?” Thomas lowered his voice as he whispered in my ear. I shifted under him and tried to move my wrists. A sharp stinging slap elicited a cry out of me and forced me to stay in place. It was such a strong, confident smack. I bet my ass cheeks were already blushing in red. “Be still. I never gave you permission to move, did I?” “N-no, sir,” I whispered weakly. It was so difficult to follow his orders when every word whispered in that sexy tone made me melt and wish to kneel. “I’d say you were a good girl, but you have been very, very bad this morning, Lina. You must have forgotten what I’m doing with bad girls and it’s high time to remember.” “What do you mean, sir?” I slipped into the role as if I was sliding my favorite silk stockings on. “A woman has to do what a woman has to do when her Dom hesitates to make the first move.” His growling laughter, right at the nape of my neck, caused a row of ants to start marching all over my most sensitive zones. I breathed out and closed my eyes while he was brushing his lips across my skin. “… and that sassy mouth of yours just earned you an even harsher punishment. You really don’t know what’s best for you, do you, Lina? You’re still begging for trouble, like the bad girl you are. You knew the rules. I warned you not to go to the dungeon unless I permit you. Did I ever tell you could mess with my locks?” Romantic“Lina?” I whispered in her ear and rubbed the nape of her neck. She looked up at me with hesitant, wet eyes. “Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. Wash your face and take a shower if you want. Put on your collar and come to me downstairs.” “Are you going to punish me because I was a bitch to you?” Her shoulders sagged. “Can we do it tomorrow or on Sunday? I feel unwell and I don’t think I can take it. Please.” “Relax, pet.” I kissed her and bit her bottom lip playfully. It was still tender from the way she’s been nibbling it earlier. “Yes, you’ve been a bitch but I won’t punish you for it… yet. Just trust me.” That made her smile for the first time that evening. “The old Thomas would have me bent over the kitchen counter and marked my ass with the largest and heaviest spatula he had.” She joked and pressed her face close to mine. “Oh, that guy?” I raised my eyebrow and squeezed her ass cheeks. “He was wrong about a lot of things. There are more effective ways to deal with your bitchiness… but Lina… you don’t have to act like a bitch to earn yourself a spanking. Kneeling at my feet and begging for it would be enough.” When she withdrew from me and walked down the hall to our bedroom Lina looked much calmer. I shook my head at the thought. Our bedroom. Ours. It was strange to think of anything in here as something different than my own. Sharing space proved to be more difficult than planned. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge. The thought of Kat flashed in my mind while I was walking down the stairs. She was the girl who almost moved in with me. Would it have been the same way if I had gotten together with her? She lived with me for a short time back. It was a different situation, though, and we always knew it was temporary. That was it, I didn’t have much experience to make a comparison and Lina admitted all her previous attempts to live with someone ended up as a disaster. We were both clueless. She would probably not appear for a while so I sat back on the couch to finish the Skyrim game. It was difficult to focus but I did it just to keep my mind busy with something. I didn’t realize Lina was back in the room until I felt her on my lap. The sight of her made my blood boil, being naked, a little wet from the shower, with perky pink nipples and a black collar around her neck. I pushed the lustful thoughts aside and made a gesture at her to climb on the couch. Lina curled next to me, still with her head on my knee and the silver chain of the leash in hand. “Much better.” I said soothingly and ran a finger down the curve of her spine. “How do you feel now?” “My head is no longer spinning. I don’t feel like I’d throw up so I must be well.” She chuckled and rubbed her cheek against my knee like a literal pet cat. “I can’t believe I told you...” Goose prickles covered her spine while I traced it with hand in a soft, straight line. That simple action eased the knots in her shoulders and Lina was just about to start purring. “No.” I shook my head. “I’m glad you told me what was the problem. If I’m guilty of something I’d want to know what it is. You know it’s the first time I live with a woman so I want to do my best.” Purchase LinksLilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and psychological stories. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness. 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Title: Shopping for an Heir
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #10
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 20, 2016
Blurb
Gerald Wright works for billionaires. He never imagined heâd become one.
The former Navy Seal is a chauffeur by day, artist by night, so when hotter-than-ever ex-fiancée Suzanne Dayton interrupts his nude model sculpting class to serve him with inheritance paperwork from a man heâs never heard of, he assumes itâs a joke.
Turns out the jokeâs on him. Thereâs just one catch. A big one.
And it might be Suzanne â in more ways than he ever dreamed.
Shopping for an Heir is the 10th book in the New York Times bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series by Julia Kent.
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He smelled like home. Like love. Like promise and comfort, like passion and disbelief.
âWhatâs wrong?â he snapped, his face alternating between joy and anger. âWhy are you here?â
Coming to her senses, she extracted the thick envelope from her brief bag, looking him square in the eye. âLegal matter. Iâve been instructed to deliver this to you.â She used remarkable restraint in not peering around Gerald to get more of an eyeful of Declan McCormickâs stately form.
Then again, Gerald was an impenetrable wall of muscle himself, not easily subverted. Sheâd need taller heels to peer around him. He did not move his palm from her arm, and his touch infused her, a deeply satisfying sense of connection slowly creeping along her skin, her breath quickening, his touch ringing bells inside her that had been dormant for a decade.
âWhat is it?â
âRead it. Youâll understand.â She turned on her heel and started to leave, shaking inside so hard she might trigger the New Madrid fault.
He glared at her. âWhat? Thatâs it? Ten years and thatâs it?â He pulled back, breaking contact.
All her anxiety faded, like an antidote injected straight into the heart, his words kicking in, providing such clarity.
âTen years you chose, Gerald,â she hissed, mouth curling, throat seizing. âYou do not get to put this on me.â Grief flared in her, a burst like a fireball, and then it turned to the ash of anger, a light coat settling over every spare surface of her heart.
His eyebrows shot up, eyes gliding away, his nose twitching and mouth tightening as if holding back.
Squaring her shoulders, Suzanne decided to make this easy for him. God only knew why. âMy law firm is handling the estate of deceased billionaire Harold Hopewell. Youâve been named in his will.â She tapped the thick envelope in his hand. âThese papers explain everything.â
âExplain what?â
âYouâre his heir. One of them, at least.â
Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.
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Title: Something Like This
Series: The Men of Evansdale County, Book 3
Author: Alyne Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 18, 2018
Vincent Owen. He was gorgeous. He was cocky. He was a complete and total douche bag, and I was head over heels for him.
He left to become a champion, a warrior amongst men. And though he said he would call, I never heard from him again.
I never admitted to him how I felt. I never told him he made everything inside of me that hurt go away and everything that was wrong with me feel right - even if it were just for a little while. And that when he left, he took a little piece of me with him, a piece of my heart I could never get back.
That was then, and this is now and none of that matters anymore.
It all changed the day my daughter Violet was born. I moved on, life became about her and keeping my family ranch running. But now he's back to pay his respects to the man his best friend considered a father. A man our whole town loved, and he's about to find out that's not the only thing waiting for him in Evansdale.
Together again it's time to face the truth. For both of us.
The biggest question now is, is he ready for something like this?
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Alyne Hart is a contemporary romance author and wine connoisseur living in Walla Walla, WA. She's known for writing stories that pack an emotional punch and get you right in the feels. She loves writing very real and very flawed characters and writing about real, gritty and raw romance . She's a romance junkie and happy endings addict, and if you’re a lover of deeply emotional, flawed and raw reads with lots of delicious angst, her books are for you. Alyne's stories involve characters with bigger problems than just finding love. She writes stories about making peace with the past, rekindling old flames and healing old wounds. She loves small towns, men in uniform and alpha males with a heart of gold. She began her story-telling journey first with her dolls, then it progressed to paper. She has a deep love for anything romantic, and she's a believer that in love anything is possible. When Alyne isn’t writing, you can find her reading, hanging out with her cat, and spending time with her two children. She enjoys trips to the mountains just as much as trips to the wine cellar, live music, chick flick movie marathons and hanging out with her eclectic group of friends.
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