Feb 6, 2018 | Teaser Tuesday
Shit. It’s #TeaserTuesday and you know what I forgot? I forgot that it was fucking Tuesday because my kiddo has pneumonia, and I worked late, and in general my life has been a whirlwind of chaos lately. Also, I have Roulette Redux coming out in TWO DAYS and I have no idea how that happened. Time needs to take a chill pill so I can fucking catch up! Luckily, my friends are still putting out boiling hot books that let me distract you all with sexy scenes and fun tidbits so I can hide what a mess I am most of the time. Aaaaand now I’ve revealed my secret, so before you read that last sentence too carefully I’m going to share this hotness. So, come check out Felicity Brandon’s latest sinfully sexy release ‘Goldie’s Surrender’ and get your dirty fairy tale on!
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Goldie’s Surrender
What if the fairy tale is real?
We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?
Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…
In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?
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Teaser
I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing at my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”
He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”
I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.
He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.
“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”
His expression changes, and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper I flinch, jumping backwards to avoid his presence.
“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.
I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”
With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”
“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.
“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.
He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”
I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.
“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.
“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.
“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.
“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.
“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”
I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.
“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”
“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”
I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.
The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.
“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”
Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”
“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…”
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Hot, right? This is just their introduction and it only gets hotter from here! (Trust me, I read the other teasers that Felicity sent me and… mrowr!) You’re definitely going to want to snag this if you’re into menage and hot shifters, which I know so many of you are! Enjoy, lovelies!
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Jan 30, 2018 | Teaser Tuesday
Look at that! It’s #TeaserTuesday again and I have ‘Tragic Beauty’ a delicious dark romance for all of you from Iris Ann Hunter, a new-to-me dark romance author, that apparently a TON of my readers are already in love with! Do I have your attention? I hope so, lovelies! Trust me, if you’re not already interested you will be after this excerpt from her debut release…
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Tragic Beauty
One beauty. Two beasts.
The one who owns her. And the one who wants her.
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I was sixteen when I made the deal.
When I put my fate in the hands of Shayne McAllister, a man determined to break me.
A man with black eyes and a blacker heart, who’s been obsessed with me since we were kids.
And now that my father has passed, he’s coming to collect his debt.
But before I become his, I see a chance to make a choice for myself, and I take it.
I slip away, for one night.
One dark, stormy night that goes horribly wrong.
Until a stranger crosses my path.
An angry stranger, with a harsh voice and menacing eyes, who grants me one night.
One messed up, beautiful night, that changes everything, and spares no one.
Because the stranger wants more.
More than just one night.
He wants me.
What follows, is darkness.
A darkness where secrets will be revealed, blood will be shed, and sacrifices made.
My name is Ava, and this is my story.
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Teaser
I’ve been walking maybe ten minutes when headlights approach, going fast. Really fast. I step as far over onto the shoulder as I can, hunched against the cold and the rain while the lights close in. The car whizzes by me, easily going over a hundred. I feel the spray of water and grime soak my legs, but I’m too numb to care. I start walking again when I hear the screeching of brakes. I turn and see the car fishtailing in the rain. It stops and reverse lights come on, then it’s backing up, fast. I look quickly to the left for any oncoming cars, but the freeway is empty. The car passes me and maneuvers onto the shoulder, stopping right in front of me.
The headlights are so bright I have to lift my arm to shield my eyes. The car just sits there, idling, black and sleek, the tinted windows masking whoever’s inside. It’s one of those new muscle cars, but it looks custom, and mean, and sounds even meaner. Heavy metal music blasts from inside and seeps into the night, mixing with the sound of the rain as it pounds on the car.
I stand frozen, not sure what to do, the fear still in me from the last time I came across a man on the side of the road. The longer the car sits there, rumbling, the more that fear wants to get a hold of me. I think of making a run for it, but then the music cuts and the door opens. A dark figure emerges, but I can’t see anything more than the outline of a body, the rain and lights choking my vision.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” a deep, angry voice shouts.
I shrink back when I hear the tinge of a beast. I’m already moving backwards when he slams the door, his car still idling, and storms towards me.
“I asked what the hell are you doing out here?”
He’s in front of me now, the fear so strong I can’t move, because through the glare of lights I can see he’s a big man, tall, with wide shoulders. Not a man I can likely get away from. I blink when I see what he’s wearing—a tuxedo. I’ve never seen a man in a tuxedo before.
Then I see a whisper of something else. Something that not even the shadows can hide. I see it in the hard line of his jaw, in the glint of his angry eyes. He’s handsome. The kind of handsome that has me staring, like I’m under some kind of spell.
He narrows his gaze, running it up and down my body, like he can’t figure out who or what I am. “What’s the matter, you fucking deaf?”
The spell is broken and I take a step back, but glare at him. “My car broke down.”
“Fuck,” he swears, running a hand through is soaked hair. “You’re supposed to stay in the car. Call a tow truck. Not fucking walk on the side of the freeway, at night, dressed like a—”
He waves his hand at my clothes and I hug myself tighter. My dress is so short, you can barely even see it. Yeah. I know what I look like. That had been the whole point.
“Don’t you have a cell phone?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“You don’t have a—?” His mouth hangs open and he mutters something about his own cell being dead. “Jesus. Tonight of all fucking nights.”
He spins and marches to his car. “Get in!” he snaps over his shoulder.
I do nothing but stand there.
He turns around. “I said get in! I don’t have time for this shit.”
I ball my hands into fists and storm past his stupid fancy car. Through the heavy pounding of rain I hear a loud string of cursing behind me, but I keep moving, more determined than ever. Still, I can’t help the fresh tears that begin to fall.
Then he’s there, striding past me, blocking me.
“Go away!” I choke, my body shaking so hard I think I might fall.
The stranger stands there for a moment, our faces merely shadows in the dark. “Look, I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, but I’m not about to add leaving a woman stranded in the rain on the side of the freeway, to the list. Now please, I’m asking nicely. Get in the goddamn car.”
Something in the way his voice has softened calms me down. I stare past him at the darkness that waits, then turn back to him, doing my best to size him up when all I can see is his outline. He isn’t happy at having to stop for me, so probably doesn’t have abduction or something worse on his mind. And there’s something in his voice…something I want to trust.
So I turn back. When I get to his car, he’s already opening the door for me. The dome light comes on and I notice the finely stitched, black leather seats. I look down at my wet clothes and hesitate.
“In,” he snaps.
I sink into the leather and he closes the door. Seconds later, he’s sliding into the driver’s seat. It feels intimate, nothing but the lights of the dash illuminating the interior. It smells of new car and expensive cologne. I hear him breathing, as though he’s trying to control it, slow it down. I force back the tears and sit quietly, shaking. He must notice, because he reaches over and turns on the heater.
“Where to?” he asks.
I look down at my hands. “I’m…not sure. I’m not from around here.” My voice is so small I wonder if he heard it, but I know he did, because his hand shoots to his forehead and rubs at his temple.
“The nearest gas station,” I say quickly, the only thing I can think of.
Without a word, he checks the side mirror and pulls on to the road. Moments later we breeze past the Lexus.
“That it?” he asks.
I nod.
We drive in silence while I stare out the window, catching glimpses of a stormy ocean as it blurs by. “I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what?”
I look over at his tux—his drenched tux.
He looks down at his clothes and shrugs.
“And now you’re late,” I say, knowing he probably had somewhere to go, all dressed up like that and as mad as he was at having to stop for me.
“Worse things have happened.”
I turn back to the window, watching the rain streak across the glass.
More silence.
“Where are you from?” he asks.
“A little ways north.”
I catch his gaze drift to my legs, almost obscene beneath the jacket. “Where were you headed?”
The implications of what he asks aren’t hard to miss. Dressed like that, is what he meant to add.
“Doesn’t matter now.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t press. The rest of the drive is quiet. Eventually, lights come into view and he takes an exit, where a rickety looking gas station sits at the end of the off-ramp. There’s nothing else in sight. It’s the very outskirts of Goleta, a northern suburb of Santa Barbara, and still mostly surrounded by open space.
He pulls in, the smooth low rumble of the engine purring as he brings the car to a stop beneath the overhang and out of the rain.
I’m surprised the place is closed, but when I glance to the clock on the dash, I see it’s a little after nine. He glances that way too, and I can tell by the pressing of his lips that he’s indeed late after all.
“There’s a pay phone on the side,” he says.
I nod and reach for my purse, then turn to him. The lights of the station illuminate the car and I can see his face more clearly now. I see a man maybe in his thirties, with sharp green eyes that linger on me quietly. Stubble darkens his jaw—a jaw that clenches tighter and tighter, the longer I look at him. But I keep looking, because I can’t stop. My eyes graze over soft lips and a scar along his left cheekbone and another over his right eyebrow. His hair is black, wet and slicked back, with a few strands hanging over his temple. That’s when I realize, he’s not just handsome, he’s beautiful. And for some reason, he seems familiar, like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t place it.
I watch him study me in return, his eyes lingering on my face, then darkening as they drift down my legs, then back up again. I can only imagine what I look like, with long wet hair plastered to my head and mascara trailing down my face. Even so, there’s a shift in his gaze, a subtle flaring of the nostril. The silence in the car becomes deafening.
“Thank you,” I whisper, unable to bear the quiet.
“You going to be alright?” he asks, his voice deeper than before. “You have someone to call?”
I nod and open the door, the cold wrapping its grip around me once more. After I shut the door and step back, the car lingers for a moment, then slowly pulls away until the tail lights disappear from view with a rev of the engine and a squeal of the tires. I hug my jacket tight and walk into the rain and over to the pay phone. I’m just about to reach for the handle when I see the little, white, slip of paper.
Out of order.
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Intriguing, right?! I’m so curious what happens next, especially after people in my reader group freaked out about how much they loved it! The warning about a DARK contemporary romance with scenes some may find disturbing from the Amazon page is always pretty much a sign that I need to read it. Maybe for you too? Definitely time to check out this chick!
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Iris Ann Hunter grew up with a love of books and a passion for writing, but it wasn’t until later in life, after working as a horse trainer, truck driver, and graphic designer, that she decided to pursue her dream to be a writer. Drawn towards the tortured, sometimes brutal side of human nature, she writes dark, twisted romance that explores the shadowy side of love and lust. Iris lives with her longtime lover in a seaside town along the Southern California coast. Tragic Beauty is her debut novel.
Jan 23, 2018 | Teaser Tuesday
It’s #TeaserTuesday and I am so excited to bring you this dark and dirty teaser from the one and only Zoe Blake! She’s so fucking sinful and twisted and it makes me love her books in a way that… honestly, I shouldn’t. But I feel the same way about the books I write, so no wonder I love her so fucking much! Check out this teaser for Dark Deception and make sure to snag your copy ASAP! Only 99c for a limited time and you know you want a little Paine…
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Dark Deception
She doesn’t just want revenge.
She wants him dead.
Mirage is a master jewel thief but tonight she is an assassin.
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His life was ruined by her lies.
Now he will make her pay.
He will have her on her knees, begging for forgiveness.
It’s time she learned why they call him, Paine.
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Teaser
Paine took another step toward her as he reached to unbuckle his belt.
Mirage held out a hand in warning. “Don’t you dare!”
Paine whipped the belt free of his jean loops. He then held it between his hands as he took several steps toward her as Mirage quickly retreated.
“I think you like this. Crave it. The fight. The chase. The adrenaline rush when I capture you. Force you.”
Mirage’s eyes sparked with fury, hating the truth of his words. Her nipples tightened as her stomach clenched. She could feel herself get wet as he stealthily approached. Still she tried to deny it. “It’s not true,” she responded weakly.
“How do you want it this time, Mira? I already took that sweet cunt and tight ass of yours. I think this time I want your mouth.”
“Oh god!” she moaned, resisting the urge to close her eyes and let his dark, dangerous words penetrate to her bones.
Paine lunged for her.
Mirage screamed and ran. Unfamiliar with the layout of the house she ran blindly down one hall, around a corner then into another room. “Fuck!” It was a bedroom, with no exit.
She turned to flee.
Paine was standing in the doorway. He had tossed his shirt aside. A strong muscular chest with thin swirls of black hair. Thick biceps. Wide shoulders. A flat stomach. Mirage devoured every inch… and hated herself for it.
He stepped into the room as he unzipped his jeans.
Mirage grabbed a small figurine which rested on a bureau and launched it at his head.
He deftly twisted his shoulders. The figure smashed against the wall. He lunged again. Grabbing her by the throat he pressed her back against the wall. Kissing and nipping at the smooth column of her neck, he worked his way up to her ear. “Brace yourself, kitten. This is going to hurt.”
Mirage couldn’t breathe. A light-headed euphoria began to drift over her senses. Finally he relinquished his grip on her throat only to push her to her knees. Taking his belt, he wrapped the thick leather around her neck, pushing the end through the heavy buckle and pulling just tight enough to slightly squeeze her throat. Mirage placed a hand between her legs and rubbed her throbbing cunt.
Paine yanked on the belt. “No touching that pretty little cunt of yours until you finished sucking my cock.”
Her eyes lit with defiance. Just to test him, she closed her lips tight, breathing swiftly through her nose in her rising arousal.
Paine reached down and grasped her cheeks. The tips of his fingers pressed in. The delicate skin inside her mouth cut against the sharp edges of her teeth. With a cry she relented and opened her mouth.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Releasing his grip on her face but keeping hold of the belt, he reached inside his jeans to pull out his thick shaft.
Mirage felt a trickle of fear curl deep within her chest. He was so big. So thick. She had never really liked giving oral so she had next to no practice. There was no way she was going to be able to satisfy a man like Paine.
“I… don’t… I can’t….’
“You can and you will. Open your mouth, baby.”
Mirage whimpered as the heavy, bulbous head of his cock pushed past her lips.
Her tongue swirled around the tip before he pushed in further. Shifting his hips forward, his shaft slipped unrestricted further into her open mouth. Mirage’s chest convulsed as she made a gurgling sound, fighting for breath. Desperately pulling against the restraining belt around her neck, she tried to push her head back but it hit the resistance of the wall behind her kneeling form. His cock filled her mouth, the wide shaft pressing down on her tongue, the bulging tip pushing against the back of her throat cutting off her air.
Paine kept a firm grip on his shaft for another moment before relenting. He pulled free. Mirage fell forward, choking gulps of air into her lungs.
Once again he grabbed the belt and forced her head up. Looking down into her tear-streaked cheeks, he warned, “Take a deep breath.”
Panicked, she tried to shake her head but couldn’t before he drove his cock into her mouth again. Moving his hips back and forth, he pulsed the head of his cock in short thrusts, hitting sensitive nerves at the back of her throat. She gagged but he refused to relent. Just kept thrusting. Using her. Fucking her mouth.
Mirage’s jaw ached from trying to keep her lips open around his thrusting cock. The underside of her tongue felt cut from where it pressed against her teeth. The back of her throat was tender and swollen, the muscles tired from contracting.
Her resistance was weakening. He pushed deeper into her throat, through the thrumming in her ears she could he him groan.
Paine pulled out of her mouth giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Leaning down, he wiped the tears from her cheeks and the spittle from her chin. Brushing the hair from her eyes, he said “God damn, baby, you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’ve fantasized about having you kneeling before me, your mouth open and awaiting.” His breath came in ragged, harsh gasps.
Mirage felt a sick pleasure at the raw lust and truth to his words.
“You’ve taken half my cock. It’s time to take the whole length down that pretty throat of yours.”
Mirage started to shake her head vigorously unable to speak. Her mind buzzed with conflicting emotions. She loved how powerless and dominated she felt as he forced his cock on her. The harder he bent her to his will, the fiercer, wilder, her response. It was an adrenaline rush and like all good criminals she was an adrenaline junkie.
Her mind screamed that it was wrong to feel this way, she tried to fight against her body’s rising reaction.
“I love how your dark eyes glisten with tears each time my head hits the back of your throat,” he growled as he gave the belt around her neck a slight tug.
An unwanted thrill shot through her body at his heated words.
Paine forced his cock once more into her mouth. The back of her head bumped against the wall.
The vibrations of her sobs and choking made him growl and thrust harder. He pushed the top of her head down and forward with his left hand as he held the soft length of the belt around her neck with his right.
Paine prodded the tip against the back of her throat. Using more pressure, he broke through her body’s natural reflexes and forced his way in deeper into the tight clenching heat of her mouth.
Her throat felt like it was on fire. She couldn’t breathe. Twisting and wrenching her arms, she tried to push at his strong thighs, to somehow dislodge him, instinctively wanting to fight him off.
“Stop!” he thundered.
Mirage immediately stilled, her fear of him overriding her need for breath.
After a few powerful thrusts, he pulled out, allowing her a gasping breath before plunging in deep again, crushing her nose against his abdomen.
“That’s it kitten, swallow my cock whole, take it all,” he ground out.
Changing the position of his hands, he held onto the sides of her head. “I’m going to come down your throat,” he warned before forcing her head up and down onto his cock with increasing speed.
Mirage was powerless as he ruthlessly used her mouth for his own needs.
Paine grabbed the base of his cock as he stilled with it lodged down her tortured throat. Throwing his head back, the muscles in his neck bulged as he let out a satisfied roar of completion.
Mirage fell back on her heels. The taste of him in her mouth.
“Your turn now.”
Paine grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up. Placing her body on the bed, he lifted up her arms and removed her t-shirt. The leather belt fell back down, lying heavy between her breasts. He gently pushed her shoulders till she fell back among the covers. He then swiped off her yoga pants, as usual she wasn’t wearing any panties. Kicking off his jeans he joined her on the bed. Lying on his back, he lifted her pliable body till her knees straddled his face.
“Oh, I… I’ve never….”
“Shhh….I want to taste you. I want to feel your thighs clench against my head as you come.”
Each time he spoke, the soft vibrations of his deep voice, sent tremors over her cunt.
He parted her slick folds with the tip of his tongue and teased her clit.
“Oh god!” she cried out as her fingers speared into his soft hair, pulling the wavy strands, crushing his head between her legs.
He continued to tease her with his tongue. Swirling and tasting. Using his hands to pinch and pull at her erect nipples. Before running them down her back to grasp her ass and push her harder against his mouth.
Mirage’s head fell back as her thighs pressed in. She could feel the pressure build. At that precise moment, Paine pulled on the belt still wrapped around her neck. The thick leather squeezed tight. She strained to breathe. Her fingers clawed at the strap but he just pulled tighter. Her eyes fluttered shut as her cheeks suffused with color before going pale. She felt weightless. Her head swam. She was floating. Her whole body jerked as she came. Wave after wave of color and sound rushed over her as the last vestiges of air left her lungs.
Then everything went black.
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Holy hotnessssss!!! I love how fucked up Zoe’s mind is, it makes mine feel more normal. XD I asked her about it and she said that the 99c price was for a limited time only, so if you want to read this, make sure you grab it quick!
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Jan 9, 2018 | Teaser Tuesday
Look at that! It’s #TeaserTuesday again and I’m lucky enough to be friends with the incredible Maggie Ryan who just passed her milestone of FIFTY BOOKS! Can you freaking believe that? This lady is dirty in all the right ways, and a fucking blast to hang out with, and all of that naughty minded awesomeness comes out in her books. Her latest Dom book has a man that likes to be called Daddy, no age-play in this one though, lovelies. Just pure kinky fun. Check it out!
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Daddy Commands
When his twenty-five-year-old wife Hannah’s quest to be the perfect army spouse becomes so stressful that his needs start falling to the wayside, Major Brett Griffith decides it is time to take her in hand and remind her who is in charge. Soon enough, Hannah is blushing crimson as she is ordered to remove her panties in the middle of a restaurant during their anniversary dinner, and her protests merely earn her a thorough spanking on her bare bottom upon their return home.
Though Hannah is shocked and embarrassed by Brett’s insistence that she call him daddy as she is punished like a naughty little girl, his firm-handed correction arouses her deeply. Before she knows it, she is delighting in her husband’s stern dominance and bold mastery of her body as he teaches her how hot it can be to surrender herself completely to what daddy commands.
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Teaser
“Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
“What?”
“I have absolutely no doubt that you heard me,” Brett said.
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. I don’t know what got into you, but it ends right now. Perhaps sitting on your bare ass will remind you that we made a commitment. You to obey and me to enforce that obedience.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Couldn’t process what he’d just asked me to do. We were seated in a restaurant, one filled with people, and while, yes, there was adequate space between the booths and tables, it was still a very popular choice on a Friday evening. I could hear people laughing, see them enjoying chips and salsa or sipping on jumbo margaritas. True, no one was staring at our table or appeared to have any interest in what was happening, but I was suddenly positive that every ear in the place had just turned toward us. I could feel my entire body heating, knowing my face had to be the same shade as the red booth we were seated in.
“For God’s sake, lower your voice!” I hissed softly. “There are people here! They can hear you.”
His dark head nodded, though his eyes remained fixed on me. “True, and I’m sure that if they’d heard you this morning, they’d understand exactly why I’ve given you the command.”
Command?
Before I could wrap my mind around the fact that he had indeed just said ‘command’, he leaned back in the booth and continued. “Did you or did you not sign an agreement this morning?”
“Yes, but—”
“An agreement that detailed quite explicitly the rules and consequences for the breakage of those rules, correct?”
Unexpectedly, a memory popped into my head. Brett had taken me fishing when we were dating. It had been a beautiful day, the sun shining, causing the water to sparkle like diamonds where it cascaded over the rocks upstream. I’d been startled when I’d felt a hard pull on my line, sure I’d done something wrong. Brett had smiled, pointing toward the water where the red and white ball he’d attached to my line was bobbing up and down in the river.
“Good job. You’ve caught your first fish, babe.”
I’d tried to hand him my pole, but he’d shaken his head.
“No, this is your catch. Just give a yank to set the hook.” When I’d given a little tug, he’d laughed, put his arms around me, and with his hands covering mine on the pole, he’d given it a much harder yank. Stepping back, he’d said, “Now, just reel it in.”
While I cranked the reel, the fish had wiggled and jumped, trying to break free. When it was close enough, I pulled the line out of the water, landing my catch on the riverbank. It was a great memory.
But that had been then. Right now, sitting across from my husband, I wasn’t thinking about how proud he’d been that day. I was thinking that I most likely looked just like that poor trout, my mouth opening and closing as if unable to garner enough oxygen to breathe, let alone speak.
Brett evidently decided he didn’t need to hear a response as he nodded again. “Precisely, so there is no reason for you to be so shocked, now is there?”
A burst of laughter had my head whipping around, sure I’d see every customer in the restaurant agreeing with this man seated opposite me. Realizing the amusement came from children seated around a large table witnessing a waiter plopping a ridiculously large sombrero down on an elderly man’s head before wishing him feliz cumpleanõs, I found my voice.
“Look, you might be a major, but that doesn’t mean you can just… command me to do something.”
“Wrong. It means exactly that. The moment you put pen to paper and signed, you gave me that right.”
“I’m your wife, not one of your recruits!” I hissed, wondering how he could be so calm when I felt as if my entire world was careening out of control.
Leaning forward, he reached to cover my hand that was clenching the edge of the table as if to anchor myself in place. “You understood the consequences and, frankly, Hannah, wife or not, consider yourself enrolled in my own special boot camp. Your choice of behavior has brought you to this point, and the longer you take to obey me, the longer you’ll be across my knees getting your ass heated.”
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Hotttttttt? Am I right? This is the same lovely lady who wrote ‘Black Light: Suspended’ last year, and she’s going to be in the upcoming ‘Black Light: Roulette Redux’ boxset of kinky BDSM stories with me and many others in February. So, make sure you get a taste of her NOW so you know just how hot this anthology will be. You know you want to!
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USA Today and #1 International Bestselling and Multi-award Winning Author in Victorian/ Historical, Contemporary, and Western Erotic Romance.
Fantasy is a world that offers endless possibilities. Whether you travel back in time to when the plains were open, take a journey to the cobblestone streets of London, take a stroll along the beach or walk through the streets of some foreign country, every letter of every word offers infinite possibilities. I love to write stories that take a reader on a journey, one they can disappear into and experience what might have been or what is to come. I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I hope you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with me. Happy Reading!
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Dec 31, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Did you really think I’d wrap up this spectacular week of Alien Alphas teasers on #TeaserSunday without gracing you with a sneak peek of Addison Cain’s upcoming release ‘Strangeways’? I have to tell you, this story is an amazing example of Addison’s ability to flex between styles and genres with perfect ease. It’s in first person, it’s emotional, but still dirty and twisted (in a good way). I feel so lucky to have this lady as a friend, because she always lets me read through her stories and I get gleeful every time! I hope you feel the same way, lovelies!
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Alien Alphas (Twenty-three naughty sci-fi romance novellas)
Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker
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Strangeways by Addison Cain
Their invasion of our world was nonviolent, seamless. But they have come to conquer and take who they will. We don’t have a choice. They can make us like it. They can make us desire them. They can make us do anything they want.
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Teaser
The first time he’d screwed me, he’d marched me through my door by the elbow. Dirty uniform aprons littering the floor had been ignored, the pair of us walking over abandoned pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. Once at my lumpy bed, he’d bent me forward, ass up, still clothed.
He’d told me to stay.
I’d never had a man talk to me like that… or flip up my skirt, pull my panties down, and inspect me. And that’s exactly what he’d done. Kneeling, he’d leaned up close, tracing his fingers down the shape of my labia. He’d spread them apart to look deeper, and… I should have been mortified.
It’s not like I had expected a tryst. Heck, I was sweaty after the morning shift and wearing an old pair of panties.
It didn’t matter. Phi had complimented my scent, shape, and even posture profusely.
And then he had thrust in, right there, just like that. Both of us dressed, my cheek to the mattress. Hell, I still had my shoes on.
And I… I had liked it.
It wasn’t until my first orgasm that he’d altered position, undressing us both, and laying me back to take me face to face like a lover.
That was the first time I’d seen his unclothed body… and the part of him he’d put inside me.
Absently as he’d slipped it back in, I’d wondered if they always started fucking an earth woman from behind… so we might know how good that thing could feel and not scream when it waved our way.
And it had felt good. Better than good.
No one in my past had ever gotten me so worked up. Maybe it was the fact Phi’s genitals could change shape. Maybe it was the ring of short waving tentacle-like protrusions around it that stimulated clitoris, labia… anus.
Maybe it was that he knew how to fuck.
Earth men were terribly lazy in bed.
He’d thrust in, and noises I’d never made squeaked out unbidden. Those little fingers around his cock, they teased and stroked, as if he could control each one of them no matter the pace. Two of those tentacles had rolled my clit between their slippery, grasping tips. Legs trembling uncontrollably, I’d come… gasping.
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Interested? I can tell you, I definitely was, and the story only gets more fascinating and twisted from here. Addison somehow wraps an entire new world up in such a short, concise package, but as always she ropes you in and doesn’t let go. Also, it’s fucking hot, no matter how guilty you feel reading it! Alien Alphas is still up to pre-order for only 99¢ and then it goes live on January 16th!
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Addison L. Cain is a USA Today bestselling author who was born in sunny California, but found herself drawn to dwell in older, history-rich places. Japan, Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC,Addison is always on the move, always eager to immerse herself in new cultures and people. Her stories reflect the antiquities she loves: deep and sometimes very dark. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.
An alumni of California State University Fullerton, she earned a degree in Japanese and spent years in Asia studying indigenous Japanese religion. Primeval forests and worn pathways have led to her obsession with gardening. Her Great Dane approves, loping around the yard and getting into mischief. Unfortunately the cat has to watch from a window, and because Addison is a total sucker for his sad golden eyes, he gets hours of belly rubs and too many treats.
Dec 30, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Holy shit, lovelies, I cannot EVEN PUT INTO WORDS how excited I am to share today’s snippet with you. For #TeaserSaturday I’m continuing with more hot sci-fi alpha sneak peeks, and today you get the pleasure of reading ‘Swallowed by Darkness’ from Myra Danvers! This girl has yet to publish her Literotica award winning ‘Tritan’ series on Amazon yet (it’s coming, oh yes, it is!) but she was glorious enough to show off some of her sweet writing skills in this incredible boxset. If you ever read on Literotica, you know the username Waterburn because it fucking OWNED the top charts on that site. I assure you, her writing here is just as glorious. ENJOY!
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Alien Alphas (Twenty-three naughty sci-fi romance novellas)
Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker
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Swallowed by Darkness by Myra Danvers
Imprisoned. Starved. Weak. He’s a warrior caged in the armpit of the universe, a man of worth who owns nothing but his pride and a thirst for vengeance. So why had they sent her? A human. A pathetic, fragile creature full of madness and lies, burdened with an impossible ultimatum—contend with a monster, or die.
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Teaser
“Stop me,” she whispered, spreading her fingers over the heart pounding beneath her palm. “You reject my touch, but make no effort to end it.”
A growl rattled through his chest, eyes blazing from within.
“You can break me without trying,” she continued, letting her right hand skate lower, tracing the lines and ridges. Making dips and valleys jump beneath her touch. “It would be nothing to do so, but you’ve never felt a hand as soft as mine. Have you?”
The growl deepened, rattle becoming more pronounced. A dire warning ignored.
“Tell me what you want,” she breathed, wetting dry lips. Mere millimeters from tasting the forbidden. From touching it.
“This—” he swallowed, shaking his head with teeth bared. “You are obscene.”
“Mhm. An abomination. Absolutely repulsive.” She grinned into that scarlet gaze, arching to close the gap. Pointed nipples brushed his chest, lips finding his as her fingers found their prize. “And so fucking wet.”
His breath hissed between clenched teeth, hips bucking as he filled her lungs and palm with heat. With a ragged curse, he released her. Abandoning his hold on wrist and throat. “On your knees,” he snarled, chains rattling at his side.
Mouth watering, the human obeyed, circling thumb and forefinger. The scalpel clattering to the floor, forgotten for the treat throbbing before her. She licked him, root to tip, pumping his girth. Gathering the nirvana beaded at the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue.
His voice splintered on a startled gasp, and he buried thick fingers in her hair. Denying her.
“Please. I just want—”
Their lips met with bruising force as he pressed her back. Lower lip pinched between his teeth. Nails scraping her scalp, he guided her down, laying her flat on something soft.
“Fucking hell,” she rasped, giving the pitifully thin pad beneath her an exploratory wiggle. “Is this a mattress?”
He exhaled, red gaze following jiggling flesh. “What?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! All this time you’re over here living the high life with a mattress? Why didn’t you say anything?”
For a moment, he didn’t respond. Simply hovered, braced on his knees, breath hot and damp against her lips. “It’s… woefully inadequate. Even for a measly class six.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
With a snort, he silenced her. Lips and tongue exploring. The heavy length of his cock throbbing above her mound.
“Please,” the human groaned, parting her knees. Reveling in Felidae heat, inside and out. “I… I need it.”
Teeth flashing, he pinned her throat, dousing the spider’s light beneath his palm. Blinding her, without threatening her airway. He spread her, then. Lifting her hips. Settling her lower back on his thighs, legs and pussy splayed. Lewd. Utterly vulnerable to his attention. Though when he sent fingers gliding through slick folds, it was his breath ragged against her lips.
“There,” she gasped, bucking when he found her clit. “Right there, ugh. Please.”
His chest rumbled, and, thumb circling, he set the blunt head of his dick to weeping cunt. Soaking himself in human pussy. Redoubling his attention on her neglected little nub when she arched, her hips twitching and bucking of their own accord. Clasping at his tip. Desperate to pull him in.
“Oh fuck. Oh god—please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m—” Muscles seizing, the human flinched, gushing. Riding what little he’d give her as she came hard and fast with his hand about her throat.
“Good girl,” he purred, and shifted, allowing her to see once more. To watch as he rode her through climax, fucking her with tiny, rocking thrusts. “Again.”
She shook her head, as of yet unable to form words.
Teeth bared in the dark, he grinned. “Again.”
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Ahem… I… I just need a minute to compose myself. *deep breaths* Holy shit, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve read this sinfully twisted and hot story, that scene still melts the flesh from my bones! SO HOT! Make sure to come back tomorrow for one more sexy snippet from this Alien Alphas sexiness, and don’t forget to pre-order while it’s only 99¢!
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Raised by her awesome parents in Canada’s snowy north, Myra learned perseverance from an early age. She learned to speak in third person, via extensive reading as a child, because… well… Northern Canada gets a LOT of snow. And when one isn’t snowboarding, building quinzees, or waking up to teddy bears frozen to the floor, one tends to read about places that are warm—even if being cold is preferable to being hot, every-damn-time.
All that reading gave Myra the gypsy bug. So, after college, (where she majored in professional gypsying) she moved to a ski resort in British Colombia to be a ski bum and chase the winter, because the cold was in her bones and it never bothered her anyway. (Points because Elsa of Frozen is her spirit animal?)
But then life caught up with her, as it does, and now she’s stuffed full of enough life experience to write until transcendence (where she will be first in line to get a sweet android body and travel the universe until the end of time). So that’s what she does, when she’s not listening to the voices or taking apart the electronics just to see their insides.
