Showing posts with label contemporary erotic romance. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 3, 2018

The Sexiest Man He's Ever Met Is Supposed To Be His Enemy And Not His Mate- Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin #MM #MPreg #EroticRomance




Blurb:

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

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

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

Genre:
erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy


Excerpt: 

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

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

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

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

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

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

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

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”

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

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

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

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

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

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

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

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

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

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

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

“Yes, Master.”

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

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



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Saturday, March 31, 2018

Her Dom’s Secret Past by Suzy Shearer-Their Passion And His Dominance Is Powerful But His Secret May End Their Love Before It Has A Chance To Really Begin #BDSM #MF #EroticRomance


Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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




STORY EXCERPT:  

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

“Thank you, John.”

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

“Sure was, but it’s fun.”

She was still grinning and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched. It was all I’d dreamed of and more. It was electrifying. Our kiss was soft, tender, and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I could get used to this. We finally separated and gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she stared into my eyes.

“I couldn’t resist.”

“I … neither could I, John.”

“I’d certainly like to do it again.”

“Then maybe you should.”

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

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

“You have?”

I nodded and traced her lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her again.  It was wild. The surf pounding against us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the surface.

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

She gave another of her lovely carefree laughs.

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

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

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

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

“Coffee or tea?”

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

“Do you want to try the Chinese White?”

“I’m sorry, I only drink black tea.”

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

“In that case, I’d better try it.”

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

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

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

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

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

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

“Cold?”

“A little.”

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

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

© Suzy Shearer 2018




Buy Links

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Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/B07BLVV63M




LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:
Website :  http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS
Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer
Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis
Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer
Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/
Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer
Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au

A FEW LINKS WHERE TO BUY:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B07BLVV63M
Angus & Robertson (Aust): http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/by/Suzy%20Shearer
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/ 
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/suzy-shearer


BIO:


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

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.

 A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.

When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.

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

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


E-BOOKS OUT NOW 

The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3


Dark Desires series (each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters


Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three
Her Dom’s Secret Past
 

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A Hunter’s Heart
A Hunter’s Choice
A Hunter’s Challenge
Perfect Three Daemons Are Forever
Build A Love
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Naval Maneuvers by Dee S. Knight-They Find Love While In And Out of Uniform With Officers and Some Hot Gentlemen #Military #EroticRomance


Blurb:

Men and women of the armed forces experience desire and love pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.




Individual blurbs: (the book is in three parts)

Weighing Anchor (allowing a ship to move forward by retrieving the anchor): A professional woman sworn to avoiding all things military finds herself in love with a lieutenant commander in the Navy. Love won't conquer all if she allows her childhood memories to eclipse future happiness.

Dropping Anchor (securing movement by dropping the anchor): Two people find (surprisingly) that they are both in the Navy and love their chosen professions—until one turns out to be an officer but not a gentleman and the other is a gentleman but not an officer.

Anchor Home (safe, smooth sailing): When two former lovers find each other after more than a decade, will a long-hidden secret threaten the course of a rekindled romance or be the cause of it?

Buy Links (Get $2 off until March 9)

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2sM5PZo 

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2omZcaA 

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/naval-maneuvers-dee-s-knight/1127958432?ean=2940158612114 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/792622

Black Velvet Seductions: http://blackvelvetseductions.com/gs_bookshowcase/4779/ 

*****

Excerpt:

"And what is your name, pretty?" Mel Crandall addressed the dinosaur bones in an undertone, bending nearly to face level. The skeleton displayed an open mouth and rows of fierce, sharp teeth.

"Roger," a man standing next to her said in a low voice. Startled, she looked up. Up being the operative word. She stood a decent five feet ten inches, and he beat her by a good half foot. She studied him. He ignored her.

The guy had a solid profile, strong chin, chiseled cheekbones, and a straight back with muscular shoulders. Short brown hair. He wore glasses and stared straight ahead, but glasses couldn't disguise the laugh lines that radiated from the corners of his eyes. His posture was near perfect and he was not overweight, as evidenced by the trim fit of his jeans and red polo shirt that clung enough to give evidence of a low body/mass index number.

As a doctor, she immediately noticed body characteristics before actual looks. But with this guy, examination in lieu of admiration was hard. Men were often put off by the fact that she paid attention to whether they looked sallow or flushed, or if their hands were cold or warm before she "saw" them. She noticed if a man's eyes were dilated or glittered with fever before she registered eye color. Dates started with mini examinations before she relaxed enough to enjoy personalities, but that's just the way she was. Men had to take it or leave it. Sadly, most left it. Which was why she talked to dinosaurs at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History all on her own.

Mel moved on to the next exhibit, a shorter built specimen but still tall and with a nasty spiked tail. "I wonder what you looked like," she murmured. "What color were you, what did you eat, and what's your name?"

She bent to read the exhibit information. "Gray. Grass."

That same guy had followed her. Rather than having a strong profile, she was beginning to think he was a weirdo.

"Annnd, roger."

Quickly, Mel moved to the next exhibit. "And you are–"

"Roger."

He stood beside her again! Mel started to look for a museum guard but saw none. Great. Planting her hands on her hips, she turned to him. "Stop following me," she said loudly enough that people in the general area turned to see what was happening.

The guy said, "Hold it."

Hold it? Hold it, as in "Wait a minute, little lady?" She opened her mouth to lay into him when he turned and removed his glasses, showing her the richest, most chocolatey brown eyes she'd ever seen. The words stuck in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, what?"

In a lower voice she said, "You're following me from exhibit to exhibit and talking to me. I want you to stop."

"I didn't realize…" He wiggled the glasses at her. "I'm working here and I'm afraid I didn't notice you."

Well. What was worse, that he was a pervert following her place to place, or that he wasn't a perv and hadn't even noticed her?

His brow furrowed while he studied her. "Yes. Yes." Then he shook his head. "Roger."

Again with that Roger.

"Gotta go. Later." Then he smiled at her. "Just a minute, okay?" He folded the glasses and put them first in a protective case. Squatting, he placed a briefcase on the floor and opened it. He stored the glass case inside a pocket. Then he removed something from his right ear—an earbud?—protected it and also put it in the case.

Mel watched all of this with curiosity. He expected her to wait for him? What arrogance. And yet, wait she did. When he stood, holding the case in his left hand and smiled once more, her heart stuttered. The guy was drop dead gorgeous—at least to her understanding of the word. Normally, she appreciated the male form, mostly from a medical viewpoint. This man she enjoyed with pure pleasure.

And Good God. He hadn't been talking to her, he'd been talking to whoever was on the other end of that earbud. Embarrassment flooded her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you were…" She slid her hand between the two of them and then to the exhibits.

"No," he said. "I apologize. I shouldn't be testing this stuff around people. The last time I did it a kid thought I was calling him Roger."

His voice had a soft drawl to it. Western Virginia or North Carolina, maybe? Somewhere in the mountains. It felt like a cool stream as it ran over a body hot and tired from hiking: refreshing and invigorating, at the same time soothing and relaxing. She wanted him to talk more.

Stop that! She laughed. "I thought you were naming each dinosaur."

He smiled and dimples indented his cheeks. His eyes crinkled and Mel's breath caught. This guy should come with a warning label. Approach with caution. Could bring on lustful intentions and ultimately, broken hearts. Take only in small doses and in public places.

He held out his hand. "David Stimson."

She took it gingerly, half expecting lightning to bolt between them. Nope. Nothing. So much for romance novels. He had a nice hand, large and warm with healthy pink nails, and she grasped it firmly. "Melissa Crandall."

"Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I wander along with you?" Grasping the briefcase with his left hand, he deftly, he moved to the left of her.

"No, please. It's a free country." She walked to the next dinosaur re-creation. "And this one is…" She half waited for his pronouncement.

"Not Roger," he said, stopping her heart with that killer smile again. He leaned over to read the information. "Torosaurus latus. It says here that these bones were dug up in North Dakota, but that the Torosaurus roamed from Canada to Texas, and that he had the biggest head of any land mammal."

"Well, I guess that's something to be proud of," Mel responded. David laughed and she found herself smiling back. When she moved to the next exhibit, he strolled along with her, hands behind his back.
He pointed to the next specimen. "Poor guy. Starved to death."

"Oh, yeah? How do you know?"

"Can't you tell? He's all bones."


*****


Author Bio:

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. Dee loves writing erotic romance and sharing her stories with you. She hopes you enjoy!

Website: https://nomadauthors.com/deesknight/index.html
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#DeeSKnight
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DeeSKnight/

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Monday, March 5, 2018

New Release! Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin- #SpankingRomance #MM #Contemporary #Erotic Romance #BDSM #MPreg #ScifiElements



Protecting His Alien Mate

Genre:
erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy

Blurb:

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

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

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

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Excerpt: 

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

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

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

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

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

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

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

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.” 

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

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

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

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

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

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

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

“Yes, I'm sure.”

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

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

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

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

“Yes, Master.”

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

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

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Sunday, December 17, 2017

Collaring Colleen by Cara Covington and Morgan Ashbury-They Want To Love, Protect And Train Their New Submissive #RomanceNovel #BDSM #MFM



[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M, HEA]

Dr. Colleen Duncan is certain someone at the Lyon’s Den knows where her sister is. Instead of Mercy, what she finds at the private BDSM club are two P.I. Doms willing to trade lessons in submission for their efforts to find her sister.

Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad know a sub when they meet one, and that look is all over Colleen. A gifted trauma surgeon, the woman is clearly frightened out of her wits at the disappearance of her younger sister, Mercy.

As the men help Colleen reveal her inner submissive, they also bring more than their own expertise to the case. They enlist the aid of two other Doms with investigative backgrounds who met, and were very drawn to, Mercy.

It doesn’t take them long to learn something substantial...and worrying. Someone else is looking for Mercy, too, and that can’t be good. There’s no time to waste. The clock is ticking.

Note: This book contains double penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT 

“Dr. Colleen Duncan, I’d like you to meet Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad. Gentlemen, Dr. Duncan is a trauma surgeon at Houston General. She also has a very pressing problem. Her younger sister, Mercy, has been missing for a week.”

It was all Colleen could do to keep her expression professional. Something about the two men who’d just come into the lounge affected her, and for a moment she felt like she’d taken a ride on the scariest roller coaster ever. The darker haired man, Daniel, appeared big and buff and she wouldn’t be surprised to discover he ate nails for breakfast. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and his face a mask of polite interest that gave nothing away. He’s wearing the same kind of public face I often do. She wondered if that mask, on his part, was motivated for the same reason as her own, but she doubted it. Any sign of emotion on the part of a woman who also happened to be a professional was often read as weakness. To be emotionally transparent, for a woman, was to risk male collogues not taking her seriously.

She doubted anyone failed to take this man anyway but dead serious all the time.

Rob, on the other hand, with his blond hair and very light blue eyes, had the look of a charmer. The sensation of both men’s naked palms against hers as they shook hands shocked her right down to her toes. Since when did she ever feel that kind of electric attraction to any man, let alone two? Before she could martial any words, Mr. Lyons continued speaking.

“Apparently the officers she’s been dealing with at the HPD think—based on no particular facts whatsoever—that Mercy Duncan is on some sort of a wild bender, and will turn up eventually.”

She heard real anger in Mr. Lyon’s words. She looked at him, and realized the emotions she’d sensed hadn’t been any annoyance with her, but his very real annoyance at the way she’d been treated by the HPD.

For the first time since she’d arrived at this club, Colleen allowed herself a small measure of hope.

“Has your sister ever done anything like that in the past?” Daniel Welsh watched her face as she registered his words. She didn’t mind the close scrutiny even if it did make her uncomfortable.

“No, never. We lost our parents when she was ten and I was twenty-five. She knows I’d worry. Mercy has never gone more than a day between contacting either me or our housekeeper, Ellie.”

“The HPD are idiots.” Daniel turned to the owner of the Lyon’s Den. “Chris, did you call Detective Carter?”

Mr. Lyons nodded. “Yes. He’s who’s on his way. I was about to explain to Dr. Duncan that Chance Carter doesn’t work missing persons, but he should be able to light a fire under the asses of those who do.”

“Good.” Daniel turned his attention back to her. “Sit down, Colleen. You’re too stressed. You need to relax.”

She’d felt only slightly compelled to sit down when she’d first accompanied Mr. Lyons into this room and he’d invited her to do so. But that mild sensation wasn’t anything compared to the urge washing through her now. She told herself that it was just that she simply couldn’t keep up the tough act she usually generated any longer. She really didn’t just give in to the need to obey Daniel Welsh. Her sitting was simply a matter of timing.

Colleen gave a slight nod, and turned toward the furniture set about. A comfortable looking love seat beckoned, and she sat at one end of it. None of the three men in the room seemed surprised by her capitulation. She took a moment to surreptitiously look at them as they remained standing. Those nuances must be in my head. Here I am in a BDSM club and my mind is playing tricks on me. Sometimes sitting down was just sitting down. She’d be better off to focus on reality.

Daniel sat down beside her, not on the love seat, but in the arm chair to her left. “Can you tell me why it is you thought your sister was being kept here?”

When he phrased it just that way, her reasons for coming here sounded odd. “I’m sorry, I suppose I was acting…desperate. I’m grasping at straws at the moment. But this was one of the last places I know Mercy had gone, and it was someplace she’d never been before.”

“So, her coming here was out of character for her?”

Colleen shook her head. “No. My sister is the most curious person I know. It’s totally in keeping with her personality to satisfy that curiosity.”

“I’ve checked our membership records,” Mr. Lyons said. He sat down across from her on an ottoman. Rob took the open seat beside her, but sat facing her. She didn’t feel crowded. I don’t feel cocooned, either. That’s my imagination again.

“We have no member named Mercy Duncan.” Mr. Lyons said. “You mentioned your sister was a reporter. Would she have been working undercover? Was she, perhaps, writing a story about my club?”

That thought had never occurred to Colleen. The question was easy enough, though, for her to answer, because she’d seen journalistic zeal in her sister, and what Mercy had displayed as she’d talked about coming here to this club had not been that.

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ADULT EXCERPT 

Daniel used his mouth to claim her pussy as commandingly as he’d claimed her mouth. The cry he tore from her overflowed with need, a need she’d barely acknowledged her entire life but that now threatened to undo her completely. She felt the roughness of his tongue as he lapped at her pussy, as he used it to gather her juice. The brush of it against her clit shot her hips off the bed, or would have, had she not been held down with such strength.

Rob bent over her and ran his tongue over her left nipple. Then he closed his lips over it, gave it a small nip, and sucked her deep into his mouth.

Daniel stopped his oral stimulation. “Don’t come, pet.”

Colleen whimpered. She couldn’t have heard right! Rob’s laughter vibrating against the wet flesh of her nipple told her she had, indeed.

“You may only come when we say so. Let’s see how high you can reach, first.” Rob returned to her nipple while Daniel took long, slow licks of her pussy.

Heat and arousal shivered through her, a titanic force she doubted she could ever control. Her only recourse was to try and distract her mind. Don’t think about how badly you want to come. Think about something else. Colleen closed her eyes and focused on dissecting the human heart, beginning on the right side. Brachiocephalic artery, superior vena cava, right pulmonary artery, right pulmonary veins…her thoughts shattered as horniness bubbled through her like liquid lava, destroying the ability of her mind to focus, to think. Fingers traced the opening of her pussy then gently penetrated her body. Daniel’s fingers…. Again, her thoughts sizzled away, an electrical circuit blown as more pulsing, surging thrills shot from nipples to clit to whatever it was inside her Daniel began to stroke. She bore down, as if she could by pure will stop the erotic swell of Eros’ magic. It grew and grew, and Colleen whimpered, not even realizing she was begging until her words rose in volume.

“Oh, please, please, please, please, please……”

“Come for us, baby.”

Thank God. Those two words were a mere shadow of a thought, overwhelmed by the eruption of her climax, a volcanic explosion so fierce, so wild, she screamed. Heart pounding, pussy pulsing, breath heaving, she didn’t for one moment know if she was having a heart attack along with the best orgasm, ever.

Pleasure so profound filled her. Wave after wave of the most extraordinary thrills lifted her, changed her, so that she didn’t know anything, except a sudden and keen craving for more.

Aftershocks washed through her as she returned to earth. Rob eased back from her, and then Daniel moved up her body, a predator about to claim his prey, moving on hands and knees, his gaze fixed on hers.

She felt the brush of his condom-covered cock against her drenched folds, and could smell the perfume of her climax on his glistening face.

Then he moved, pressing into her, his thrusts short and gentle, but relentless. She hadn’t realized how large his cock was, but welcomed the sting, a sting that seemed to reignite her arousal. Then, finally, she held all of him in the cradle of her body. Colleen had never felt so full, had never loved the feeling of having a man’s cock inside her. She loved this feeling, a lot.

“Wrap yourself around me, give me your mouth, and hold on.”

She didn’t think, she simply obeyed. The flavor of them both in that kiss, darkly carnal, fueled her arousal. His tongue plundered her mouth as completely as his cock plundered her pussy, and Colleen surrendered to the moment, and to the man. Daniel thrust into her, hard and fast and deep and she wanted more and more and more.

The orgasm came suddenly, a full, heaving, throbbing erotic thrill that took her apart down to her last cell, then threw her back together again. On her, in her, Daniel stiffened, then groaned. She felt the pulsing of his cock inside her body, reveled in the heat filling the condom, and cherished the press of his cum filled condom on the edge of her cervix. For a heartbeat she wondered what it would be like if he’d been naked within her. Then the question passed as he allowed himself to rest on her. She held him, this her lover, and she felt new, changed, sated.

He raised himself on his arms, removing most of his weight, but not his presence. His gaze met hers, and the sense he could read her thoughts, though not logical, was real.

“Tell me, pet.”

“It was more than I knew there could be, Sir.” The title tumbled from her lips without thought.

His smile, slow and very smug, somehow tickled her inner woman. She might be destroyed, thanks to him. But he was sated and smug, and that had been all her doing.

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Saturday, December 16, 2017

Earning Her Trust And Her Love Will Be Their Most Rewarding Mission Of All- Stormy Desire by Leah Brooke #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Menage



[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Quatre Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M, HEA]

Stormy James had spent her entire life avoiding Desire, Oklahoma, a town where Dominant, chauvinistic men ruled. As a private investigator, she knew how to take care of herself, but when a case turned deadly, she found herself on the run, and heading toward Desire, and her brother, Logan James, the only man she trusted.

Lucas Hart, Devlin Monroe, and Caleb Ward had been friends with Logan for years, and readily jumped into action to rescue his sister. It didn’t take long for them to realize that she was more to them than just a client, and keeping their emotional distance proved impossible.

Stormy's decision to leave Desire as soon as possible made convincing her to stay even more urgent. Earning the trust of a woman who feared and hated men because of past sexual abuse proved a greater challenge than they’d ever faced.

But, earning her trust, and her love, would be their most rewarding mission of all.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

Sounding distracted, Stormy sighed. “Logan, listen. This guy’s dangerous, and I don’t want you to mess with him. If something happens to me, give the file to that sheriff you trust so much.”

“Stormy, I—”

“I’ve got this, Logan.”

Logan jumped to his feet a split second before Lucas did. “Bullshit!”

“Logan, stay out of it. I’m a big girl and have been handling myself for a long time. Can you assure me that the cop you trust so much can’t be bought?”

Logan smiled and looked at Ace. “As a matter of fact, I can. Ace is sitting here with me now and has already seen the pictures. Lucas, Devlin, and Caleb are here, too.”

Stormy paused, but the sound of her engine sped up, the wind blowing adding to the noise and telling Lucas that they hadn’t lost the connection. “Those friends of yours with the security company? What the hell did you do, Logan? Tell the entire town?”

Lucas frowned at the stress in her tone, something she obviously tried very hard to hide from her brother.

Logan rose again, scraping his hand through his hair, his frustration obvious. “No. I told my friends, who are almost as worried about you as I am. They want to help.”

“I can imagine. You and that town full of Neanderthals are probably chomping at the bit to help a damsel in distress. I’ve got news for you, big brother. I’m no damsel in distress. Not anymore. That sheriff you told me about?”

“What about him?”

“You really trust him?”

Logan took a steadying breath and looked directly at Ace. “With my life and, more importantly, with yours.”

“Got her.” Caleb blew out a breath, turning the laptop around so Lucas, Logan, and Ace could see it. “She’s on the outskirts of Tulsa.”

“What?” Stormy’s voice held a hint of panic that sent a chill of alarm to Lucas’s gut. “You’re tracking me? Damn it, Logan. Do you have me on speaker phone?”

“You’re damned right I do! I need all the help I can get with you. Damn it, honey. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

Patting Logan’s back, Lucas rose, bending low to speak into the phone. “Head for Desire. We’ll meet you.”

“Logan, tell your friend to kiss my ass. I’m flying right through Tulsa and—”

Picking up the phone, Lucas gritted his teeth and headed outside. “This is Lucas Hart. Head to Desire. We’re coming to get you. If you have people after you, you’ll be safer here.”

Aware that everyone followed him out and listened to his conversation, Lucas headed toward his SUV, motioning for Devlin to drive while Caleb watched Stormy’s progress on the computer screen.

“Listen, whoever you are, I—”

Lucas climbed into the back seat with Logan while Devlin slid behind the wheel and Caleb jumped into the front passenger seat, settling his laptop on his lap. “I already told you who I am. Lucas. Lucas Hart. I’m a friend of Logan’s, and I can keep you safe. Turn left at the next intersection.”

“I’m hanging up.”

Logan grabbed his phone back. “Don’t you dare!”

Devlin glanced back at Logan, his eyes hard and cold, his voice laced with fear. “Your sister’s in need of a good spanking.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed briefly on Devlin’s, the sadness and remembered terror in them unnerving Lucas. “She’s been through enough.”

“Logan!”

Logan jolted at his sister’s voice, blinking once, his lips thinning. “We’re on our way to you. Follow the signs for Desire. You’re gonna be on a long two-lane road, lined with trees. We’ll meet you on that road.”

“Logan, I’m not bringing trouble to your beloved town, and I’m certainly not bringing it to you.”

Although aware that Caleb already had Ace on the car speaker, Lucas focused on Logan’s conversation with Stormy.

Ace remained silent, obviously listening to the conversation between brother and sister along with everyone else.

Uneasy that the tension in her voice increased each time she spoke, Lucas shared a look with Caleb, leaning closer to speak into Logan’s phone. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what—”

Lucas clenched his jaw. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about! I can hear it in your voice. Something’s changed in the last few seconds. What is it?”

The silence lasted several heartbeats, allowing them to hear Stormy’s breath catch and the squeal of tires. “They found me. Logan, let your cop handle it.”

Logan paled again. “You’re talking about the guy in the picture?”

Another silence followed, and impatient with her, Lucas snapped. “Talk. Is it the guy in the picture?”

“No. It’s not Sam Kline. Uh, Logan?”

“Yeah, honey?”

Caleb turned to Lucas. “She’s coming up to the turn.”

Logan gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Turn left, honey.”

“Before I do, Logan, there’s something I have to tell you that might change your mind.”

“Nothing will. Turn, Stormy, and step on the gas.”

“Okay. I turned. Damn it, Logan. You have no idea what kind of trouble I’m bringing with me.”

Logan swallowed heavily. “Tell me.”

“Sam Kline put a contract on me.”

“What?”

“Shit.” The unmistakable sound of gunfire and squealing tires tightened Lucas’s gut.

“Yeah. He wants me dead, Logan, so I can’t testify against him—and he’s offered a million dollars to anyone who kills me.”

Lucas shared a look with both Devlin and Caleb, and he could tell they were all thinking the same thing.

Stormy James was in a hell of a lot more trouble than they’d anticipated.

And there was a real possibility that they wouldn’t get to her in time.



ADULT EXCERPT



Lucas slid his hand from her inner thigh to her bottom, his finger gathering her juices and slipping unerringly to her puckered opening. “Now, Stormy.”

It took incredible effort, but she stopped bucking her hips, scared that she would accidentally take Lucas’s finger inside.

Sucking in a breath when he began to apply pressure, Stormy met Devlin’s low chuckle with a glare and turned her attention to Lucas. “Damn it. You would do it, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Caleb groaned and moved from between her thighs. “Devlin, hold on to her. I gotta get undressed and put a condom on.”

Devlin grinned. “With pleasure.” Hooking an arm under her other leg, he grinned down at her. “No escape, baby.”

As soon as Caleb moved away, Lucas pulled her other knee back, pressing his fingertip slightly into her. “One.”

Chills raced through her, fear swept aside at the possessive heat in Lucas’s eyes. “Okay. Okay.” Alarmed at her own dark desires, she moaned when another rush of moisture escaped.

Her bottom clenched, the awareness Lucas had awakened there startling.

Mortified that something so naughty and erotic could excite her, she struggled to steady her breathing and keep her ass and pussy from clenching.

Watching a now naked Caleb roll on a condom, Stormy sucked in a breath, a cry escaping when Devlin began to stroke her nipple again.

A light film of perspiration covered her skin, the heat inside her spreading and sizzling just beneath the surface.

Fighting to remain still, she trembled, the threat of Lucas pushing his finger deeper into her ass no longer as frightening.

Lucas ran a thumb over her clit, moving the fingertip inside her in a slow circle, the barrage of sensations so intense she struggled to breathe. “Two.”

Caleb moved between her thighs, poising the head of his cock at her slick entrance. “Talk, Stormy.”

Pushing against Lucas’s and Devlin’s hold on her thighs, Stormy lifted herself in an attempt to get Caleb’s cock inside her, her movement shifting Lucas’s finger inside her in a way that made her bottom hole sting.

Sucking in a breath, Stormy lowered herself again. “Kathy. It was Kathy.”

Lucas slid his finger free, caressing her puckered opening as if he knew that it stung, but it only made her want more attention there. “Your roommate?”

“Yes!” She groaned when Caleb covered her body with his, taking her face between his hands.

Sliding his fingers over her temple, he pushed her damp hair back. “Look at me, Stormy.”

The combination of tenderness and demand in his voice settled the last of her fears, and looking up at him, she smiled to let him know that she wanted it.

“I want you. Take me, Caleb.”

His big body shuddered over hers. “It’s gonna hurt a bit, but I promise that it’ll be over soon. Once I’m inside you, I won’t move until you tell me to. Okay?”

Feeling more confident by the second, she wrapped her now freed legs around him and lifted herself, sucking in a breath when it forced the head of his cock more firmly against her. “I trust you. Just do it. I hate being afraid. Oh!”

The sting brought back a barrage of memories, memories that melted away at the whispered reassurance and gentle hands moving over her.

Her pussy clenched on Caleb’s cock, making her stiffen in expectation of more pain.

His cock felt harder and hotter than she’d expected, but when he kept his promise and remained still, she gradually began to relax.

Instinctively pushing against him, Stormy struggled to adjust to the incredible fullness, relaxing even more when she felt his body tremble with the effort of remaining still.

Caleb crooned to her, his lips brushing her temples. “I won’t move, Stormy. The pain’s over. No more. Now there’s nothing but pleasure.”

Lucas and Devlin each caressed her shoulders, both men watching her, their eyes gleaming with indulgence, affection, and a hunger that left her breathless.

Gripping Caleb’s shoulders, she met his gaze, experimentally clenching on his cock. A moan escaped at the fullness, and her arousal reignited with a vengeance.

Rubbing her feet over his tight ass, she smiled at his groan and hardened features, feeling closer to him than ever. “Move, Caleb.”

Raising himself slightly, he braced himself on his elbows, his lips twitching. “Bossy woman.”

Cupping the back of her head with one large hand, he began to move, watching her intently.

Although aware that both Lucas and Devlin stayed close, Stormy found herself lost in the feel of Caleb.

Strength and heat surrounded her, Caleb’s cock filling her and creating a delicious friction with every smooth stroke.

She felt secure in his firm hold while his gentle caress and sharp attention made her feel cared for in a way that filled her with confidence.

The brief initial pain had become a distant memory as the pleasure continued to build.

Closing her hands on Caleb’s biceps, she lifted into his thrusts, crying out when he began to move faster.

Shifting his weight slightly, he slid a hand under her, lifting her into his thrusts.

Lost in sensation, she moaned in pleasure at the fullness.

At the incredible friction against her inner walls, each stroke of his hot cock sending her closer and closer to the edge.

She’d expected to feel taken and vulnerable, but she hadn’t expected to feel the feminine power at the knowledge that she pleased her lover.

“Careful, Caleb.”

Even though the concern in Lucas’s voice warmed her, Stormy was too close to coming to want Caleb to take it easy.

“No.” Digging her heels into Caleb’s tight butt, she lifted herself, pumping her hips. “Don’t you dare fucking be careful. Take me like you mean it!”

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Friday, December 15, 2017

Sultry Nights- A Limited Edition Romance Collection- Surprise Love Affairs, Bad Boys and Couples Who Were Meant To Be #Anthology #RomanceNovels

Sultry Nights 

A Limited Edition Romance Collection





Containing Stories from: Nicole Morgan, Jocelyn Dex, Alison Foster, Kate Richards, Linda O'Connor, Samantha Holt, Jerrie Alexander, Whitley Cox, Krista Ames, Ursula Sinclair, Measha Stone, Tuesday Embers, Siera London,  Rachel Shane, Bonnie Phelps, Misha Elliott, 
Alyson Reynolds, Jenna Bayley-Burke,  Madison Michael, Pepper Goodrich, Marcia James, Destiny Blaine



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Blurb:



Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need.

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Featuring:


Frozen- The Martini Lounge
by Ursula Sinclair




Blurb:

Lani

Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me
and I was weeks away from taking my final vows. Then something happened, I met someone and suddenly I questioned everything.


Rom

I’ve always lived my life on my terms. Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell, I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah, I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment.
Only to find out I could never have her.

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Excerpt: 

I’d always been the dutiful child. I was a good student, did as I was told. Never broke the rules. My twin broke them enough for the both of us. I merely tried to protect her. But my decision to become a nun wasn’t made lightly. I’ve always had this need to give to others. I felt an innate emptiness, a sense there was something out there that needed my help—the church.

I nursed my single glass of wine, but as the night wore on, my temples pounded against the noise in the room. I sometimes suffered from migraines and this kind of atmosphere provided fodder to bring one on. Lots of people around, the voices and the thumping music. Thankfully, the women were ready to leave the lounge after a few drinks. Dancing didn’t really seem to be done much in here, more a place to drink and socialize. Although, I could spot the strippers in the room by their distinctive lack of clothing and whatever they rubbed over their bodies to make them glisten. I made it a point not to stare too much at anyone. The reason we’d come to the club had all the women standing up and heading over into one of the other rooms, where the show they’d come to see would take place. That was my cue.

“I’m calling it a night, sis,” I announced as I stood too, rubbing my head.

Lara wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Are you sure? You okay?”

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day and I have a pounding headache. It’s best I leave now.” I squinted, feeling a little lightheaded.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I enjoyed being here with you tonight and celebrating at least a little bit with you and Corrine.”

“Thank you again for coming, Lani,” Corrine said, giving me a quick hug.

“Yes,” Lara added, kissing my cheek. “Thank you. Love you. Feel better.”

She squeezed my arm.

“I will. Love you too.”

“Want me to help you get a cab?” Lara asked

“No, I’ll just call one.”

“Okay. Text me once you get home,” Lara said.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure.” It’s not like I lived alone. I hadn’t moved out of our parent’s house yet. I wouldn’t until I took my novitiate vows in a month, but I worked every day and went to church every other day. Only returned to our parent’s house in time for dinner and to sleep.

I made my way to the elevator while my sister and her companions went in the other direction to one of the rooms for the strip show. Part of me was a little curious and wanted to see one, but the other more practical part of me knew I shouldn’t. Having a drink in a bar was one thing, watching
the strip show, well something else entirely. Besides, the world seemed a little tilted. I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the side to right myself. I’d just pressed the button for the first floor when someone stepped on. My head ached so much I couldn’t even glance up to see who I shared the ride with. I stared at the floor and could see the dark shoes and pant legs, the size hinted at a man.

The door closed, the elevator dropped and my body swayed but I didn’t fall.

The man who now stood behind me said, “Whoa!” He held onto my waist as though to steady me.

“Tha—thank—y…” Something was wrong with my voice. My words didn’t come out right. How much did I have to drink? The elevator door opened and I took a step forward to get out when the entire floor spun up to meet my face, but strong hands held onto me.

“I got ya.”

“Everything okay?”

A male’s voice asked, one I didn’t recognize.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little too much to drink.”

I didn’t recognize the one who answered either. “Na…” I wanted to protest, but the arms holding me up were the only reason I could walk forward. I leaned against his strength, depending on it.

I felt myself being placed in the back of a car. The scent of smoke and stale air made me want to puke. “Cab,” I muttered.

“Yeah, cab.”

Hands reached across my lap to snap my seatbelt, pausing to stroke my breasts. Wrong, this was all Wrong.

“Nooooooo!” I cried out.

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Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego of LaVerne Thompson, an award-winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within our world. She writes romantic suspense and new adult
romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.

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