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The Authors’ Billboard’s 2020 Christmas Box Collection, Dear Santa, is going to be filled with stories about characters who all have special wishes for Christmas.

On your entry, please send us a special wish you’ve made in the past. We will choose the same number of winners as the number of authors in the set (20) and we will pair you together.

The author you’re paired with will dedicate her new Christmas story to you… or whoever you choose. She will also send you a free e-copy of whichever Christmas collection you wish from our website page.

All entries will have their name entered for a $50 Amazon Gift certificate prize.

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Daddy’s Game

Daddy’s Game

by

Felicity Brandon

 

A Dark Daddy story – Book Three

 

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I’m trapped. Helpless. Chained.

With no hope of breaking free.

I don’t know if I’ll get away. Or if I even want to. 

Daddy’s games are addictive. 

He’s a drug. The more I try to leave, the closer he pulls me.

Wherever I go… Daddy will haunt me.

Forever. 

 

Daddy’s Game is the third in the dark and suspenseful series from Amazon bestselling author, Felicity Brandon. Dark adult content is included–you have been warned…

 

Universal Buy link: http://viewbook.at/Game 

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A tidbit to whet the appetite:

 

“I guess I can’t keep up, Daddy.”

He inhaled, wrestling the first pink ribbon into a bow in her hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jared admonished himself. He should have never asked the question aloud. He should have never have engaged her that way. It didn’t matter what she meant, what mattered was she did as she was told.

“It means I never know what to do to make you happy.” She sounded exasperated, tugging her head away from his hands, which were still attempting to arrange the ribbon. “Once moment you want to talk to me, the next you want me silent. One minute you’re angry, the next you’re…” She hesitated, her brow knitting.

“I’m what?”

He had to physically suppress the anger which pulsed through his body at her reply. The nerve of the woman—criticizing him when she was the one causing all of the issues. Couldn’t she see by now what he was trying to achieve? A routine that would finally bring them both pleasure—a new life for both of them. 

“I don’t know.”

In her reflection, Jared saw emotion flare in her eyes, though he couldn’t say if it was fear, fury, or frustration.

“Tender?” she spat the word out. “Sometimes, it seems as though you love me, and other times like you can’t stand the sight of me!”

Jared paused at that. It was a response he hadn’t been anticipating. 

“That’s how it is, baby,” he concurred, pulling at the other side of her hair roughly as he bundled it together for the remaining ribbon. “That’s how you make Daddy feel.”

“So, it’s my fault?” Her eyes widened with disgust. He stared at her for a long moment in the mirror, his fingers pausing the infuriating task at her hair. “I make you feel this way?”

“Of course, it’s you.”

Jared blinked in disbelief. Why was he having this conversation? Why was he even entertaining it? Yet some part of him seemed to need the catharsis—to say what needed to be said, to get it all out there before he came down on her like a ton of bricks again.

“It’s always been you, Sophie.”

He forced the second piece of ribbon into place, discarding the hairbrush onto the bed before assessing his handiwork. Sophie was right about one thing—his hairdressing abilities were seriously lacking, and her hair hung in untidy, wonky pigtails on either side of her head.

“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.”

Hadn’t he told her this before?

“The times you messaged me late at night when your useless fucking husband had left you all alone. I replied to you. I returned those messages. Didn’t I?”

Her brown gaze swam with feeling. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Daddy.”

“For you, Sophie.” Their gazes locked in the mirror. “I did that for you.”

Sophie’s brow furrowed, and she looked away until he snaked his hands around her body, his palms massaging her wonderful, exposed tits. Even after nearly two days, he wasn’t used to having her naked all the time. He doubted he’d ever be used to it.

“The plan I created to get to you, to get into your home. Hiring the van, getting my friends on board.” He waited until her eyes flitted back to his before he continued. “All for you, little girl.”

She nibbled her lower lip, her expression conveying the idea she didn’t quite agree with his argument, but that was irrelevant. It appeared Sophie would never agree and would just have to learn to concede instead.

“And this place.” Jared pressed his body against her nudity, his arms tightening around her. “Everything I did to make this an inviting place for you, Sophie. All of the modifications I made. The playpen, the chair in the kitchen, and your room, Sophie—I decorated the whole damn place for you, baby girl.” Emotion spiked in his voice at the memory of the effort. 

“All. For. You.” He sighed into her hair. “I yield for no one, yet I turn my whole world upside down for you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sure mastery can only be met…

... with absolute submission

 

Today,  on the

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Ashe Barker

 

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Book Two in The Black Combe Doms Series

 

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SURE MASTERY

  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Released 4 February 2020
  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
  • 198,000 words
  • No cliffhangers, HEA

 

 

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Each book in the series is a stand alone novel, but the four are best read as a series, in order.

 

  • Book One : Dark Melodies
  • Book Two : Sure Mastery
  • Book Three : Hard Limits
  • Book Four : Laid Bare
  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Released January and February 2020
  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
  • Four super-length novels
  • Average 186,000 words per novel
  • HEA endings

 

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all four are FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.  Available in paperback too

 

Blurb

 

He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?
Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.
Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.
But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?

 

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

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Excerpt

 

A long silence follows my little outburst. He doesn’t move, but I can feel his eyes on me. Watching, assessing. I wait for his next attack.

Instead, “He raped you? Kenny?” The question is soft, gentle.

I nod. “Yes. Twice.”

“Did you report it to the police?”

Ah, here we go. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I lived with him, slept with him, had sex with him regularly. Who’d have believed me that once or twice it was against my will? And… I was scared of him.”

He nods, doesn’t press me further, seems to accept this explanation. “I knew he was a vicious git. I saw the way he treated you that night. I just didn’t realise… I understand now why you were afraid of Nathan and me when we came to your cottage.” He hesitates, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry for that, and for the way I spoke to you afterwards. I was insensitive and cruel. You are safe here, with me. I hope you can believe that.” He reaches out, tips my chin up with his fingers, gently raising my eyes to his.

I hold his gaze, assertive Ashley back on her soapbox. “Yes, I do believe that. But only because you don’t fancy me. I’m too scrawny, ‘not enough to go around’ I think you said.” The bitter sting of those cruel, dismissive words still bites. Hard. Without thinking about possible consequences I press my point. “And I’m not having any more of that from you either. No more insults, no more belittling me with your personal comments. I won’t let you make me feel small again. Just leave me be, and if you’ve nothing nice to say about me then keep your opinions to yourself, please.”

Gently cupping my chin with his palm, he holds my gaze, his gorgeous eyes now warm, tender almost. And I see respect starting to dawn there. At last, he speaks, his tone low, serious. A hint of esteem there, just maybe.

“Well said, Ashley. You’re right, and I apologise. For the things I said to you, back then and just now. I was rude, cruel, and what I said wasn’t true. The truth is, you’re so lovely you take my breath away—especially naked.” He smiles, probably at my astonished expression—nothing he could have said to me in response would have surprised me more than that. Lovely? Me? My mind’s still turning cartwheels as he continues. “I’m not apologising for finger-fucking you, though, because I did ask. Maybe a bit late, but still… And you seemed to like that bit as I recall. And I’m not apologising for stripping you and spanking you, although I know probably I should. Nathan certainly thinks so. Trouble is, I enjoyed that part too much to be genuinely sorry now. And if you’ve done the research that I suggested you do you might start to have some idea why I enjoyed it. And why you did too. Do you have any idea why, Ashley?”

I shake my head, bewildered, completely lost for words now. Enjoyed it? He hurt me, terrified me. But a quiet little voice at the back of my head is quick to point out what else he did, afterwards, and how powerfully I responded. And how much more he could have done to me as I lay there helpless on my bed, offering no further resistance. But he didn’t. And Tom doesn’t push his advantage now, just as he didn’t then, he simply leaves me be with my thoughts.

He drops his hand, but his emerald eyes are still holding mine. “I shouldn’t have threatened you again just now, even in fun. Forgive me?” His low tone seems sincere, contrite even.

I do believe he means it. He must have decided to take my continued silence as assent because suddenly he’s all business again, his booted feet hitting the flags with a heavy thud as he gets to his feet. “I need to get off. I’ll be back around one, I’ve a Skype meeting scheduled with a supplier so I’ll see you then. Make yourself at home, have a good look round, try to find everything you need but if you get stuck or need to know anything text me. Oh, and just leave the ironing. Okay?”

Stunned at my success, and the tangible shift in our relationship, I can only nod. Assertive Ashley definitely has her moments. He grabs his jacket from a hook on the back of the door and winks at me on his way out. “Have a nice day, Ashley.” He clicks his tongue and the two dogs trot after him. A few seconds later I hear the Land Rover fire up and drive off, and I’m alone in his huge old house.

 

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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TEMPTING PROTECTORS
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When duty and desire clash, the men and women sworn to protect must fight evil while tempting fate and their hearts. Between gunfights, devious killers, eerie murders, a voodoo priestess, and high stakes international terror plots, the twists and turns are nonstop when Tempting Protectors take the leap of love before it’s too late.

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Rock You Like a Hurricane

Today, on the Neverending Blog Tour, I have

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 Rock You Like a Hurricane

 Triple Passion Play

 

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Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Menage

 

 

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Here is what is on the menu:

Lifelong best friends, Tommy Marks and Ken Davidson know each other so well they’re an unstoppable team able to complement respective strengths while ironing out each other’s weaknesses. Neither man can imagine a life without the other, but they never expected to fall for the same women. College student, Trisha Harper is fascinated by the synergy between Ken and Tommy. She’s attracted to both and unable or unwilling to decide which man she likes best.

As the trio prepares to ride out a hurricane together, Tommy and Ken make a gentleman’s agreement promising neither will make a move on Trisha. With the tropical cyclone raging outside and the electricity out, the stakes are high, and their pact might not withstand the eye of the storm. Both men teeter between desire and the fear of rejection and loss, but Trisha has no plans to break up the dynamic duo. For her, it’s all or nothing, and she’s determined to have Tommy and devour Ken too.

Warning: Rock You Like a Hurricane and is a male-female-male (MFM) romance. The story contains sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes with graphic, descriptive language. If you are offended by explicit content, you might want to read a different book. Although the Triple Passion Play series starts out as MFM in book one, the relationship progresses to MMF in later books. Previously published by Liquid Silver Books.

 

Ready for a taste?

TRISHA slapped her cards on the table and gloated. “Read them and strip!”

“Ugh.” Tommy groaned as he peeled his shorts off and dropped them beside him. He was down to his underwear now.

Saliva swirled inside her mouth as her gaze clung to his rippling arm muscles, hard chest, and the hell of a bulge in his navy-blue briefs. She smacked her lips. Yum, yum, yum! I need some of that! Turning her attention to her other opponent, she lifted an eyebrow. “Ken, I think you need to pay up, too. What will it be? The shirt or your shorts?”

Ken answered wordlessly, pulling his shirt off over his head. As he raised his arms, the smoky intensity in his eyes bore into Trisha’s consciousness and threatened to melt her clothes right off her quivering body. She smiled, feasting on Ken’s sinewy, upper body like he was a prime cut of meat. His toned arms and shoulders framed his hard, well-built chest, showcasing his small, round, russet-colored nipples as they contrasted against his smooth, honey-tinged flesh. She pursed her lips, struggling to keep from coming undone as the image of her tongue gliding over his navel popped into her mind. Trisha sucked in her breath as she wrestled back control of her senses.

What luck! Ken losing to her was a near miracle, but she couldn’t expect him to focus on the game while they were hiding out from a big, bad hurricane. As she glanced toward Tommy, she gauged his reaction. Why does he look so pale all of a sudden? Something more than bad weather jitters was boiling under the surface between those two. Trisha held her tongue. Voicing her suspicions of discord without having any idea what had disrupted the balance between Yin and Yang, as she sometimes called the two, would be premature. Instead, she hid her concerns behind the long neck of a beer bottle, taking another swig. Ken gathered the cards to shuffle for another round. Trisha put aside her concerns to focus on her own game.

 

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Submitting to the Doctor

He wanted nothing to do with her but couldn’t turn away from the sorrow reflected in her dark eyes.

Today on NEVERENDING BLOG TOUR 

 

I have BJ Wane

 

 in the Cowboy Doms series

 

SUBMITTING TO THE DOCTOR

 

COWBOY DOMS, BOOK 7

 

 

The only thing they had in common was grief, yet neither could forget one shared night.

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AMAZON:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085RNG787

 

Here’s a nibble:

Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road. 

The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour. 

Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace. 

It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?

This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

AMAZON:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085RNG787

 

Now, take a bite, you know you want to:

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That evening, Lillian started a new painting off a picture she’d taken of Mitchell’s cabin, and was still immersed in putting that scene on canvas late the next day, Friday afternoon. Something about the rustic abode with its backdrop of ice crystal-draped trees and plume of smoke traveling up into the gray sky appealed to her. Before getting stranded there with him, the closest she’d gotten to roughing it was when she and Liana spent a week at a Colorado ski resort, complete with their own private hot tub and an indoor pool. She was quite proud of herself for handling the tight, drafty quarters, limited hot water and basic meals so well, not to mention her autocratic but considerate rescuer. Those off the charts orgasms likely lessened the memory of how uncomfortable those few days were.

The heavy clomp of feet tromping up the side staircase reached her ears as she noticed the time. It ceased surprising her how fast the hours flew by unnoticed when she couldn’t pull herself away from her work. 

Mitchell’s irritated voice followed a sharp rap on the door. “Lillian, I need to talk to you.”

Even annoyed his deep baritone could deliver that warm rush she had never experienced with another man, and that irked her. Striding to the door, she flung it open with a glare. A shiver went through her, but whether from the cold air or the swirling emotion turning his hazel eyes more brown than green, she wasn’t sure. Reminding herself this was his place and she was staying here for free, Lillian lightened her frown and stepped back to let him in.

“What’s up? Did I disobey some unspoken rule of tenancy?”

Mitchell brushed by her, his sheepskin coat flapping open to reveal he was still dressed in slacks and a button up shirt, the attire she’d seen him wearing every morning as he left for the clinic. The fact she couldn’t help glancing out the window at exactly 7:30 a.m. every day this past week was another deviation from her character that puzzled her.

He turned to face her as she closed the door, fisting his hands on his hips. “No, you reneged on our bargain.”

Puzzled, Lillian searched her memory and then recalled the appointment she was supposed to make at his clinic, realizing he was right. Oops. She shrugged and offered him a self-deprecating smile. “Not on purpose. I meant to, but I started a new painting and completely forgot.” Instead of forgiving her, Mitchell narrowed his eyes, his reply amusing her even as it sent a small thrill trickling through her veins.

“Someone should have taken you in hand years ago.”

 

AMAZON:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085RNG787

 

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AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, Oscar, a lovable Goldendoodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first books were strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

 

 

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What he doesn’t know…

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me

 

Today I have the lovely PK Corey visiting us with her fun-loving book:

 

 

Cassie’s Space

by

PK Corey

 

 

Cassie's Space - PK book coverMeet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.

Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.

Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

 

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Here is a bigger bite of goodness!

We were outside on the terrace, watching the sunset and talking, when the phone rang. It was Steve, Sue’s husband. But for now, let’s call him Big Mouth. He and Tom worked on the same project, so his call didn’t seem unexpected. Tom had the phone on conference and I sat listening as they talked business. Just before they hung up, Big Mouth asked, “Well, Tom, can you believe where the girls ended up this time?”

I froze. I’d already had second thoughts about ever bringing out the toys. I’d had my fun just shopping, and I’d started rethinking the wisdom of telling Tom at all. Tom took the phone off conference and let Big Mouth continue. I sat in stunned silence as I heard Tom ask, “Who came up with that idea?” 

I couldn’t take anymore, I got up to go inside, but Tom just mouthed, ‘Sit’. And I sank back into my chair. They talked a bit longer. I couldn’t tell much from Tom’s short comments, but I knew I was in big trouble. I just didn’t know how big until he asked the last question. “Who drove?”

Truly, I promise, the fact that I had a suspended license did not occur to me one time on the trip. Yes, I drove to the shop. I knew the address and I usually drive on our excursions. Sue rented the car, so none of us felt ownership. I just never thought of it. But Tom honed in on that first. Tom hung up and just sat there looking at me. 

Finally, he asked, “Cassie, did you have this planned before you went on your trip? Was this shopping expedition your idea?”

Have I explained that lying is one of the things Tom simply will not tolerate? But I knew none of the girls would let that little piece of information slip. The story we’d agreed on just had us going by the shop on a lark, something funny and unusual to do. I felt complete confidence the girls would stick to that story.  And they did. Unfortunately, I blew it.

Like a fool, I repeated that we had all decided together at the spur of the moment. We had no big plan. It just happened. Tom sat on the rail looking at me. He just nodded for a minute before he asked, “You went in that store, against my wishes, and put those items on my credit card. How much?”

“I didn’t use your card. I took cash. I spent less than seventy-five dollars.” And with that, I fell face-first into the hole I’d dug for myself. I never carry cash. I am lucky if I can come up with a couple of dollars at any time, even when I travel. Tom lectures me about this every time I travel. The fact that I had thought to get cash and take it with me, gave me away and proved to him that I had planned it all along. Way, way too late, I decided to shut up.

 

Meet PK Corey

 

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

 

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

 

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Are some wounds just too deep to heal?

Dark Melodies

Book One in The Black Combe Doms Series

By

Ashe Barker

 

Are some wounds just too deep to heal? Are some risks too great? Some rewards just not enough?

 

 

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DARK MELODIES

 

  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Released 21 January 2020
  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
  • 188,000 words
  • No cliffhangers, HEA

 

 

The Black Combe Doms Series Details

 

  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Released January and February 2020
  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
  • Four super-length novels
  • Average 186,000 words per novel
  • HEA endings

 

Each book in the series is a stand alone novel, but the four are best read as a series, in order.

 

  • Book One : Dark MelodiesSure Mastery - AB BCD-series-poster
  • Book Two : Sure Mastery
  • Book Three : Hard Limits
  • Book Four : Laid Bare

 

Buy Links

All four are FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.  Available in paperback too

Buy Link

 

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Blurb

 

Who knows where pain ends, and pleasure begins?

The chance of a new life out in the wilds of the Yorkshire moors sounds too good to be true to shy musician Eva Byrne. Stifled and smothered within the cocoon of her brilliant academic career, Eva yearns for something different. Something real and exciting. Something she can feel.

Excitement. Passion. Pleasure. She finds that sexy, enigmatic Nathan Darke can provide all these and more when she moves into his home as violin tutor to his young daughter. But Eva’s sensual encounters with her demanding, domineering new employer quickly evoke her deepest fears, as he introduces her to the trauma of submission and marks her with his particularly dark brand of love.

But will Eva’s natural curiosity and thirst for new experiences be enough to withstand the sting of Nathan Darke’s exquisite touch? Will simple surrender be enough as he challenges her every inhibition, taking her on an erotic journey of self-discovery and liberation?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

 

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Darkening, Darker and Darkest, in the series The Dark Side. In this volume the three books in The Dark Side trilogy are published as one combined novel, under a new title, Dark Melodies with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

 

 

Excerpt 3 (clean)

 

“God, is it really that late?” I gasp.

“Yes. Time for your practical,” Mr. Darke says softly, leaning back in his chair. Stretching out his foot, he pushes my violin case toward me across the kitchen floor. “You promised me a demonstration of your…skills. By way of a job interview. Then we’ll decide if you’re a music teacher or not.”

Tired as I am, I know I can handle this. This is my moment. Without a word, I kneel by the violin case and carefully open the lid, then extract the instrument from among the folds of my chiffon skirt. Unclipping the bow from the lid of the case, I stand up. I draw the bow experimentally along the strings, just to hear the tone and make any minor tuning adjustments. I have a good ear, and with only minute twists of the keys on the neck of the violin it is perfect, ready to play.

“Any requests?” I ask.

“No, you choose.” He is still seated at the table, waiting. And apparently not expecting much.

Mrs. Richardson has been bustling around the sink, clearing up after our meal, but she also comes to sit back down, drying her hands. Even Barney has opened one of his eyes. All three settle themselves, watching me.

Stepping slightly farther back, away from the table, I stand facing my audience with the door open behind me. I place the violin under my chin, resting my face against it like a favorite pillow, and draw in one long breath. I let it out slowly, and again. My feet are planted firmly, about a foot apart. I am relaxed, grounded. In my element. Now, at least, this I am good at.

Leaning into the violin and closing my eyes, I start one of my favorite melodies, not really written for violin—but I think it works beautifully and I love it. The opening, evocative strains of Ravel’s ‘Boléro’ fill the room. I don’t need to look up or hear his sharp intake of breath as he recognizes the piece, to know that Mr. Darke is stunned. He didn’t expect this from me. I am glowing inside because I know, at last, I have him.

I hear a slight noise behind me and open my eyes to see Mr. Darke leaning slightly to see around me. Placing his index finger vertically across his mouth, he signals for quiet, then beckons with his hand. A little shadow slips around and past me.

A small girl—impossibly pretty, with long, straight dark hair—runs across the room, climbs onto his knee and puts her little arms around his neck. She looks sleepy and is wearing a long, pale pink nightie. Her feet are bare. He hugs her, whispers something in her ear that makes her smile, and he kisses her hair. Then they both turn back to me, silent, watching, listening intently as I continue to play.

Completely in my element, absolutely in control of my audience, the music, the instrument, I sway gently as I slowly, surely develop the piece. I build the melody, pouring my own energy into it, louder, faster, ever more compelling as my bow flies back and forth across the resin-heavy horsehair strings. Unerring, every note perfect, I feel the familiar pull of the evocative music and lose myself in it, completely alert but at the same time only dimly aware of my surroundings, my audience. I coax the music toward its crashing crescendo. I am so exhilarated, so pumped up I feel sure I can fly in that moment, but as the final note dies away I am also aware of feeling drained, as if my last dregs of energy were poured into that piece.

No one moves. No one speaks. In the silence that follows, I straighten and stand before them, violin in my left hand and bow in my right, both now pointed down at the floor. Raising my eyes, I meet Mr. Darke’s gaze.

His face is still, expressionless, but his beautiful dark brown eyes are warm, admiring, the passion of the piece not lost on him. I feel a clenching low down in my belly, glad that I have somehow affected him, touched him. We stare across the kitchen at each other for long moments before he finally comes to his feet, holding the little girl in his arms.

“Bravo, Miss Byrne,” he says softly, bowing his head to me. “That was superb.”

 

 

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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