His gifts are beyond price

His gifts are beyond price, the rewards of submission.

 

Sure Mastery

 

Book Two in The Black Combe Doms Series

 

By Ashe Barker

 

 

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The Black Combe Doms Series Details

 

  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM

  • Four super-length novels

  • HEA endings

 

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

 

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

 

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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.

 

Find you are more hungry that imagined? Then you had better be prepared to buy the whole meal after you take a bite because it is SO DELICIOUS: (and it’s on KU)

 

Assertive Ashley makes one last-ditch attempt. “If I agree to this, if I let you spank me, it’s absolutely the one and only time. You’ll never lay a hand on me again after this.”

I stand my ground and he looks at me, his gaze assessing. And unexpectedly warm. His tone is soft when he speaks to me, almost caressing.

“If you say so. Well then, let’s see if we can release your inner submissive, just this once.”

I can’t contain my snort of disbelief. “I hardly think so. Inner doormat might be more like it. Inner punchbag maybe. But you’re wrong—I’m none of those things anymore.”

He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. Despite my fear, my outrage at this madness that he’s apparently convinced me could actually happen, that look still curls my toes in a way Kenny never managed. I wish desperately that I’d met Tom Shore in different circumstances. Who knows, I might even have… No, I wouldn’t. Surely I couldn’t. Could I? 

Not that he needs to know any of this. I hold his gaze, defiant, determined, my inner turmoil safely buried along with any treacherous inner submissive that might be lurking. His next words stun me.

“No, I agree. I don’t know what it is you think you’re not anymore, but what I have in mind has nothing at all to do with being a doormat or a punchbag. ‘Shaz’ might have been that once. I saw that much on the riverside in Bristol. But I suspect Ashley McAllister is something entirely different.”

What? What does he see in me that even I can’t recognise? How is this different? My puzzled frown just makes him chuckle softly, as though he knows something I don’t. Then, “Ashley, the robe?”

“Why? Why do I have to undress? Can’t you just…?” Assertive Ashley gives up the battle and I’m whispering, and now starting to shake again.

His tone hardens—there’s something more there now, an air of command, demanding obedience. “I want you naked. I want you scared, humiliated, hurting. Like I was. The robe, Ashley. Now.”

Out of options and done with words, I stand. I’ve accepted his ‘terms’ and now I just want to get this over with, get through it as best I can. At least now I know what’s in store, and I know I can survive it. 

My hands shaking violently, I start to unfasten the belt holding my robe closed. I’m clumsy, fumbling, desperately embarrassed. Never an exhibitionist, never even remotely confident about my body, I don’t recall even Kenny seeing me completely naked. He was never that interested. My body’s no great shakes, five foot one and skinny as a rake. And I’m now finding my natural modesty is a powerful inhibitor. I can’t undress in front of this angry stranger any more than I can sprout wings and fly round the room. I stand there, clutching my robe closed. I can’t even look at him, though I can feel his eyes on me. I’m surprised to realise that stripping for him is more of a challenge than accepting the spanking was.

“I can’t. Please don’t ask me to do this.” My voice is quiet, tiny, a scared, pathetic whisper as I stand there, trembling, dreading the next few moments. I’ve never fainted in my entire life, but I suspect I could easily manage it now. This is his cue, surely. His one opportunity to tell me it’ll be okay, to promise not to hurt me. To say something, anything, that my so-called inner submissive might recognise and respond to.

Taking pity on my dilemma perhaps, he closes the distance between us, just a couple of paces in my tiny living room. I try to back away, but the chair is behind me, there’s nowhere for me to go. Surprisingly gentle, Tom Shore takes my hands, opening my fingers carefully to release my grip on the towelling. He takes the lapels, leaning in to murmur in my ear, “Don’t look so stricken, Ashley. This bit doesn’t hurt. And maybe, if you let yourself, you might find the rest of the experience less horrendous than you imagine.” I feel his breath on my neck as he pauses, then, “You might even enjoy it.” 

And that’s it. Might even enjoy it! Fat chance! There are no more words of comfort on offer. If this is the best he can do my inner submissive will be staying well buried it seems. Good riddance—she’d only get me into more trouble.

 

 

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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Taunted

Today, I have the lovely and talented:

Felicity Brandon

and her book

Taunted

Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book Two

 

 

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She showed me the light when she came into my life.

And reminded me just how dark love can be.

 

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She showed me the light when she came into my life.

And reminded me just how dark love can be.

I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.

It was a pleasure.

That should’ve been the end of it.

I didn’t expect things to get this intense.

I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.

I need her soul to be mine.

But we have a new threat looming over us.

Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.

We need to play this carefully.

Or else…

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Dalton’s mouth skimmed over her lips, capturing her attention in an instant. “I’m going to pound you so hard, Delilah.”

Arousal pooled at her core with his words. “Yes, sir.”

She was brazen now, incapable of resisting Dalton’s allure, and with no desire to even try anymore.

He nodded his head at her. “I’m glad we’re aligned on this.”

With one sharp tug, he yanked her panties down her thighs, guiding them to her feet. Delilah’s breathing accelerated at his show of force. Fuck, he was hot when he was like this. He could take her all bloody day long when he was in this mood.

Dalton guided her from the fabric at her ankles, tugging her forward in the direction of the couch. “Over the arm.”

His instruction was curt, and as she turned toward his face for reassurance, Delilah saw the grin there and she went willingly, draping the top half of her body over the raised arm.

“Legs apart.”

She panted at the order, but complied at once. She wanted this. It was as sexy as hell being exposed and available to Dalton, and even ignoring the growing pressure at her neck, she waited for the real fun to begin, her heart racing inside her chest.

“What do you want, firecracker?” Dalton’s words rang out over her head.

“You, sir.” He reply was reflexive, and desperate.

He smacked her arse, not hard enough to really hurt, but with enough force to make her yelp. “What about me?”

“Your cock.” She practically screamed the word, relishing the way Dalton always made her spell it out.

There was no hiding with him.

There never was.

“Tell me then.”

“I need your cock, sir.” Delilah barely recognized the voice of the woman who responded. She was so breathy and full of need. Surely, it couldn’t be her?

“You want my cock?” Dalton’s voice was full of glee.

Fuck, yes! The thought imploded in her head. You know I want it, Dalton. Why are you making me wait?

The sound of his laughter filled the air. “Beg for it.”

“What?” Delilah gasped.

“You heard me,” he snarled, his words registering in her ears just before he spanked her again. And the strike was harder this time. Much harder, the pain spreading out across her cheeks. “And you know how to address me.”

She panted at this stern version of her lover. “Sorry, sir. Yes.”

“So?”

Delilah inhaled. Begging for his cock? Christ, why was that making her so wet? Yet it was. She could feel the moisture at her pussy and it was for him. It was all for him.

“Please may I have your cock, sir?” Delilah cringed into the couch with the words, grateful that she didn’t have to look Dalton in the eyes.

“In your cunt?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And in your arse?”

Delilah tensed. In her arse—was he serious? “Sir, we’ve nev—”

Her sentence was ended by the giant palm that crashed down upon her exposed backside again and her lips parted with the pain.

“Answer the question. Do you want my cock in your arse or not?”

The query resounded around her mind. Did she want it there? Delilah had successfully fought off every man who’d tried to fuck her there in the past, but now, with Dalton, the idea didn’t seem so repugnant.

Rather, the notion of submitting to him that way sounded hot.

“I don’t know, sir.”

Dalton swatted her backside again, and Delilah winced at the impact.

“Don’t lie to me, Delilah.” His voice was almost a growl.

She flustered, wishing suddenly that she could just get up and talk to him, but her face was flush against the couch, her legs immobilized by Dalton’s body behind her. “I’m not lying!” she insisted. “I’ve never been fucked there before.”

His fingers trailed a line softly across the curve of her arse. “Really?”

Dalton sounded surprised. Sardonic almost.

“Yes, she panted. “Sir.”

“Your cunt it is then,” he decided, pulling away from her body just enough to line the tip of his cock at her labia. “Let’s hear you beg for it.”

Delilah’s hands balled into fists at her back. Why was he making her ask again?

“And I’d suggest you don’t keep me waiting, firecracker. Or I’ll find something for that pretty arse right now.”

That made Delilah start. She’d been reassured by the way Dalton had veered away from the topic of anal sex at her admission, but the thought he might try and change his mind about that filled her with dread. “Please, sir,” she blurted. “Please fuck my pussy with your cock.”

One of his hands skimmed over the skin of her bound arms. “As you wish, beautiful.”

He impaled her then, one swift thrust that stretched and filled Delilah’s pussy in the most scintillating way. That was what she’d needed. That was what she’d waited for.

Delilah’s mouth opened, but there were no words, just a low guttural moan.

 

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Submitting to the Cattleman

Today, I have the lovely,

B.J. Wane

and her latest release:

SUBMITTING TO THE CATTLEMAN

 

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Succumbing to a stranger was foolhardy, but not as risky as trying to deceive a Dom.

 

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Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?

 

 Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.

Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed.

Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?

This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.

 

She was a one-night stand following his rescue, but he couldn’t forget her haunted eyes.

 

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EXCERPT-R

Kurt reached the loft and spotted Leslie bound on the St. Andrew’s Cross right away. As he eyed her slim, bare back, spread legs and white, soft ass, he didn’t know who to be pissed at the most, her or his dad. He shouldn’t have let Leland goad him into an argument right before he’d left. If the stubborn coot didn’t want to go to therapy or work at getting back on his feet, Kurt ought to leave him alone to stew in the misery of his own making. The problem was, he cared too much to do that, just as his strong feelings for Leslie wouldn’t allow him to give up on her regardless of her continued obstinance. Maybe, if those glimpses of a desperate, lonely ache reflected on her face weren’t continuing to wreak havoc with his conscience, starting with the first time she’d looked up at him, he would find it easy to wash his hands of her and walk away.

Between wanting to solve the mystery of her solitary life and the driving lust to fuck her in every way possible, he wasn’t about to let this little rebellion deter him from his goals. Mitchell flicked him a questioning look as he approached, checking the tightness of the ankle cuffs before rising to greet him.

“Kurt. I hope your scowl isn’t because of something I’ve done.”

“No, in fact I’d like to thank you for preparing my sub for me.” Leslie’s muscles tightened under Kurt’s hand as he caressed her clenching buttocks.

Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his gaze cutting toward Leslie. Fisting a hand in her long hair, he pulled, lifting her head. “Is this true, you’re with Master Kurt?”

She bit her lip, both men noticing the guilt swirling in her eyes as she looked from one to the other before her trembling mouth went taut and she replied with a thread of defiance coloring her tone. “We never agreed to be exclusive.”

Kurt winged one brow upward and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t share. In case I neglected to mention that, now you know.”

Moving back, a hint of amusement crept into Mitchell’s expression. “I’ll step aside and let you two work this out. Leslie, look me up if you decide to ditch Master Kurt again.”

Kurt waited until Mitchell walked away before leaning against Leslie’s back, loosely circling her neck with his hands and whispering in her ear, “Don’t you think you should have told me before you accepted another Dom’s invitation?”

“I didn’t think it would matter.”

A slight tremor ran through her body as he tightened his hands on her throat, just enough to remind her of his control, and what she’d agreed to. “Once again, you thought wrong, and you’re not being completely honest. You’d rather back away than risk revealing more about yourself, like you did last night.”

She tried to turn her head to look at him then released her breath in a huff when his hold wouldn’t allow it. Her throat worked under his hands as she swallowed and said, “You have no right to pry.”

Now it was his turn to sigh with exasperation because, damn it, she was right. Stepping back, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arched back and palmed her buttocks. “You’re right about that, but not about how you let me know you weren’t happy with me.” Digging his fingers into the soft globes, his thumbs slipped between the fleshy mounds to tease the sensitive area. “I’m disappointed you would resort to such a tactic instead of talking to me. Five swats with my belt or say red and we’re done. What will it be?”

Leslie couldn’t think straight, not with Master Kurt’s hands on her, the displeasure in his deep voice filling her with guilt and regret. She’d been a fool. What made her believe she could simply walk away from him now when she couldn’t forget him after one night together? Now she found herself torn between her ever-growing need for one man and her determination to ensure no one else would come to harm because of their association with her.

She heard the slide of his belt as he removed it and quaked inside. Goosebumps popped up across her backside as he trailed the supple leather over her flesh. To this day she didn’t understand how an aching, hot butt could calm her rioting emotions while drawing tears of discomfort, or how the hurt could eventually morph into pleasure. But there was no denying her body sang in tune to the silent threat, warmed to the promise of blissful pain and the pleasure induced forgetfulness it could lead to. If he allowed it.

Kurt reached around and cupped one breast before pinching her nipple. “Give me your answer, Leslie.”

Need won out over good intentions and she succumbed to the pull of that deep, commanding tone. For the first time in almost four years, she didn’t want to think in terms of ‘what if’, instead, opting for ‘why not’. “I’ll take the swats, Sir.”

 

 

AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  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 book was 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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#IStandWithAllison

Things are beginning to explode. Instead of taking cover- #IStandWithAllison

The following message is not from me: I am simply sharing it in hopes that the lunacy will be ended . I am sharing as requested.

Update (LONG POST, BUT PLEASE READ AND SHARE):

Apparently, lies are being spread that Allison Tee, who’s real name is Allison Travis, was not arrested on March 3rd, 2020, and arraigned on March 4th, 2020. This is an absolute lie. Allison WAS arrested, in front of her husband and children, that night. If she wasn’t arrested, why was she arraigned on blatantly false charges on March 4th, 2020?

If you want to do the research for yourself, for PROOF that there is no photoshop, editing, or alterations made to this picture, follow this link:

1. https://eapps.courts.state.va.us/ocis/landing/false
2. Scroll to the bottom of the page; click accept.
3. At the top left, click on the dropdown labeled, “Name.” Select “Case Number.”
4. At the top right, click on the dropdown labeled, “Court Please Select “Ablemarle General District Court.”
5. In the box labeled, “Enter a Case Number here,” copy the following number: GC20002474-00
6. Click search.

Here is your proof that these charges were filed. The fact that people do not believe that an individual filed these charges against Allison is utterly ludicrous. Especially when that individual does not have a track record of being truthful.

Please, share this message across social media. These attacks on someone’s character, that many of you know personally, are inexcusable and revolting. The fact that there are people who know her on an even more personal level that do not believe this is happening is…frankly pathetic and very telling on what kind of people they are as well.

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Desires: When secrets conflict with dreams

Welcome to this week’s Neverending Blog Tour and my guest is:

Daryl Devoré

and her contemporary billionaire romance

Desires

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The Heat rating of this sassy book is  – 4 out of 5 hot peppers

 

Blurb

When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn’s dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.

 

N.B. This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title FL.E.S.H. The edition has a new title, new cover and has been revised.

 

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Peyton dropped the towel and sat next to Flame on the bed. “I think it’s time that I give you a proper good morning.”

“I think I love the sound of that.” She giggled. “Back in two secs.” She bolted across the room. A moment later she jumped back onto the bed and squirmed her perfect ass against the sheets.

He leaned forward. His lips meeting hers, softly at first, but passion bubbled, and their tongues danced about each other. A jolt hit his cock as she raked her teeth across his bottom lip. He kneaded her flesh. Her erect nipples peaked out from between his fingers. When he tickled his fingertips across her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Open your eyes. Why do women always hide? Watch me. Watch how you respond. You’re so hot. Your nipples react so—” He interrupted himself by wrapping his lips around her right rosy bud and caressing it with his tongue. “See. Look how firm and… perky it is.”

Flame giggled.

He shook his head. “Yes, I said perky. I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before, but it describes your nipples perfectly.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her left bud. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh and then slipped her nipple between his teeth, closing his lips around it.

Flame’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths lengthened to long, deep, contented sighs.

While he lost himself in the pleasure of her breasts, Peyton stroked her dark brown patch of hair. He tapped the insides of her thighs, asking her to open her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his finger from her pussy to her clit. He caressed the sides and circled her nub.

Flame tensed. Moans rumbled in her throat. Peyton slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling the inside of her while his thumb made random circles on top of her clit.

She gripped the sheets, pulled her knees up, and splayed them to the sides, giving him more room to manoeuver. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a moan and a first spasm. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed.

He didn’t stop. He kept a steady pace, helping her revel in her pleasure. With a shudder, she relaxed. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, he whispered, “That’s the proper way to say good morning.”

 

How will she ever pull it off?

Today I have Sierra Brave with her Holiday smash:

 Triple Naughty Christmas

by

Sierra Brave

Triple Passion Play – Book Four

 

Blurb

Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she’s conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha’s family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she’s cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.

Trisha, Tommy, and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they’ve built together but are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way union still hasn’t worn off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio’s undoing. The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.

 

 

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Two husbands, four kids, a gaggle of nosy neighbors, a car accident, the best present ever, a naughty party, and a mother-in-law expected for Christmas. How will Trisha ever pull it off?

 

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Here is a taste of Triple Naughty Christmas:

It is your last taste of the holidays til next season.

 

“Whoa, cowboy, just where do you think you are going on Christmas Eve?” Trisha grabbed Ken around the waist while spearing him with a glare fierce enough to hold him in place as if he were a butterfly pinned to a 4-H, spreading board.

“Calm down, I’ll be back. I just have to run by the office.” As Ken held his hand in place on his head, Trisha noticed the touch of gray budding around his ears, the only indication he was a day over twenty-five. She examined his wrinkle-free face and sighed—regardless of his beauty, she wouldn’t let him get away with skipping out on family time.

“No, no, no, the office is closed! If you have to work on a holiday, at least do it from your home office.” Her bottom lip pushed upward, pressing against the top one and progressing towards a full pout.

Tommy rushed to his best friend’s rescue. “Geez, don’t do that to the poor guy. No one can argue with that face. It’s too cute.”

“Beware the pout.” Ken agreed with a nod.

Her nostrils flaring, she sulked, folding her arms across her chest as she turned her ire on Thomas. “So. you think it is okay for him to run out to work and leave us?”

“I’m sure Ken has a good reason for abandoning us.” Tommy lifted and lowered his eyebrows mischievously at Ken.

“Weak, Tommy…seriously weak…Thanks for having my back.” Ken’s lips pinched together as he stared at his husband. “I need to go get something I forgot.”

“I think you forgot it’s Christmas. What could be so important it can’t wait until after the holiday is over?” Trisha cleared a dish off the counter, keeping her eyes down while aggressively scrubbing the Formica with a damp sponge. “We’re supposed to bake treats and go see a movie. It’s our tradition.”

While turning his back to the kids and facing her, Ken nudged her arm until he got her to look at him. He widened his eyes, lifting his eyebrows high up his forehead. “I dunno, Trish. What do you think couldn’t wait until after Christmas?”

Her spine snapped straight and she pushed her shoulders back as his use of the word “dunno” caught her attention. Ken knew every damn thing, and if he didn’t, he sure as hell wouldn’t admit it. Getting the hint, she closed her eyes and shook her head as she remembered Ken had hidden a dragon’s horde of presents for the kids in the coat closet of his office. I’m a total jackass. She mouthed, “Sorry,” before anchoring a kiss onto Ken’s pink lips. He cupped the side of her face and pushed into the smooch, ignoring the retching sound effects coming from his children.

After separating, he pressed another peck against Trisha’s forehead before threatening, “You guys better cut it out or I’ll give your daddy an even longer good-bye lip-lock.”

While holding his hands up in a halting stance, Todd’s face filled with pained annoyance rather than true disgust. “That’s it. I’m out. If there is anything worse than seeing your papa kiss your mom, it has to be watching him kiss your dad! Peace!” He stuck out his index and middle fingers and folded down the other two and his thumb to make the sign before jumping off his stool and striding out the laughter-filled room.

 

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What’s a lady to do when she’s boarded by ruthless brigands and barbarous buccaneers, kidnapped on the lawless High Seas?

Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.  

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She knows it’s forbidden but how can she resist… a pirate’s pleasure.

 

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RAVEN

by Ashe Barker

 

ROGUE BOOTY

by Golden Angel 

 

THE BLOND DEVIL OF THE SEA

by Celeste Barclay

 

BOUGHT BY THE BUCCANEER

by Vanessa Brooks 

 

TAKEN BY SIN 

by Sky Purington

 

THE SEA WOLF

by Lee Savino

 

EDWARD’S LAW

by Felicity Brandon

 

PIRATE’S RUIN 

by Marie Hall

 

OWNED BY THE PIRATE

by Sue Lyndon and Celeste Jones

 

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PURSUING HER PIRATE

by Jaye Peaches

 

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Edwards’s Law by Felicity Brandon

The Dexterity—designed to be the pride of the King’s navy, is mine.

Or, at least, she should have been, had the scoundrel Edward Law not waltzed into Christy’s auction house and stolen her from right under my nose.

But if Law thinks he can claim what rightfully belongs me to me, then he has another thing coming.

No man can make demands on me, be he gentleman, or otherwise.

I won’t concede to his dark, brooding eyes. I won’t surrender to his iron will.

Edward Law means nothing to me…

 

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Edward smiled. “As you can see, I have news of my own.”

He tilted his head in the direction of Alice, and for an excruciating moment, both men turned and regarded her. Alice’s face burned with embarrassment, and instinctively, she lowered her gaze, her attention falling on the stiff ropes at her wrists.

“A woman, Captain?”

“Very observant, Carlisle,” said Edward with a laugh. “Yes, a stowaway by the name of Alice Jaggers.”

“But a woman, sir,” the other man repeated. “It’s bad luck to have a woman onboard.”

Alice lifted her chin with interest. Bad luck, huh? This could be her way off the vessel altogether.

“Only if you subscribe to superstitions,” countered Law in an amused tone. “Which as you know, I do not. It is not luck that has brought us good fortune in the past but our own fortitude.”

Carlisle raised his brows but said nothing to protest. “How did she get on board, sir? And what are we to do with her?”

Alice’s belly twisted at the last question, her gaze darting once more to Edward Law. Until today, he was a man she had barely even contemplated—the man at the auction, a name on a list at Christie’s, but nothing more. Now, it seemed Mr. Law held Alice’s destiny in his hands, and she was heady with the new reality.

“I found her hidden in my quarters,” explained Edward as he turned to face Alice. “As for your second query, Carlisle, we are not going to do anything with her. As captain, our guest is my responsibility.”

She gulped at the way he made that sound, suddenly unsure if she should be grateful or afraid—worse was the way Alice’s body was reacting to the tattered captain. Where she had previously been disgusted by the sight of the man, she was fast becoming compelled. The weight of his stare and his authoritative presence had affected Alice in ways she could never have foreseen, and as she met his gaze again, she was perturbed by the way heat pooled beneath her gown.

“I should like you to stand guard outside my door while I address the crew.” Edward’s focus was back on Carlisle now. “I am sure you can understand I cannot have any of the men stumbling upon her by mistake.”

Carlisle turned to look at Alice, his brown eyes drilling into her. “Aye, sir,” he responded after a moment. “I can understand.”

Law moved toward him, resting his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “I would trust only you with this objective, my friend,” he said solemnly. “Keep her safe for me.”

“You can count on me, Captain,” Carlisle smiled, revealing two crooked front teeth.

“Good. Then I must depart.” Law turned in Alice’s direction, fixing her with a hard stare. “I shall not be long, but until that time, behave yourself.”

Alice pulled in a deep breath as both men stalked from the room. She watched as the door slammed closed behind them, imagining Carlisle waiting just beyond. A potent myriad of emotions stirred as she heard what she assumed to be Law’s boots pacing away.

No man had ever spoken to her that way. Even her father had treated his only daughter with courtesy and respect when he addressed her.

Alice blinked, shaking her head as she processed what she was feeling.

On the one hand, she was embarrassed at her current predicament, entirely of her own making, and no idea how it would be reconciled, but on the other hand, she was seething with indignation at the way she had been treated. The way Law had spoken to her—dressing her down like a servant. Her face flamed as she recalled his proximity and the way he had touched her—the nerve of the man—then had somehow made her admit the error of her ways aloud. That was a feat no one had achieved before. Alice may have been guilty, but she would never have admitted such, especially to a stranger.

She sighed, eyeing the captain’s quarters as she struggled against the ropes. Being bound this way was intolerable—just like Law’s insufferable arrogance and the way he made assumptions about Alice. He assumed she would obey him and would be pliant to his plans. She snorted—the man had a lot to learn about Alice Jaggers if he thought she would remain compliant. She had not sneaked her way on board just to end up his bound captive, yet even as resentment burned in her blood, there was also something else. His commanding presence, just like the bondage, had stirred something in Alice.

Something she had not expected.

Something that felt like desire.

 

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