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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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Other books in the Triple Passion Play series:

Can love between three survive? 

 

Rock You Like a Hurricane 

The Power of Three

Baby Makes Four

 

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PIRATES, PASSION AND PLUNDER 

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Pirates make their own rules.

 

We have an anthology of Pulsating Pirates and Plundered Ladies surrounded in Pulsing Passion.

 

PIRATES, PASSION AND PLUNDER 

 

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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.  

Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands. 

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

 

*Warning : Bodices will be ripped!* 

 

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Discover seventeen wicked historical romances, in ‘Pirates, Passion and Plunder’

 

THE CAPTAIN’S CAPTIVE

by Victoria Vale

 

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

 

TROUBLED WATERS

by Jane Burrelli 

 

PURSUING HER PIRATE

by Jaye Peaches

 

HIS STOWAWAY 

by Measha Stone

 

HIS WICKED WAYS

by S. Cinders

 

CUT AND THRUST

by Simone Leigh

 

PIRATE’S PLEASURE

by Mariah Stone 

 

LADY EVANGELINE’S PIRATICAL PERSUASION

by Emily Tilton

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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…

 

Snippet from Edward’s Law

 

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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Viking Surrender Series… is here

Introducing the: Viking Surrender Series

 

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  Prologue and Brandr

by

Ashe Barker

 

Love hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?

The steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the ‘Vikings’ boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues… so you can find out ‘what happens next’ for all nine couples.

If you’re yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you’ve a real treat in store.

For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited. 

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Blurb

A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.

A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Begin the journey here…

Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

 

Vikings : The Prologue by Ashe Barker (Viking Surrender #1)

 

Essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetiser absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.

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Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Excerpt from Vikings:  The Prologue

“We shall not surrender, nor shall we flee…. this is an unequal contest, and we cannot win. To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”

“Better to die with honour—”

“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”

Rhiannon gaped at her. “Are you quite mad? You would have more success seeking to bargain with a wildcat, or that wolf which Ailsa insists upon keeping.”

“They are men, not animals. They will listen to reason.”

“That is a matter of opinion. I still say—”

“For once, Rhiannon, please, just do as you are told. Put down that weapon and go hide with the others. I shall go and speak with these…these…Norsemen.”

“You are bent on this madness?”

“It is the only way…”

“Then, if you insist upon facing them, I shall be at your side. I consider this a foolhardy notion, but I will not let you go alone.”

Despite Rhiannon’s belligerent tone, Eithne had never been more pleased to have her at her side. Theirs was not an easy relationship, it never had been, but Eithne loved her sister by marriage and was proud of her courage. “Ah, my sister. I see your father in you, and your brother. I shall be glad to have you with me, but by all that is holy, you must keep quiet and let me do the talking.” Eithne turned and dashed towards the path leading down into the narrow cove where the Vikings’ ships already swooped in towards the beach. “And put that damned sword away before someone gets hurt.”

“You are muttering to yourself. What are you saying?” Rhiannon scrambled behind Eithne down the cliff path.

“I am trying to recall a few words of Norse. There were Nordic settlers close to my childhood home on Orkney, and I picked up a few phrases. I thought if I were to greet them cordially…”

“You imagine you might resolve this situation by wishing them a pleasant morning and discussing the weather?”

Eithne did not blame Rhiannon for being incredulous. She could barely believe it herself. But if words were to be her weapons, she would do her best to assemble the best ones.

They emerged from the path onto the sand and shingle, at the same instant that the leading dragon ship swept onto the beach. Already the first of the warriors were leaping over the sides into the surf, wading ashore.

“Wait here,” Eithne commanded. “And say nothing.”

She stepped forward. Alone.

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Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surender #2) by Ashe Barker

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Excerpt from Brandr

She lay still and allowed his teasing, his gentle knowing, but she flinched and let out a sharp hiss when he pinched her nipple. The bud had hardened under his ministrations, poking against the fabric of her shift, begging to be squeezed.

He leaned over her, his weight on one elbow.

“Take this off,” he commanded.

“I…”

“Take it off. I would have you naked in our bed. Always.”

“Yes, Viking,” she murmured and knelt to draw the garment over her head. She clutched it, briefly, in front of her breasts, then tossed it to one side and raised her chin to meet his gaze.

Odin’s teeth, but she is beautiful. Brandr bit back a groan, then cupped her face between both his hands. He brushed his mouth over hers and was rewarded when she parted her lips for him. Slowly, cautiously, she raised her hands to rest them on his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His tongue dived deep, curling, dancing with hers. Her hair was loose and fell across his hands in silky, ebony waves, then spread over the mattress as he eased her back onto the pallet.

Brandr supported his own weight on his elbows and continued to kiss her. Eithne writhed under him. She tunnelled her elegant fingers through his loosened locks and twisted the strands around her small fist as though she was afraid to let go. He broke the kiss, but only for a moment before shifting to fasten his lips around one pebbled nipple.

Eithne arched and let out a cry. Brandr sucked, scraped the sensitive bud with his teeth, then sucked harder. She wriggled and squirmed against him so, encouraged, he shifted to the other breast, at the same time using his fingers to roll and squeeze the slick, swollen nub he had abandoned.

“Viking,” she muttered, then, “Brandr.” Her voice rose as she cried out his given name.

Her arousal built, stoked as much by her fear and anxiety, her relief, perhaps, at having found a protector, and the sensation long denied since the loss of her husband. Brandr cared not what lay at the root of her surrender, but he would exploit the factors at his disposal. He reached down with his hand, stroking the soft mound of her stomach, then parting the soft wisps of hair which guarded her entrance.

Despite her obvious pleasure in his touch, she stiffened. He paused, but only for a moment, enough to allow her to accept, to comply.

He would not force her, though she was not to know that. She relaxed, her muscles softening and she spread her thighs for him.

“Beautiful, little Pict,” he whispered into the shell of her ear. “Trust me. I will not hurt you.”

“Y-you mean to take a switch to me,” she murmured back.

“Not tonight. Tonight, I shall hear your cries for an entirely different reason.”

Meet Ashe

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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The Viscount’s Pet

Today on NEBT EBookI have Kryssie Fortune here and she is going to answer a few questions you might have about her writing, then I’ll show you what is new in the world of Regency England…

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Definitely energize. I get bad tempered if I don’t do something to inch my writing forward every day.  (blogger note: Must give Kryssie time to create)

Ballpoint or fountain pen?

Ball point. I write in a notebook, type up, then read it through before moving on to the next chapter. (blogger note: That is a lot of work… )

NOW, onto our book!

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When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

 

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

 

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

 

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Excerpt

A single tear slipped through her defenses. She blinked and wiped it away. If he said another word, she’d shatter. Anger that he’d spanked and insulted her welled up inside her. She couldn’t decide which hurt more—her bruised ribs or her sore bottom.

Misery blocked her throat and dried her mouth. She’d probably deserved that spanking since her failure ten years ago cost Susanna her life. She’d blamed herself when she heard the French had killed Stonehurst. That her childhood scheme hadn’t sent him to his death was the only bright spot in her miserable evening.

As they rode, her brief spark of anger faded into despair. She never made a sound, but tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Damn it,” Stonehurst muttered under his breath, “don’t cry.”

Despite the balmy summer night, she couldn’t stop shivering. He tightened his arms, pulling her toward him. When he buried his face in her hair, she thought he inhaled in her favorite floral perfume. She hoped it pleased him. His citrus and herbal cologne certainly delighted her.

When he reached the rose garden, the musky scent of the flowers lingered, heady and intoxicating. Despite his wooden leg, he slid easily from the saddle and helped her dismount. His hands rested a few seconds too long on her waist. She relaxed and leaned toward him, but his severe expression condemned her. While her past actions deserved his scorn, it still crushed her.

As if he couldn’t stop himself, he tugged her against him. His mouth slammed against hers, claiming, dominating, and possessing. A soft moan flowed from her. When she nestled into his embrace, her heart told her she’d come home.

He tangled his hands in the loose strands of her hair and anchored her lips to his. As his tongue traced the seam between them, she opened for him. He tasted of fresh lemons and spearmint. His kiss was all-consuming and addictive, a sinful delight that flooded her soul with joy.

The longer he held her, the more she relaxed. Everything about him made her feel sheltered and safe. Deep down she knew it was an illusion. He’d already sided with her brother, and her ribs would suffer for it.

Confused by the feelings he roused in her breast, her grip on reality faded, and she responded with unexpected eagerness. Wrong or not, she’d savor this moment of pleasure. Something hot and sensual sizzled between them. Unable to resist, she slid her arms around his neck, and ran her foot up and down his right calf.

When he crushed her against his chest, the added intimacy made her heart pound and her knees weak. Only, given their past, they could never have a future.

 

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She was sent to them to protect…

She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.

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B.J. Wane

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B.J. Wane has brought with her Book 5 in her series Cowboy Doms.

 

If you haven’t picked up one of these books, now is the time with cold winter nights that need to be filled.

 

This is what this one is about:

After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parent’s pleaded with Submitting to two Doms-BJ Coverher to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.

Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.

While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.      

 

Good, right?

 

Here is a sample to whet you appetite. (PG17)

 

He swore as she spun around and took two steps toward the open door, twitching that cute ass he was sure, on purpose. He understood she was put out by her circumstances and that the ranch offered little in the way of pastimes she was used to. But that was no reason to break his vow not to involve himself on a sexual or personal level. She tempted him, he wouldn’t lie, but not enough to go down that slippery road again with a woman he’d sworn to protect.

After ensuring they were alone in the stable, Greg decided an example of those consequences he mentioned wouldn’t threaten his resolve if he delivered just enough to deter Kelsey from her set course and spare her the embarrassment of Devin’s reaction. Reaching her in two, long-legged strides, he grasped her hand and tugged her back into the stable.

“You need to heed my warnings better, and remember, I don’t bluff.” Ignoring her startled gasp, he yanked her into the crook of his arm, pinned her against his side and delivered five rapid swats on her upturned, jean-clad butt, putting just enough force behind them she would experience a twinge of discomfort and nothing more.

“Hey! What? Holy shit!” Kelsey’s strident cry ended on a gasp, and much to Greg’s surprised annoyance, she lifted her ass for the last slap, as if embracing the humiliating experience instead of balking at it.

Helping her upright, he kept hold of her upper arms as he gauged her reaction. Fuck if the rose hue blooming on her face and dilation of those large eyes didn’t hold a hint of excitement. Not only he, but Devin would be hard pressed keeping their hands off her if they learned she possessed a submissive streak and she kept up with her cock-teasing innuendos.

 

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Here is a little about B.J.

 

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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Not all love stories play by society’s rules

So happy that you are visiting with me. It is almost Thanksgiving!

I have:

Brandi Evans

 

NEBT EBook

 

She is here today to tell us about her book:

HIS FOR THE TAKING

 

 

 

Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Brandi-Evans/e/B004D05W56/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

 

His for the Taking - BE Cover

I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn. 

Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.

The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend. 

I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out. 

Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book. 

 

Excerpt  (PG-13)

Max strolled in like he owned the place, which was appropriate, considering he did own the place. But did he have to do it looking sexier than any man should be allowed to be?

I clutched my hand over my heart. “Max, you scared the living shit outta me! I thought a maniac had stuck around after hours.”

“My apologies, Ms. Jennings,” he said.

Bree. Bree. Bree. I wished he’d stop with the formalities and go back to calling me Bree, the way he used to before our relationship had gone sideways.

“It’s okay,” I said, readjusting the strap of my travel bag. “My mind was…elsewhere.”

Max nodded, looking me up and down with the Texas-sky-blue eyes that fueled my fantasies, and my heart kicked up a few more beats per minute. That time, however, my reaction had nothing to do with fear.

Why’d he have to be so damned sexy?

Tanned, muscular, and topping six foot, he was a walking wet dream, and the stimulating hum between my legs, the one that had been driving me crazy all night, morphed into a high-powered tingle. I doubted even my trusty Rabbit could ease the ache.

~*~*~*~

 

Author Bio

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders. 

 

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A love that neither of them could resist

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Tempted

by

Felicity Brandon

 

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

 

 

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.

Tempted-FB - Cover

 

She’s feisty and tempting.

And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.

I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.

So, Delilah isn’t what I need.

But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.

She might be hiding a secret.

A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.

There’s only one question that remains.

 

Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?

 

Buy links:

 

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07Y2YTQSY

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47959332-tempted

Excerpt:

“Can I ask you a question, firecracker?”

Delilah’s belly furled at his tone. It was leading somehow, and she wasn’t entirely sure she would like where it was heading…

“I get the feeling you’re not being straight with me, Delle, and in some ways, that’s fair enough.” He paused, those eyes searing into her. “I mean, we haven’t known each other for that long and you’re entitled to your privacy.”

“But?” Delilah’s heart pounded as she prompted him, yet somehow, she had to know what was on his mind.

“But I can’t help wanting to know more.” His hand rose to her hip, grazing her flesh with feathery touches as it traveled to her arse. “I want to know you, Delilah.”

She gulped at that, closing her eyes momentarily. In her thirty-four years, no one had ever made that sound so good. Or, maybe no one had ever told her it before. Her breath caught at the thought.

“You seem…” Dalton hesitated and Delilah’s eyes fluttered back open.

“What?” she pressed him. “How do I seem?’

Dalton squeezed her left cheek, massaging the orb roughly and a fresh shoot of pain surged through Delilah. She gasped at the hurt, her instincts telling her to pull away from his hands, yet her sex begging her to stay where she was. However much the deed had stung, it was nothing compared to the hot, wet craving that was building between her legs again and her restrained hands reached for him, stroking his hardening cock.

“I don’t want to offend you.” His voice was soft, his gaze suggesting the sentiment was genuine, but Delilah only giggled in response.

Here she was bound in his bed, having being thoroughly humbled by the man and now he was worried about overstepping the mark?

“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “Whatever you’re going to say, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard worse before.”

Dalton gazed down at her, “Maybe.”

“Please, sir,” Delilah implored him. “Speak your mind.”

He blew out a breath. “You seem so vulnerable, Delle.”

Her pulse quickened at his statement. “Underneath the hard exterior, I mean, and all that fiery bravado, you seem like you just want somebody to look after you.”

Delilah’s lips parted. But she pressed them together again. How the hell was he able to do this—he’d known her for a matter of days and somehow, Dalton was able to read her like an open book.

“Maybe,” she breathed, trying not to let her shock show.

The corners of his mouth twitched at the gesture, suggesting she had failed in her defences.

“Is there anyone special?” Dalton probed. “Has there ever been?”

She pressed her forehead onto his chest. Delilah didn’t want to get into this conversation. She couldn’t. Her guard had to remain up if she was going to survive this, and she had to remember her mission objective. She was here to discover as much about Dalton as she could and not the other way around, and yet somehow, the man was impossible to deny. He’d mastered her so completely, but he was such a gentleman in every other way. It’s like he was trying to kill her with kindness.

And it was working.

That was the real killer— Delilah could feel it was working. Every moment she spent with him she could sense her defences slipping away.

She was succumbing.

 

 

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