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THEIRS TO MASTER #MiamiMasters #Suspense #Erotic romance

Hello! 

Here is my friend, BJ Wane coming to visit. I love BJ’s books and I’m sure you do as well. If you haven’t read any of her series, Virginia BlueBloods and Miami Masters are two excellent ones to start you off.

 

Have you met BJ? Let me introduce you.

 

BJ, tell us a little about yourself and your writing.

 

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  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 much prefer being 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.

And this is her newest release,

 

THEIRS TO MASTER, Book 6, Miami Masters by BJ Wane

 

She wanted to avenge her sister; they were determined to keep her safe.  Whose will would prove to be stronger?

 

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Paige Wilcox has been lusting after the Carlson brothers since the first time she saw the two men enter the cops’ bar where she works.  Problem is, neither man shows her the slightest interest-not until her sister is attacked at a club and they discover Paige posing as a submissive to draw out the assailant. 

Troy and Trevor Carlson always found the feisty redhead attractive, but steered clear of personal involvement since she showed no signs of being sexually submissive.  Fear for her safety and a determination to keep her out of their investigation into a serial attacker prods them to insist she complete the terms of an auction contract after they win the bid on her.  Neither Paige nor the brothers are prepared for the streak of submissiveness she exhibits under their dual control.

Paige doesn’t fight her growing need for the two men and the alternative sex they introduce her to, but when they give no hints the feeling is mutual, she despairs of anything coming of the short-term relationship.  It takes the reappearance of the man they were after and another threat to Paige to get all three on board with giving a committed, three-way relationship a try.

Publisher’s Note:  This steamy contemporary ménage romance contains elements of power exchange.  While it is book six of the Miami Masters series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

 

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This tidbit of dual goodness should tease your taste buds…

 

“You want to pop up and get our usual’s, sugar?”

Paige jerked, banging her head under the counter.  “Tiddle twat!” she muttered, rubbing her crown as she pushed slowly to her feet.  The amusement in that familiar voice curled her toes, and her body reacted with the same warm flush she experienced every time she heard it.  Before turning around, she tried to guess which Carlson brother this time had her fired up on all cylinders with just a few words.  Her libido never failed to jump start when either man spoke to her, or assessed her with those dark brown eyes, or brushed his fingers against hers when she handed over a drink.  The fact she experienced the same quick reaction to both men always left her flustered, and just a touch annoyed.

Pivoting, she aimed a smile at Troy and Trevor seated at the bar, her heart tripping at the sight of the two hottest city employees it’d been her pleasure to serve. Man candy.  Hunk on a stick.  Drool worthy.  Panty melting.  Hunk a hunk a burning…lust.  Every one of those euphemisms described the brothers who were so far out of her league they may as well be on the moon.  Unlike a few other regular patrons, neither man had ever made a pass at her, never even hinted one might be interested in rolling around on her bed for a few nights of hot, sweaty sex, but that hadn’t kept the fantasies from giving her more than one sleepless night. 

“Tiddle twat?  I must have really startled you.”  Trevor, the one with the sexy face scruff and a twinkle in his eyes cocked his head and winked.

“You did.  I didn’t hear you come up.”  Glancing at Troy, she nodded, stretching her smile.  “Detective.  You two haven’t been by in a while.”  Setting two glasses on the bar, she reached underneath and grabbed the whiskey.  She knew her customers.

“Too many bad guys to track down.  How have you been, Paige?” Troy asked, his low, deep voice sending a delightful shiver down her spine.  If she didn’t know better, she’d think he wanted an honest answer and would care about her reply instead of delivering polite platitudes.  Both men possessed that way about them, talking to you as if you mattered, as if they really wanted to hear what you had to say.  Maybe that accounted for her continued, uncharacteristic responses to the brothers whenever they came in.

“I’m good, thanks.”  Adding sour mix to the whiskey, she dropped in a slender straw and slid the drinks over.  “At least we’re not being plagued with a serial killer, or some other such cretin.  And spring break is still weeks away, so you don’t have those headaches to deal with yet.”  A shadow crossed both men’s faces, Troy’s jaw clenching when she joked about a serial killer.  “Have I missed something in the news?”

“No, nothing you need to worry about,” Trevor soothed.  Of the two, he seemed to be the easy-going one.  He often expressed more of a sense of humor than his brother.  “No openings for us on your schedule yet?”

They’d asked her to put both of them on her waiting list for cleaning services a few months ago, but so far Paige hadn’t been able to squeeze them in her busy schedule.  She may flit from job to job, but with every position she’d held, she’d given her all, ensuring the only complaint when she moved on would be over her leaving. 

“Not yet.”  She shrugged.  “What can I say?  My clients stick with me, I’m that good.”  She drawled the double innuendo on purpose, just to tease.  Both men carried a hard edge vibe that went against her independent nature regardless of the attraction she couldn’t seem to control, but that never stopped her from wanting to get under their skin the way they had hers.

“You don’t say.”  Troy glanced askance at his brother.  “It looks like we’ll have to keep waiting, bro.”

“By the time she squeezes us in, our places will be a mess.  Might take extra effort on her part to…please us.”  Paige’s face warmed from Trevor’s wink.  She could swear there was a hidden meaning in their innocent remarks, but their expressions remained bland and just a touch too innocent.

To settle one craving, she plucked her half-eaten candy bar off the shelf and bit into the nutty chocolate, enjoying the pleasant wave of awareness their presence and chummy banter always produced.  If she couldn’t have one in her bed, she could damn well enjoy their company.

 

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Others in the MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:

Bound and Saved, book 1

Master Me, Please, book 2

Mastering Her Fear, book 3

Bound To Submit, book 4

His to Master and Own, book 5

 

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• “It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

Check out this book about an Olympic hopeful and…

The Master

By Ashe Barker and Katy Swann

 

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Life can’t get any better, can it?

Jodie Price has landed a hot new taekwondo coach and the offer of sponsorship to get her to the Tokyo Olympics. She needs to be at peak physical fitness for the qualifying championships so she’s more than willing to promise there’ll be no more drinking or partying until after the selection is over. But she can’t resist one last fling before the work starts in earnest. After all, one night at her favourite BDSM club won’t do any harm…

But she hadn’t bargained on her sexy new coach being a dom, and when she literally bumps into Dylan Atkins at the club he’s determined to show her that he’s her master, in the dungeon as well as in the dojang. A hard spanking settles the matter.

Jodie and Dylan agree to put their relationship on hold and concentrate on their sport, but they can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s not long before Jodie ends up in his bed with her ass burning from another punishment. Their relationship deepens, and Jodie’s life seems perfect as she sets her sights firmly on making it to Tokyo with Team GB.

But when she discovers that the very person she thought of as her saviour is out to destroy her career with blackmail and threats she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse, the repercussions are affecting her relationship with Dylan. Suddenly, she has a lot more to lose than just her dreams of Olympic gold.

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The party was already in full swing when Jodie and Sally arrived later that evening. Hot, glistening bodies moved sensually to the thumping electro music on the dance floor while groups of friends caught up at the bar. The delicious echo of slaps coming from the play area at the other end was a welcome reminder that this was no ordinary party. The club hosted these events every month. They were exclusive to the members, which meant the atmosphere was friendlier than it was on a regular club night.

“I love your dress,” shouted Sally. “It fits like a glove.”

“It should do. It took bloody ages to get into.” Jodie laughed as she thought back to the unglamorous tracksuit she had been wearing earlier. If only Dylan could see her now. She nodded toward the bar. “Fancy a drink?”

“I’ll have a bottle of beer, please. Are you drinking?”

“Yeah, but I’ll only have the one. I’m a would-be Olympic athlete now, you know,” Jodie said with a wink.

With their bottles of beer in hand, they headed toward the play area to check if there were any interesting scenes worth watching. They stopped near a spanking bench where a woman was being flogged by her dom. They were near enough to hear the woman’s gasps, but not so close they couldn’t talk quietly.

“Cheers,” said Sally, holding up her beer bottle. “Good luck with the meeting on Monday.”

“Thanks.” Jodie clinked her bottle against Sally’s and took a long drink of the deliciously cold beer. She would damn well savour this as it would be her last drop of alcohol until the Olympics were over. But, as she raised the bottle to her lips again, someone bumped into her from behind, knocking the bottle from her mouth and spilling half the contents over her chest and dress.

“I’m so sorry,” said a male voice. “Are you okay?”

Not wanting to make a fuss, Jodie turned around to reassure the guy that she was absolutely fine and there was no harm done, but froze as she came face to face with Dylan. Stunned, she stared at him as she tried to work out what the hell he was doing there. Was he a dom? He certainly looked like it with his leather trousers, black t-shirt, and Doc Marten boots.

“Hello,” she said, when she was eventually able to speak again. “I never expected to see you here.”

“Clearly not.”

Jodie grinned up at Dylan expecting him to smile back, but instead he was frowning. In fact, he looked seriously pissed off. And then the penny dropped. In her excitement at seeing her sexy taekwondo coach, she had completely forgotten that only a few hours earlier she had promised him there would be no nights out and no alcohol. She glanced down at the half-empty bottle of beer in her hand then back up at Dylan’s furious glare. Oh, shit!

I felt that look in my core! I wonder if this is where the business end of the paddle comes in…

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.

 

About Katy Swann

Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

Don’t miss out on this book and others by these talented writers! I loved this book and you will too.

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Time for Recommendations:

Don’t forget that the O’Connors are at it again with Cian and Molly – you won’t want to miss this last trilogy of the Clan O’Connor. And then, there are Christmas books everywhere.

Check out Blushing Books starting in December for a free Christmas story a day for the 12 days of Christmas and a contest to end out your year with cheer!

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Cooler weather, falling leaves…

Cooler weather, falling leaves, crackling fires, friends, family, and feel good books are what makes November memories so heartwarming.

It is with bittersweet feelings that I share this last O’Connor Trilogy with you. Cián is the youngest O’Connor and the last to find his true love. The Saga has taken us through introductions to the O’Connor’s in Her Sweet Complication-Liam and Jocelyn to Cián and Molly. While there will be love stories and family holiday gatherings in the future, there will be no more trilogies. Also, this trilogy links one future series and one already started. More about that later in books 2 and 3. 

I hope you enjoy this last child of Sean and Siobhan O’Connor. Here is Book 1.

Book 1 In Pursuit of Molly- Cián O’Connor trilogy is coming Thanksgiving week, just in time for settling into those comforting stories in front of the fire. If you haven’t met them, it is time you did!

In Pursuit of Molly by Alyssa Bailey

In Pursit of Molly

Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.

Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.

Alyssa Bailey

Okay, here is the first little taste. Remember it comes out Thanksgiving.

“Here’s your nurse.”

He had evidently called the nurse when she began to wake up because the nice-looking caregiver brought in water and was a bit too cheerful. “I’m Robert. Now, how are you feeling?

“If I said Mack truck. Would that be enough of a descriptor?”

He chuckled. “Just what I expected to hear. Has your body guard told you what happened?”

“My?” She tried to smile but it hurt. “Got it. He is kind of handy and no, we haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Okay, first tell me how much you remember.”

The nurse walked around taking readings, checking vitals, and monitoring machines. When he was done, he added another bag of fluids. “Are you still thinking? Can you remember anything?”

She opened her mouth but Cián stopped her from speaking and said, “Molly, you need to try to remember but don’t tell anyone until you speak to the sheriff. He should be the first one that you tell your memories to. They will never be as accurate as in the first retelling.”

“Sir, I understand you are her watchdog friend, and I appreciate your concern, but we need to know she hasn’t any amnesia.”

“And I know you do that by a few questions.” The tone brooked no arguments.

“Look, if you’re going to impede my job, you’re going to have to leave.”

Cián held onto Molly’s hand and stood up, showing his full height and build. Molly’s heart swelled. He was the most handsome man she had ever known. And big. She knew he came from a large family and if they were all this imposing when defied, the intimidation factor when they were together would be impressive. The factor would rise exponentially if in protective mode. She shivered at the picture her imagination created.

He’d been the center of her lust since that first time she met him. This was a side of Cián she’d only had an inkling of before today. He was protecting her from whatever he thought was a threat, just as he’d promised. She would be content to sit back and let her man take care of her, as he expected.

“Robert, just a little background on me,” Cián began. “I have a large immediate family with friends as close as family. They include several physicians, a sheriff, a policeman, a nurse, a handful of lawyers, a federal agent, a trauma therapist, a psychologist, and a whole slew of ranchers who are all volunteer firemen. I’m a veterinarian. As you can see, I am intelligent and do understand this issue. How about we try this again. She will do the standard orientation questions, but any details of her experience will first be heard by law enforcement.”

The look on the nurse’s face told the story of his thoughts. Cián wasn’t sure, but he thought the man narrowed his eyes. Not the standard response for a nurse who shouldn’t take offense to a patient not disclosing the events prior to informing law enforcement. In fact, his sisters would have stopped the patient from speaking until they had the sheriff’s department in the room. No, he was right in stopping the disclosure and might even mention the oddity to the deputies.

Two men in uniform appeared at the door as Molly patted Cián’s hand to calm him.

“I’ll tell the doctor she was uncooperative.”

Molly’s sharp intake of fearful breath raised his hackles. “You do that, and I’ll file a complaint with the nursing board and this hospital’s administrator. I tell you, Robert, I’m an easy-going guy unless someone messes with me or mine. Let’s not go there. She’s waiting for the sheriff’s office.”

Cian might be the youngest O’Connor but he has learned his lessons well.

Haven’t read the O’Connors before? Then here are the first books in each trilogy to get you started.

 

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November Crazies and Club Risqué

HELLO!!!

November has come in with a wild rush the crazies.

I am working on National Novel Writing Month. Goal? Finish my third and final book in the Cian O’Connor Trilogy. It is the final book of the O’Connor Family Saga.

This week comes the Cover reveal and the Blurb.

I will give you little excerpts along the next two weeks until it comes out Thanksgiving Week!

This month is National Native American Heritage Month.

Then there is Thanksgiving and so much more!

My son graduates from High School in one month.

We are so very busy!

How about you all?

 

NOW I have a surprise for you all

Meet Poppy Flynn

Fear’s Whisper (Club Risqué Book 2)

 

 Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.

 

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Publisher’s Note: Graphic scenes and power exchange are a part of this steamy love story. If that is not to your liking, please do not read it.

 

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A Tantalizing Taste:

It was just so liberating to be lightly bound and following commands. She didn’t have to worry about what to do and what to say, whether she should be reciprocating in some sensual, provocative way that seemed to come naturally to some women, but which she had never understood.

Prior to this experience, sex had always been something awkward and slightly stilted. Like some kind of complicated dance that no-one had shown her the steps to and which she had no chance of following after the music started. So instead of relaxing she fretted and second guessed herself, wondering if she was doing the right thing but feeling like a failure regardless, until she was so stressed that the whole thing became an ordeal to endure until the man she was with got off and she lay there feeling disappointed and vaguely unfulfilled and wondering if that’s all there really was.

But not tonight. Tonight, something magical was happening. Tonight, she felt free; as if someone had waved away the burden of unrealistic expectation and replaced it with the permission to just feel. And boy was she feeling! Every touch, every kiss, every…thing seemed startlingly magnified. This was the closest thing to bliss that Charlotte had ever experienced and intuition was telling her that this time there was certainly more to come. Hopefully her! Yes, definitely her. It would be the first time. Well, not the first time. But the first time with a man. Oh goddesses! What if it didn’t happen. Would Jake be able to tell? What if she disappointed him anyway?

Suddenly Jake bit down on her nipple and the light bolt of pain wrenched her away from her thoughts before he laved at the small hurt and it bloomed into a tingling pleasure.

“You’re thinking so loudly I can hear you,” Jake growled. “Keep it up and I’ll be forced to spank you to take your mind off whatever is winding you up.”

Spank her? Charlottes pussy clenched at the thought and she felt her panties dampen some more.

Jake chuckled darkly against her breast. “I don’t think you find that idea too dreadful, do you sweet Charlotte. Would you like to feel my hand warming that pretty ass until it’s all hot and pink and branded with my palm?”

“No”, Charlotte panted. “I mean yes!” Her back arched as Jake bit down tenderly on her other nipple, taking away her ability of coherent thought. “Oh goddesses! I mean, were there two questions there? I can’t think…”

Charlotte could feel the laughter rumbling in Jake’s chest. “That was the idea. Don’t think! Just feel. You were doing such an excellent job of it until your brain kicked in.

 

A few words about Poppy:

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house. 

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

       Poppy x

 

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Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard

     Guess who dropped by?       

Kryssie Fortune

 Kryssie is a talented writer who brings us her book:   

His Innocent Bride

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HERE is a nibble…

Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman’s eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea’s plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea’s life is threatened by her mother’s vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

 

OKAY, I’ll make you a snack plate:

Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”

Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”

Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”

Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”

All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.

He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.

He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.

Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”

“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.

Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”

Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.

Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”

Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.

When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.

Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”

Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.

 

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Doesn’t this sound yummy??? 

I just got my copy before I sent this out.

 

Want to know more about Kryssie Fortune?

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.

Side note from Alyssa: I LOVE Georgette Heyer and Regency as well. I bet Kryssie and I would have a blast. KRYSSIE- I am calling you if I ever get back to UK!

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TIME FOR RECOMMENDATIONS:   

ALYSSA BAILEY AMAZON

REGENCY STYLE

His focused, penetrating gaze induced…

“The shivers his focused, penetrating gaze induced were hard to ignore.”

 

Hello everyone!

Today I have BJ Wane as my guest and if you haven’t read her work, you should. She has a way with Romantic, Protective, BDSM that will draw you in. I have enjoyed BJ’s style of writing and her way with words since I first discovered her over a year ago. It’s not just sex, or clubbing but there is a solid story and romance, just as it should be.

And don’t forget to read to the end for two *** FREE*** books and if you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read all three for free.

 

BUT FIRST… LETS GET A LITTLE TEASER FROM BJ WANE…

Try HIS TO MASTER AND OWN:

The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business.  The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.

Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to.  When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.

Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship.  Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt.  But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.

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What a delicious man…

 

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Shaking her head, she kept her back to him when she replied, “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Okay.  What do you want to discuss?”

Her shoulders lifted with her deep inhale, then she blurted the last thing he wanted her to say.  “You mentioned introducing me to someone who could tutor me into giving up complete control. What if I said I wanted it to be you?”

Nothing like handing me my fucking dream on a platter.  Sean willed his rapid heartbeat to slow down as he took a moment to think her offer through and ponder where it came from.  There were numerous reasons why he should turn her down: they would still be thrown together at social gatherings of their mutual friends afterward, which could be awkward; Dax and Krista would kill him if she ended up hurt; it would cross an ethical line he’d never violated before; and it would test his own control to give her a taste of what she claimed to want.  

“You’re not saying anything.”  Alessa’s shoulder’s slumped before her back went rigid and she pivoted to face him.

And there, etched on her pale face, was the one reason he couldn’t turn her down.  She’d already braced for his refusal, for him to be the next person to turn his back on her.  Enough people had rejected her; he couldn’t be another in a long line of inconsiderate jerks who hadn’t cared enough to give her what she needed.

“Does this mean you’re through testing me and you’ve concluded you can trust me?”

Her brows dipped in that cute frown again and he continued to find himself amused by her quirks and drawn to the woman they exposed.  He could see she hadn’t expected him to catch on to what she was doing.

“What do you mean?  You’re the one who’s testing me,” she returned with a defensive glare, a hint of pink staining her cheeks.

“Let’s see, I surmise you so rudely skipped our second appointment because you were waiting to see if I mentioned your visit to any of our mutual friends.  Tuesday, my questioning brought up the past, and you suspected I saw beyond what little information you revealed. You thought to push me today by arriving late, and with attitude.  How am I doing?”

And just like that, the shy, insecure Alessa returned and sought to flee instead of taking the risk of getting hurt again.  “I can see you’re not happy with me.” She started for the door. “Thank you…”

“If your request was another test, I’m happy to say I’ll pass this one as well.  Yes, I’ll tutor you however far you want to go.” And he’d begin by enforcing his rule, something his palm had been itching to do since she walked in with attitude written all over her.  Since they were running past noon, he knew Barbara would have left for lunch already and they had the entire suite to themselves.

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MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:

Bound and Saved, book 1

Master Me, Please, book 2

Mastering Her Fear, book 3

Bound To Submit, book 4

A little about BJ:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  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 much prefer being 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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Three free or nearly free books to start your holidays off right! (I was honored to participate in this wonderful set).

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Deadwood bound…

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Don’t you just love adventures? I do. And since I didn’t get the chance to tour the area the last time we went through, when I learned of the book signing opportunity in Deadwood South Dakota, I jumped at it. There are some really incredible people going, OLD WEST at it’s finest and that is from this Alaska-Texan. 

Stay tuned to facebook for my check in’s to keep you on the trip with me… but I really …HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!!

OH, and I have an awesome new book coming, the next LORDS and LITTLE LADIES is later this month… I’ll tell you more soon and have more recommendations for you.

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Finally,

I have a reading recommendation and a tease for you… From my friend

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After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.