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Today, on The Neverending Blog Tour, I have BJ Wane, and her summer release:

 

 

 

 Submitting to the Lawyer

by

BJ Wane

 

 

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She craved his painful dominance as much as she feared a return of the darkness.

 

 

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Tantalizing Taste

 

Will they both let their reluctance to admit they want more from the other cost them everything?

Nan Meyers returns to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman, ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother. For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away has stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.

Dan Shylock greets the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief. After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him. Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirs up his suspicions, and when she reveals hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kick into high gear.

As Dan slowly coaxes Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface. But before either can come to terms with how they feel, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan has been experiencing almost costs her her life. Will Dan get there in time to save her?

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

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary Western romance contains elements of ménage, mystery, suspense, and power exchange.

 

Snack on this Tantalizing Tidbit…

 

“The sub I remember would have vibrated with excitement at the mention of punishment and jumped to embrace the prospect.”

That deep voice, the only one to slither past the fear and pain numbing her mind during three days of huddling in cold, complete darkness, now drew a wave of rippling uncertainty.  After taking another long drink, she swiveled to face Dan, leaned forward with a small grin, and managed to pull up the old Nan still struggling to re-emerge.

“Master Dan.  For you, I might change my mind.”

Apparently, she wouldn’t make a good actress.  His narrowed dark eyes and tight set to his mouth signaled he saw through her attempt to flirt and tease with him.  She didn’t like the calculated gleam that entered his eyes as he removed his hat and tossed it on the bar top. He fisted his hands on his hips, drawing her gaze to the thick, wide belt around his waist and she recalled the sting of the supple leather snapping across her buttocks.  The quick, welcome rush of heat subsided as he held out his hand, a silent invitation he’d issued, and she’d accepted, countless times before.

Nan started to reach for him, ignoring the churning in her gut, determined to move forward no matter what, when the sudden whoosh and snap of leather striking bare skin followed by a high-pitched screech echoed down from the loft and pitched her back into that dark space where the same sound had delivered waves of excruciating agony.  Bile pushed up to clog her throat and freeze her acceptance of Master Dan’s offer. She squeezed her eyes shut, the only way to keep from looking up at the source of another flesh-connecting snap. Jerking as if struck, the memory of searing pain splitting her skin and blood dripping swept back to haunt her.

“Breathe, Nan.”  Master Dan emphasized that command by pushing her head down and massaging the tight muscles of her upper back.

She fought the swell of despair and humiliation as hard as she struggled to breathe in.  I’m still as much of a pathetic mess as I was months ago.  The thought pissed her off as fast as that sound hurled her back to a place she never wanted to go again.

 

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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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She should have run while she had the chance…

Free was a relative concept when you belonged to Ethan Reilly.

 

Felicity Brandon

 

 

is here with me on the Never Ending Blog Tour with her newest book:

 

 

Book Two of her Prequel

 

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 Dark Necessities series…

 

Fallen

 

 

 

Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen

 

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Giveaway

 

 

Here is a nibble of what’s inside…

 

Once upon a time, I was a monster.

A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.

 

And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.

 

I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.

 

My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End.

 

Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime.

 

It is the second in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.

 

 

LETS TAKE A BITE of DANGER:

 

They spent the next few hours eating and shopping together. It was almost normal, and as he slid his fingers between hers, Ethan was able to delude himself. This was normal. They were like any other young couple out on the sunny autumn afternoon. It was only when they made their way to the local pet supplies store that the low-lying thrum of arousal between them began to burgeon again.

 

“Can I help you?”

 

The older man in the apron stood behind the counter and eyed them suspiciously as Ethan pulled Lily inside. The place was tiny, and they didn’t have much in the way of stock, but it would have to do. For now at least.

 

“I’m looking for a few basic supplies,” began Ethan as he strode toward the counter. “A leather collar, good, sturdy leash and, if you have one, a large pet bed?”

 

Ethan looked around and couldn’t see any evidence of pet beds at all, but since he was here, he thought he’d ask.

 

“Only what you see, pal,” remarked the older man.

 

Ethan’s gaze slid to Lily’s coloring face. The pet bed would have to wait for the time being.

 

“What size collar do you need?” His irritating northern lilt washed over Ethan, but he ignored the tone.

 

Nothing was going to ruin this moment.

 

Ethan eyed Lily’s neck, his gaze lingering until she panted. “Do you have anything suitable for a medium-sized dog?” he asked without even glancing back to the assistant.

 

“What breed?” huffed the older man. “Spaniel?”

 

That made Ethan’s lips curl. “Maybe a little bigger,” he replied, winking at his little flower. “Slightly larger than a spaniel.”

 

The man sauntered out from behind the counter and gestured toward a selection of leather collars on the left. “Something like this?” he suggested, pulling one from the rack and holding it aloft for Ethan to see.

 

Ethan shifted in his direction, inspecting the collar. “Do you have anything softer?”

 

The assistant threw him a skeptical glance. “You don’t want to go too soft,” he warned. “Your dog needs to learn his place.”

 

“Her place,” Ethan corrected him.

 

The older guy blinked at him. “Okay, her place.”

 

“Agreed,” said Ethan with a smile. His cock was rousing at all this talk of pet play, and he imagined how wet Lily’s pussy was likely to be. “But, I don’t want to hurt her.”

 

He reached for the collar in the man’s hands, rubbing his fingers over the unrelenting leather.

 

“What about this one?” The older guy pointed toward another row of collars nearer the floor.

 

Ethan turned to Lily. “What do you think of this one, darling?”

 

Her eyes widened as he referred to her directly, and slowly, she walked to join them. “I’m not sure.” Lily’s imploring gaze flitted to Ethan’s.

 

“Take a look,” Ethan insisted as he gestured to the selection the assistant meant. “We want to make sure it’s right for our little doggie, don’t we?”

 

Lily gulped as she leaned her body toward the collars. Ethan watched as she reached out for one with a shaky hand.

 

“Show me.”

 

His tone was commanding now, and her attention was back on him in a heartbeat. It was as though the guy from the shop had vanished altogether.

 

Slowly, she pulled one of the collars from its place and handed it to Ethan. He took it from her, ensuring their fingers grazed as the leather was passed from one hand to the other. This collar was much softer than the first, but looked easily large enough to fit comfortably.

 

“Perfect,” he mused, offering Lily his hand to help her up as he spoke directly to the assistant again. “And the leashes.”

 

“Just behind you,” the old man muttered as he wandered back to his counter. “Choose what you like and I’ll price them up for you.”

 

Ethan squeezed Lily’s hand as she came to stand beside him again.

 

This was going to be fabulous.

SURRENDER! THE VIKINGS HAVE ARRIVED

NINE CONQUERING REASONS TO

SURRENDER

 

Nine of your favorite authors of heart-pounding romance have come together to bring you an incredible collection.

 

Today, I have Ashe Barker and Felicity Brandon to share their tales of Viking domination with you!

 

 

 

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This delicious set of all-new Viking romances is available for a limited time at the heavily discounted price of 99p/99c.

 

Also on Kindle Unlimited (there’s even a paperback)viewbook.at/VikingSurrender

 

 

Filled with action and suspense, this summer’s hottest beach read comes in the shape of

Vikings!

 

Battle-hardened and broad-chested, with arms strong enough to sweep you off your feet, these warriors are pure muscle, with shoulders built for carrying you to bed.

 

Congratulations to the nine authors who’ve created this shared-world series of supreme alpha hotness: Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Felicity Brandon, Gianna Simone, Vanessa Brooks, Sassa Daniels, Sky Purington, Emmanuelle de Maupassant and Jane Burrelli.

 

A tiny Scottish settlement at the mercy of its enemies.

A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

 

Delivered into Viking hands, the brides of Achnaryrie now belong to their conquering masters 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.

Against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland, join these indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

 

This delicious set of all-new Viking romances is available for a limited time at the heavily discounted price of 99p/99c.

 

Also on Kindle Unlimited (there’s even a paperback)viewbook.at/VikingSurrender

 

What are other readers saying? Find out on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46675556-vikings

 

 

Hot alpha vikings, strong feisty brides and steamy sex; whats not to love?

 

I couldnt stop reading
Caught my attention immediately

 

The world building is phenomenal

 

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Teaser snippets from the Prologue

 

 

The Vikings were merciless, murdering barbarians. And they were here.

 

With a despairing sob, Eithne turned from the sight below. She could still run, might be able to make it into the depths of the forest before the first of the raiders reached the village. She had perhaps a few minutes…

“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.”

“By your presence here, I surmise you wish to speak with me.” He leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Or, if you prefer, there is still time to run for your life.”

 

“You would catch me,” she countered.

 

“Aye, probably.”

 

“And kill me.”

 

“It may not come to that.”

Intrigued, amused, and not a little astonished, Brandr folded his arms to regard her. “A bargain? You seek to bargain with me?”

 

“I do.”

 

The female held his gaze, an accomplishment which eluded many of his most hardened warriors. His respect for her audacity and fortitude nudged upwards. “Go on.”

Happy Reading

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This week on the Never Ending Blog Tour, it is my pleasure to have:

 

Libby Campbell

author of

Romancing The Coast Collection

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In the beautiful Pacific Northwest, three feisty women are living happy lives of financial independence and social autonomy.

None of them are aware of the storms gathering on the edges of their orderly worlds, about to challenge everything they thought they wanted from life.

The winds of change arrive in the shape of three sexy alpha men.

These men shun political correctness as they seek to challenge, conquer, protect, and possess the strong gorgeous women who intimidate mere mortals.

Here is a nibble of what’s inside this box set:

Excerpts (ages 18+):

Seeing Ronnie:

[Del catches Ronnie snooping at the house where they are attending the engagement party]

“Let’s put it this way, you can take a spanking and we’ll draw a line under this incident.” Del stepped closer to her. “Or I can march you downstairs, past all the guests, and we’ll show Simon how I just found you and what you had in your hand.”

Ronnie pictured all the gathered dignitaries: people of wealth and influence from all walks of life. Politicians, business people, artists, dancers, writers, musicians, all milling around downstairs. Everyone who was anyone for a hundred miles was at this party.

Her face burned at the thought of the public humiliation. She’d be ridiculed for months to come.

“Okay I’ll take the stupid spanking—on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You can’t tell a soul.” Her voice came out wheedling, but his expression didn’t change. In the midst of her anger and bluster, another sensation simmered, a strange, tangled response to his threat, to the way he stood in front of her, his face stony and resolute.

Moistness dampened her panties and her nipples tightened.

Del seated himself at the end of the bed. “That’s fair enough. For now. If you behave for the rest of the day, you have my word that this will stay between the two of us. Now take off your hat, lift your skirt and lie across my knees. You may leave your panties on. This time.”

“This time?” she snorted. “Like you really think this is ever going to happen again?” Ronnie’s face was so hot she was sure it would combust.

“The longer it takes you to present yourself, the worse this is going to be.” Del’s voice dropped to an ominous level.

She glanced around the room to make sure no one could see or hear what was about to take place. Without asking Del, she darted over to the French doors leading to the upstairs balcony and closed them, shutting out the murmur of laughter and conversation drifting up from the lawn below. She hoped fervently that she had also cut off any noise from the bedroom traveling the other way.

When she got back to where Del sat, her mouth dry and palms sweating, she fumbled her hat off and placed it on the chair by the fireplace. Her long red hair fell across her face, partly shielding the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” she said in a mouse-like voice and hated herself for her timidity. She stood before him, staring at her feet.

“Then you’re overdue, aren’t you?” Del took her hands in his. He brought one then the other to his lips before looking up at her and speaking again. “This will hurt but it won’t be anything you can’t bear. If it really gets to be too much, simply say safeword and I will stop. Then we will have to find another way for you to pay for your misbehavior. I think you’ll find that a spanking is the fastest and easiest way to atone. Do you agree?”

Ronnie nodded, biting her lip.

Holding Cynthia:

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself for the new life ahead. When she finds Antony, someone she thinks of as a dear friend, waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory, so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

Excerpt

[Antony is about to give Cynthia a massage after her bath. He knows she is unwell and wants her to take better care of herself.]

“Not yet,” he said. “Lie down on your stomach. I told you I’m a bit of a masseuse.” He threw back the covers. “You’re about to get the full Antony Jacobson treatment.”

She didn’t argue even though her sulky face said she wasn’t happy about being nude. Too bad, he liked her that way. She had a beautiful body. Not perfect like a younger woman’s, but one that satisfied the Japanese definition of beauty called wabi-sabi, an appreciation of life’s imperfections and impermanence. Cynthia was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

Pouring oil onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together to heat it. He started at the base of her spine, gently moving up toward her shoulders. “I’m just doing a bit of effleurage to warm and ease your muscles. I’m not going to do anything too dramatic today. I’m not skillful enough to give you what you really need. That’s okay because you’ll get more appointments with Tiffany [the massage therapist] and give me the dates and times so I can make sure I get you there.”

Cynthia’s face was turned sideways on the pillow. Her garbled reply was something like, “I don’t know if I have time for more appointments.”

He stopped massaging and with an oily hand smacked her right butt cheek. Hard.

“If you don’t have time for Tiffany, you’re going to collect a whole more of those from me, understood?”

Silence.

Slap.

“I said, understood?”

“Yes! I understand. You’re ruining a perfectly good massage.”

“No, you are by not answering me appropriately. Remember rule number one: look after yourself?” His hands trailed from her shoulders down to her waist. She said nothing.

Antony stopped massaging.

Cynthia said quickly, “Yes, I remember.”

“After watching you today, I’ve decided rule number one is look after yourself and engage in a program of aggressive self-care.”

“Aggressive self-care?” she said it like a question.

“By that I mean you should carve out at least one to two hours a day when you do nothing but look after yourself. That might be napping or going for a walk. It might just be reading a book. Find the things that you want to do, that keep you centered. Be sure to include exercise, massages when you need them and preparing proper meals, to make sure you’re getting a decent diet. Tu me comprends?”

She smiled at his use of the familiar noun-verb combination.

“Yes, I understand. I understand that your accent isn’t improving.”

Antony smiled too, before smacking each buttock cheek half a dozen times. She tried to put her hands back to stop him but he was too fast.

“This is just the beginning of some changes in your life that you may not like. But you will adapt to them or risk a lot more time over my knee. Laugh all you like but my rules are only going to get firmer.” He started massaging the tops of her thighs. “You up to the challenge?”

“Ha. I know I am, but what about you?” she teased.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do with my time.”

Trusting Ingrid:

Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.

When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.

The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Trusting Ingrid

“So you can trust me, we should have a safe word.”

“Safe word?” her voice was almost inaudible.

“Yes, a word you can say to tell me that you’ve had enough. When you simply cannot stand another second of what I’m doing to you.”

“So I can stop the spanking whenever I want?”

“That’s not the intention, but of course you could. Just as you could stop the intimacy between us whenever you want. One won’t necessarily lead to the other, but any overuse of the safe word would undermine what the spankings are all about. If you use the safe word more than once, that would very likely end our relationship.” He hugged her a little tighter. “The safe word is only meant to be used in extreme circumstances. It’s an escape hatch. You wouldn’t use it any more than you’d call 911 because you couldn’t get a taxi on a wet day. The word will be there to help you, not carry you past some minor level of discomfort. I have years of spanking experience. Believe me, I have a fair idea of how much you’ll be able to bear.”

Ingrid digested what he was saying, wishing to hell that he’d just get on with it and stop making her think so much. She was thrumming from the mere idea of being over his knee. Didn’t he warn her that cock teasing would get her spanked? How was it fair that he could make her so horny and do nothing about it without consequences?

“What do you want to use as your safe word?”

“I have to choose one?” This was too damned hard already. She had to consent to the spanking. On top of that, she had to choose her own freaking safe word? Then she had to not use it in case that convinced him that she was trying to stop more than the spanking? She wasn’t prepared for any of this, no more than she was prepared for the way he seemed to be taking over her life. “I don’t know. I can’t think of one just like that, like pulling ideas out of the air.”

Lachlan chuckled. “You’re pretty defenseless already, aren’t you? Okay I’ll choose one for you. How about rescue.”

“Yes, that’s just fine. Thank you very much.”

Lachlan unwrapped his arms from around her, and taking her wrist, spun her to face him. After what they’d just talked about, she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“You’re all shy now are you, lass?” For a second his voice took on the strong Scottish accent that frequently crept into Glyn’s speech.

Ingrid’s body vibrated in response. Let’s get the spanking over with, she thought. I can’t wait for the main feature.

Lachlan reached for her cardigan, pushing it off her shoulder. “It’s time for you to strip so we can start today’s session.”

“Strip?” She tried to wriggle away, but Lachlan caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Yes, strip. For one thing I want to feast my eyes on your gorgeous body. For another, being naked is a deeper form of submission. Laying yourself bare is an important ritual that says you accept what is coming.” Ingrid bristled, successfully wrenching away from him this time.

“All my clothes?”

She liked the word relationship. She wasn’t so fond of the word strip.

Lachlan stepped past her, closer to the fire. “Okay. It’s your first time. I think naked from the waist down will be enough. Then you will come over here.”

He pushed an ottoman in front of the hearth. “You will kneel in front of this, your bottom facing the fire, your upper body pressed into the top of it. Now you know the reason for the raised hearth; it delivers heat to upraised buttocks without scorching the lower legs or feet.”

“It was designed with that thought in mind?”

“Absolutely. Glyn and I discussed it at length.”

The image of Glyn and Lachlan analyzing the correct height to set a hearth, so a fire could pre-heat a woman’s bottom for a spanking, left Ingrid speechless. A faint mewing sound escaped her.

Lachlan smiled slightly. “Are you ready?”

Ingrid nodded, afraid to attempt words.

“Sit down, I’ll help you take off your boots.” His voice sounded kind, like a gentleman casually offering to help a lady remove her coat.

Ingrid slumped as Lachlan knelt at her feet. He unzipped the boots, loosened her boot stays, and with more tenderness than she’d have guessed possible, slid first one boot off and then the other.

He laid them on the ground beside her. Time slowed to a crawl for Ingrid. Shocked by how direct he was, how clearly his plans were laid out, she sat dumbfounded for a minute. Start with the easy things, she told herself and began to peel off a sock.

“Leave your socks on,” Lachlan said.

She looked at him quizzically.

“You don’t know? I’ll explain later.” Lachlan stood, moving away from her again. “Take off your jeans and panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

Disclaimer: The Romancing the Coast boxset contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in collection should be interpreted as Blushing Book’s or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

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Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

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The Simon in Charge series:

 Simon Says (book 1)

Winning Sadie (book 2)

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Three-book box set – Simon in Charge

A Time For Will

Novellas in Christmas anthologies: 

Prairie PromiseA Spanking Good New Year anthology

Love at Last Flight12 Naughty Days of Christmas anthology

 

Libby Campbell in her own words:

 

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.

Connect with Libby Campbell:

 

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Question time with Libby Campbell

Q: All the women in your books seem to be pretty well set up with careers and jobs when they meet their matches. Is this a coincidence?

When there is a real inequity between partners, especially where he is richer, taller, older, bigger etc, then he has the dominant advantage to start off with. I want my alphas to have more of a challenge, so I level the playing field.

I give her a lot of the status that might otherwise be part of his allure. If her life has a solid foundation, then he must work harder to impress and capture her.

Q: Where did the ghosts come from in Seeing Ronnie?

The small city where I live isn’t that old. It was first settled in the mid-nineteenth century, but it is considered one of the most haunted spots in Canada. Ronnie’s ghosts are based on a story told to me by one of my most “show me, I’m from Missouri-type” friends.

He was working as auditor downtown and turned up early at a new location one day. As he entered the ground floor of two-story office building, he heard voices and the sound of an old-fashioned industrial saw running somewhere close. That was odd, he thought, as he was in the middle of the city with no industry nearby.

As he walked up the stairs, he encountered a pocket of icy air, even though it was a hot July morning. The sound disappeared on the other side of the cold cell.

Later he learned the building was known to be haunted by the sawmillers who’d died on that spot a hundred years before.

Right after that, I started writing Ronnie and ghosts appeared almost the minute she stepped onto Seguro Island.

Can a sexy soldier convince her to give love another chance?

Look who I have visiting me today on the Neverending Book Tour?

 

Sierra Brave

Author of

Crystal Coast Love Connection

 Crystal Coast Romances Series

 

 

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After leaving a bad relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has

sworn off love and relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings

passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening

sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the

next morning, he’s determined to make her his own.

The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her.

What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?

 

 

Buy Links

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CA   https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07GRQT7WF

UK   https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GRQT7WF

Link to Series Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXdVRBsSCKA

 

Want a little taste of what’s inside?

 

His lips pressed against hers as she reached around his waist, clutching

his ass and squeezing both cheeks over his jeans. His pulse raced—he

loved how she wasn’t afraid to show she wanted him. His tongue

flickered across the seam of her lips, and she widened her mouth as if

to welcome him. A frenzied rush of movement flowed as they tasted

each other, igniting Chase’s passion.

 

She grabbed at the back of his sweater, inching it upward. He broke the

kiss to help her, pulling it off over his head and letting it fall where it

would. His breath caught. Does she want me as much as I want her? Not

able to hold back, he tugged at the hem of her tank top, yanking it up

just enough to expose her breasts. She gasped as the cold air hit her

perky nipples, instantly hardening them. He placed a hand over each

lobe, caressing them.

 

Jessica surprised him, leaning over and pressing his face into the scant

hair across his pectorals. She nuzzled the area, and his flesh tingled. He

grabbed an old cushion off one of the rocking chairs and dropped it

before kneeling on top of it, leaving his face in the perfect position to

grab her zipper with his teeth while he unsnapped the button above. He

pulled her pants down to her ankles before nestling his nose against

her soft cotton panties.

 

She grasped his hair as he jerked her underwear down. When the cool

breeze hit her bottom, she squealed, lifting on her toes. Chase took the

opportunity to lap at her clit while warming her ass by rubbing the

round globes. As he flicked his tongue against her pink flesh, Jessica’s

knees wobbled, but she steadied herself by grabbing his shoulders.

Chase hopped up on his feet and then lifted her. He placed her in the

rocking chair that still had a cushion over the seat. She positioned her

hands on the brightly painted wooden arms, wrapping her fingers

around the edge as he removed her tennis shoes and yanked her jeans

all the way off.

 

He kicked the cushion on the floor so it was in front of Jessica and

dropped on his knees.

 

“Spread those sexy legs, Jessie.”

 

“I don’t usually let anyone shorten my name, but I like the way it

sounds coming out of your mouth.”

 

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About Sierra:

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Guess who I have today on the NEVERENDING BLOG TOUR:

 

Daryl Devoré

 

and her fun, fan-yourself fantasy book

 

Love My Fate

 

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What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

 

Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate. 

 

Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.

 

Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he’s desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents – a fantasy.

 

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

 

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.

 

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Excerpt 1 – G rated

My erotic adventure began the moment he whispered, “Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?”

~ * * ~

Well okay, it didn’t exactly start there. If I’m going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat’s text: “Meet me at – insert name of five-star restaurant here.”

Kat’s always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don’t mind, I’m a highly-paid executive, in a large global corporation, while she’s a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company.

Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other’s wedding parties and cried on each other’s shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we’re each other’s go-to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –”Xavier’s. 6 pm.”

~ * * ~

Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. “Timing or what? I just got here.”

After the requisite cheek kiss, we stepped up to the Maitre D’. He smiled his I-must-be-friendly-because-they’re-guests smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put long-time—girlfriend stuff.

After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi.

“Do you trust me?” With a goofy grin on her face, Kat’s dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.

Having seen that innocent demeanour before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she’d gawked at me like that and asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh during Homecoming and I wasn’t in college anymore.

A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. “Convention Centre.”

I slid next to her and shut the car door. “What’s at the convention centre?”

“That’s the trust me bit.” She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at the words trust me.

You have to love air quotes.

I checked my cell for messages then glanced at her. “Is this going to get me arrested? Again?”

She shook her head.

“Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny, beer-soaked, college drunks?”

Kat giggled.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me.”

Air quotes.

Again.

 

INTERVIEW EXTRA:

6 Questions with Capri Gray from Love My Fate

  1. What is your full name and what do you do?

Capricious Gray – Capri for short and to add to that – I’m a Capri-corn.

At the start of my story I was an executive in a global corporation.

  1. How did you meet the man of your dreams?

That’s not easy to answer. The man of my dreams isn’t a man – sort of. We met at a sex toy convention.

  1. You obviously have to explain that!

My BFF, Kat, dragged me off to a sex toy convention. Her idea! And I heard this voice ask me to purchase something fun, something erotic and something dangerous. And it just went from there.

  1. So, did you buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous?

Suffice it to say, I made interesting purchases that evening which may have happened due to the consumption of several glasses of champagne.

  1. Any advice for the readers of your story?

If you like deep drama that focuses on the angst of modern society – this is so not the story for you. This is my story – an average woman living an average life when out-of-the-blue highly unusual things start happening.

 

Bio and Social Media Links

 

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl’s alter ego when she’s inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

 

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats – Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins – and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

 

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What is the NEVERENDING BLOG TOUR?

 

It is a group of authors who share their newest books cooperatively on a different blog each week. The participants are below. 

Do a little blog hopping of your own and check out what the authors are sharing this week.

NOTE: Not every author will be sharing a NEBT book every week but you can find some of their other posts as well.

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Kryssie Fortune Patty Devlin
Kathryn R. Blake Ashe Barker
Felicity Brandon BJ Wane
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Abbie Adams Alyssa Bailey
Anita Philmar Valerie Ullmer
Daryl Devore Libby Campbell
Sierra Brave Jaye Peaches

 

Predator and prey—trapped together in one final, beautiful dance—but only one of them could get out alive.

I have Felicity Brandon here with me today.

Her new book Flawed is out now!

Like Dark Romances?

Then you have come to the right place today.

Flawed

by

Felicity Brandon

 

Series: A Dark Necessities Prequel – Book One

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For some love stories, there is no happy ending.

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One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.

One deadly secret that should have stayed buried.

 

Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous,

Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate

enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.

For a while Lily’s love is enough.

 

But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their

burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms

with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong

enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s?

 

And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?

 

 

Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.

 

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Lily stood bent over and completely naked in front of him. It was like something out

of one of Ethan’s fantasies, and a part of him could barely believe they were both actually here and not dreaming.

“Fabulous,” he purred as she stepped gingerly out of her adorable panties. “Now, just
stay right there.”

“Like this?” she gasped.

Ethan was on his feet in a second, slapping her prone arse at Lily’s error. “What was
that, Lily?”

“Sir!” she exclaimed, correcting herself at once. “I’m sorry.”

He gently trailed a finger over the curve of her behind, aware of the way his cock
jumped at the touch. “You need to remember, beautiful,” he warned her. “You don’t want to add my belt to this evening.”

Lily’s body tensed under his fingertip. He actually felt the discernible tautness as his

hand shifted to the top of her thighs. “I will remember, sir,” she panted. He bet she would.

“This is every inch as good as I’d imagined,” he murmured. “I need you naked around
here all the time.”

“Ethan,” she breathed. “Sir.”

He edged left, tilting his head to examine her face. “Don’t you like being nude for

me?” he inquired. Ethan watched as her face began to color.

“It’s so… different,” she conceded at length. “I feel so vulnerable like this.”

That made him chortle. Vulnerable was exactly what Lily was now, and as if he

wanted to reinforce the point, he moved his hand to the underside of her pussy and

cupped her sex. Her nest of hair was wet already, suggesting Lily’s vulnerability made

her horny, as well as helpless.

“You’re mine,” he reminded her in a resolute tone. “All you need to think about is

being my good girl. Do you understand?”

One finger slipped idly into her sex, eliciting a gasp from Lily’s lips before she

responded. “Yes, sir,” she panted.

Ethan’s excitement swelled at the reply, combining with the incredible sensation of

her hot snatch. He needed to slow down himself, and remember this was Lily’s first time

following his instructions, yet everything about her made him want to shove his erection

straight into her wet, needy passage.

“I’d like to teach you something new tonight,” he murmured as he probed a little

deeper. “Are you up for the challenge?”

A small whimper escaped Lily’s lips.

“Was that a yes?” he replied with a laugh, easing the digit from her wonderful sex.

She gasped. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he answered, slapping her exposed behind playfully. “Then let’s have

you down on your hands and knees by my feet, Lily.”

 

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