Intrigue Me by Lacee Hightower #BDSM #ContemporaryRomance #NewRelease

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Intrigue Me (Tangled Pleasures)

An Erotic Romance Novel by Lacee Hightower

Publisher:  Evernight Publishing

Release Date:  June 11, 2019

 

Keywords:  MF, BDSM, Contemporary, Romance, HEA

WarningThis title contains explicit sex scenes, BDSM, and anal sex

 

What’s a person to do when they discover everything they’ve believed is nothing but lies?

I grew up wealthy, a spoiled rich kid some would say, blessed with a natural athletic physique and erotic good looks that could get me into the panties of just about any girl I set my mind to.

I wanted … what I wanted.

And that meant one thing: the beautiful brunette from study hall—but she left me high and dry.

Today, I have a heart made of stone.  I’m angry, a professed lifelong bachelor, and a sexual sadist.

My soul is a cold river.

Eight years later, she’s back in my life and holding secrets that are ruthless, unforgiveable.

I want to punish her, make her cry, watch her suffer.  I want to hate her for what she’s done.

But I want my hands on her.

Mine.  All mine.

I simply want … Ava Montgomery.

 

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I ached for him with such a depth that it was a visceral kind of pain. I wanted his hands on me, touching me everywhere, taking me to that place I’d fantasized about for years.

“It’s your decision, doll.”

“Are you going to tear up my butt? Leave bloody marks on my back? Ruin my nipples? Are you…” My voice faded into silence as I stared at his focused expression that was so sure, so certain, his eyes that sent shimmers down my spine, his body that made me cave with pleasure every time it came near me. Heat flowed through my veins. “Yes. God, yes. I want to know everything. I want you to…”

Before I finished the words that were caught in my throat, his lips were on mine, crushing his mouth against me with a scorching kiss that felt like he was ravenous. His hands twisted fiercely through my hair, my body arching into him as he licked into me, purging deep, kissing me for long minutes like he wanted me more than any one thing in his existence.

I wanted this so badly that it hurt.

His lips fell to the sweet spot just underneath my ear. “You wouldn’t happen to still have that blindfold by any chance?”

Another whimper rose up my throat as I collapsed into his chest, turning to soft liquid and ceding in submission.

Of course, I still had the blindfold. I’d stared at it a dozen times. Fantasized about what it would feel like being bound, in the dark, his hands on me, oblivious to his next move, and if all my daydreams were a reality … or a fool’s paradise.

“Yes,” I breathed, captivated.

“Grab it, kitten. And follow me.”

Blistering heat flooded my core as he trailed kisses across my neck.

“And, Ava,” he added in a hard tone, “before the night ends, my marks will be all over you.”

 

About the Author:

Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary romance with a nice big pinch of kink.  Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and shoes, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown in 2017.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.

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Untaming Delilah by Ashlynn Monroe #PNR #scifi #DarkDesire #werewolves #RomanceBooks @ashlynn_monroe

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The need to possess Delilah controls Mick, but he’ll do
whatever it takes to keep her safe.

 

Untaming Delilah (Destined Mates 1)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

Delilah’s rare medical disorder has made her a virtual prisoner of her guardian, Doctor Peter Amun, and the drug he created to keep her alive. She spends much of her time alone, buried in Gothic romance novels. But she often feels a strange connection — as if someone’s watching her.

Mick’s uncle has kept him locked in the old dungeon-like basement of the hospital since he was a teenager, but his consciousness can escape the hell of his existence for a time as he sees thru the eyes of the one woman he cannot live without. Delilah stirs what’s left of the man left inside the beast Mick has become. Delilah’s blood is an addiction he cannot escape — his body burns every time he feeds.

When a stranger joins forces with them to put a stop to Doctor Amun’s experiments, Mick is forced to accept a bond he doesn’t fully understand. The need to possess Delilah controls Mick, but the urge to protect her from what he has become fills him with bitter rage. He knows he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

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“Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York City…” Jonathan sang.

“I swear if you actually said ‘hello’ like a normal person I’d think you were body snatched by aliens,” Delilah said, attempting to cut him off. The song was his usual greeting. His cliche musical rendition of her name had been sweet for about twenty seconds, and now she found it completely irritating.

He grinned. Jon was a nice, albeit obnoxious, senior biology major, and Peter’s lab assistant.

Delilah stood outside the McArdle Laboratory for Cancer Research at the UW Madison campus. The breeze brushed her skin. A stronger gust penetrated her cotton T-shirt, raising goose bumps on her arms. She shivered. Cold was Wisconsin’s favorite temperature, but this was early September and she was dressed for a warmer day.

Jon held the door for her as she hurried inside the facility. Heat flowed over her and the realization the furnace was already on was a relief and surprise. Delilah’s tense muscles loosened up. Peter wouldn’t be happy if he saw her.

“Your dad is going to be pissed off if you get sick, Delilah,” Jon warned, almost as if he’d been reading her mind.

She shrugged. “Peter Amun may be the closest thing to family I have left — he became my guardian after my parents died, and he’s still my doctor — but he’s not my father.”

Still, Peter would freak if she caught pneumonia again. When she was sick, he couldn’t get accurate results from blood tests because her white blood cell count went up. Without the results, he couldn’t give her the right dose of the #5-23 injection to stave off the seizures.

“Really?” Jon genuinely sounded surprised. He had only been Peter’s assistant a couple of weeks, long enough for her to know way too much about him, but not long enough for her to be comfortable spilling the sad tale of how she came to live with the doctor her parents had trusted.

“Yep. He’s a good man, but he’s not my dad.” That was as much as he was going to get from her. If he really wanted to know, there were others in the facility willing to gossip about poor, sickly Delilah and her rare brain tumor that made her see crazy shit.

“What’s going on in your head? You went like a million miles away,” Jon muttered with a hint of annoyance in his tone. He pushed his shaggy brown hair out of his face.

“Nothing that would interest you, I promise.”

“I don’t know, you seem like the kind of girl with deep thoughts and big plans,” Jon said in a flirty way that made her inner voice groan.

“I think I was wondering which Kardashian I want to be when I grow up,” she lied.

Jon grinned. “Aren’t you cute.” Jon put emphasis on the word cute.

As soon as someone discovered she had a terminal illness, interaction always got weird, so she didn’t flirt back. He was incredibly handsome, and that made it harder for her to ignore him. Poor Jon didn’t deserve to be the next person she needed to console over her imminent demise.

“Oh, that’s right, I was wondering if they ever found the body of Peter’s last assistant. He liked to bother me too… And then there was that experiment that went horrifically wrong…” She let her voice trail away absentmindedly and cringed for effect.

Jon’s big hazel eyes widened, just a little, and his nostrils flared. He always asked her questions, but something made her hold back from giving him straight answers. There was something different about the lab assistant that she just couldn’t put her finger on. Jon backed off, actually side stepping to give her more room.

Relief flooded her and she grinned as she walked a little faster toward the stairs.

 

 

Snowfyer by Marteeka Karland #rockstar #RomanceBooks

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SnowFyer’s lead singer meets his match in a fiery redhead.
The only question? Which one is cockier?

 

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Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

Seth Snow: One hundred percent cocky bastard, Seth has never met a woman whose panties he couldn’t get into. He is the frontman for SnowFyer, a hard rock band with a bad reputation.

Scarlett Fyer: Sister to SnowFyer’s lead guitarist and the band’s manager, Scarlett is an excellent musician herself. Among her many talents is driving Seth crazy. As she sees it, the man is too damned cocky for his own good. Well, things are about to change.

SnowFyer: With the band in need, Scarlett has to put aside any misgivings she has about fronting a band the caliber of SnowFyer. Unfortunately, Seth is the one to voice her lack of experience. Which won’t do. At all. What’s a girl to do? Take the rooster by the comb and pull until something gives…

 

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“Seth!” The busty blonde caught his attention as she flashed a perfect set of double D tits for him to sign. No bra, naturally. Beside her, not to be outdone, a brunette dropped her short shorts and bent over for him to sign one lusciously rounded ass cheek. The hot-pink thong with sparkles in the triangle disappearing between her cheeks seemed to wink at him in the glitter of camera flashes. After signing his name with the black Sharpie she provided, he gave the globe a light slap. She squealed in delight.

“Ladies,” he said, cocky grin in place.

“How about a little kiss,” the blonde said, winking at him while still thrusting her tits at him, shaking them a little. There was no doubt what she meant for him to kiss. Ever agreeable, Seth leaned down and sucked her nipple between his lips, licking the ripe bud with his tongue in a flutter.

“Ohh!” she cried, threading her hands through his long locks. “I can return the favor in your room if you want.” She giggled when he let her nipple go with a loud pop.

“Both of us could,” the brunette pouted, not to be ignored. She gave the blonde a side eye, having realized she’d been bested in the autograph arena.

“Another time, ladies.” He chuckled. “The show’s over, but there’s still work to do.” He gave each woman a passionate kiss while the cameras clicked and flashed happily away. Then, just for shits and giggles, he pulled them both to him so they shared a three-way kiss. This was all part of who SnowFyer was. All part of the show. But Seth loved it. Loved knowing he had his pick of women. Groupies weren’t normally his style, but he couldn’t deny the appeal some of them presented. Like this pair.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single woman in the whole Goddamned universe who didn’t want a piece of Seth Snow. As evidenced by the mob of them outside the sold-out arena. And his hotel. SnowFyer was as popular as it ever was, and he was the frontman, rivaled in popularity only by Arsen, his lead guitarist. The band was the hottest thing going today. Had been for nearly two decades. Though they were aging by today’s standards, no one seemed to be able to get enough of them. Every album they released made it to number one on the Billboard Hot One Hundred. Every song made it at least into the top fifty. There seemed to be no end to it.

With a wave and a cocky grin, he strode back to the bus, head high, the image of confidence and arrogance. He’d just walked away from what would surely be a very hot fuck, and he couldn’t care less. Probably because he was a cocky bastard. The second he entered the bus and the door closed, Seth was a different person. All business.

“You going to be able to make it one more show?” Arsen had his left hand in ice water.

The lead guitarist winced as he removed his hand, drying it on a nearby towel. He flexed it several times before shaking his head. “No. I’m done.”

 

 

Austin’s Ward by Lynn Burke #bikerbooks #NewRelease #Romance @AuthorLynnBurke @changelingpress

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#MCRomance #Suspense #Vigilante #AlphaBiker #OrganizedCrime #Series #HEA

Austin’s Ward

Devil’s Outlaws 3

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

World-Wide Release Date: May 24, 2019

He won’t stop until her safety is secured—even if it means his heart is lost in setting her free.

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As the Devil’s Outlaws Sergeant at Arms, Austin Butterbaugh has no intention of getting involved. A self-proclaimed bachelor for life, he endured a broken heart and refuses to suffer the same again. But the second Cadence Fraser crosses his path, with her long blonde hair and curves, she owns him.

Sleeping with a senator didn’t offer Cadence the ticket to a better life she’d hoped for. Instead, she’s on the run for her life, straight into a badass biker’s arms—as his ward, under the Outlaw’s protection. Although fire flares to life between them, and Austin satisfies her in ways she’d never known, fear has Cadence’s sights set on something more.

With the senator hell-bent on eliminating every trace of his indiscretions, bodies will fall in Austin’s determination to protect Cadence. Failure won’t be tolerated, even if saving her could mean losing her forever. Her happiness is all that matters, but can Cadence fight past her fears to see a future with Austin before it’s too late?

*Warning: Contains adult content and graphic violence.

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“Take the bed,” he said and closed himself in the bathroom—with the bottle of whiskey.

Eyeing his bed, I chewed on the inside of my lip. I glanced at the couch he’d vacated. It wasn’t nearly long or wide enough for his height and bulk.

“Shit.” I heaved a sigh and crawled under his comforter, burying my face in one of the two pillows. Perfume a la Austin flared heat up through my body, and I closed my eyes as the devil on my shoulder insisted scratching an itch never hurt anyone.

“The fuck it didn’t,” I muttered, punching the feather pillow and curling up on the bed’s edge, facing away from the bathroom door.

The shower turned on, and I imagined Austin using that bar of soap I’d had all over my body running down the bumps and valleys of muscle lining his. Did he grow hard while washing his cock? His balls?

I bit the inside of my lip, determined to keep my hands beneath his pillow.

Did he stroke his length, head tipped back, while thinking about me in his bed? I knew he wanted me—the sexual tension between us could have electrified the entire compound for a goddamn week.

A low groan snapped my eyelids open, and I held my breath, ears straining.

“Fuck.” The low, drawn-out curse coming from the bathroom pebbled my skin.

Did I imagine the fisting slaps of a hand wrapped around a cock? Did my ears deceive, allowing me to think one final muffled grunt shot cum from the swollen head of his dick?

Damnit.” I growled, my entire body like a live wire, ready to burn down my fucking life.

The water shut off, and again, I held my breath, ears ringing for sounds of his movement. Water ran again, and I realized I hadn’t brushed my teeth—not that I had a spare toothbrush in my bag anyway.

A quick exhale into my cupped hand revealed I wouldn’t knock out a dragon, but still.

What did I care? I grumbled a bit more in my head, but the opening of the bathroom door stalled all thought.

Austin moved into the room, and I listened as he opened a cabinet and shut it. Unable to help myself, I shifted onto my back.

A towel slung low around his hips.

Goddamn, the muscles…

My mouth flooded with drool, and I bit back a moan as he turned. Rippled abs snagged my focus. The sexy as fuck V of muscle disappearing beneath the towel turned my mouth’s drool factory on maximum.

“Just going to grab my pillow,” he muttered, moving toward the bed, his low voice pebbling my skin again.

“There’s plenty of room in the bed,” I heard myself say, hating the breathless tone that escaped—and how the final word cut short on a squeak as I lifted my gaze to his face.

Quiet rang in my ears for a few heartbeats as we stared at one another, heat licking over my skin, flushing me from head to toe. The promise in his eyes of more than a mere fuck, in and out, thank you darlin’, sent a shudder through me.

Austin wouldn’t be kind or gentle in the sack. He seemed the type that would tie a girl up, use her to satisfy his every whim, and leave her a spent and smiling from exhaustion. My mouth dried, nipples pebbled to painful points.

“Couch is kind of small,” he said, tearing his gaze away first, his brow furrowing.

I tried to swallow the dryness from my throat as the tension simmering between us intensified, crackling with energy enough the hairs on my arms rose.

“You’re very alert and cautious,” I said, desperate to get my mind off fucking and how good every inch of him would feel pressing me down into his mattress.

He grunted in agreement, hands fisting at his sides, but didn’t move otherwise.

I remembered how his gaze had scanned the strip joint’s parking lot before we’d left, the glimpses he’d tossed from mirror to mirror as the miles had faded behind us, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and had ended up with my head against his truck’s passenger window.

“What made you that way?” I asked, needing to fill the silence, needing to end the sexually charged atmosphere choking me.

“Long fucking story that’s none of your business.”

Grumpy much? At least his abrupt words eased the unbearable ache between my thighs. “Is your name really Austin?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your last name?”

He hesitated a moment before answering. “Butterbaugh.”

The name didn’t match his badass biker sexiness one bit, and I found myself wanting to giggle. “Are you really from Texas?” I asked what Hannah had already told me.

“Yes.”

I nibbled on the inside of my lip again, unable to help from ogling his massive chest as he studied the apartment around us as though desperate to keep from looking at me in his bed. “What brought you to D.C.?”

“Another long fucking story.”

I frowned at his disinterest in elaborating. “Are you always this closed off?”

“Are you always this nosey?”

I huffed and considered turning away, but he dropped the goddamn towel and slid under the comforter before I could move.

Blinking didn’t erase the image of his semi-hard cock hanging low between his thighs I’d caught a quick glimpse of. So much for the desert mouth. Drool flooded, and I swallowed. “You could at least put on some boxers,” I managed to croak as if I had zero desire to have his naked ass in bed with me.

“I don’t wear underwear.”

Lovely. The thought boiled my blood—and also pissed me the hell off. I didn’t want to be turned on by the mountain of a man whose care I’d been placed under. I didn’t want to be all wet, warm, and willing for his huge cock to plunder all three holes of my body.

Scratching the itch won’t hurt. I scowled at the ceiling at the devil’s voice in my ear.

“Close your eyes and sleep, Cadence. You’re safe.”

Safe. I held in my snort. Perhaps safe from the senator for the time being, but certainly not from my libido.

© Lynn Burke 2018

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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#CoverReveal – Spider (Hades Abyss MC) by Harley Wylde #eroticromance #bikerbooks #MayDecember #interracialcouple @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

One look in her haunted eyes and Spider knows he can’t walk away.

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

Luciana – All I’ve known is pain and suffering at the hands of men, even my father, a man who was supposed to love and protect me. I’ve survived, nothing less and nothing more. When I’m dropped off with a club of bikers, I figure it’s more of the same. I’ll do as I’m told, make sure I please them, and hope that one day I’ll find a way to escape. There is only one thing that could ever break me, and I’m scared of what will happen when the club learns of my secret. Will they return me to my father? Or will I be used to broker yet another deal? It never occurred to me the President of Hades Abyss would be my salvation, or that I would fall in love with him. I never knew men could be honorable and kind. He’s all gruff and domineering, but under that rough exterior I can see the heart of gold he tries to hide.

Spider – Casper VanHorne asked my club to take in two Colombian princesses. Well, he didn’t use the term princess, but I have no doubt they’ll be spoiled little bitches. The first time I see Luciana and her sister, I think I’ve got them pegged just right. I have too much shit to do to babysit, and I will do anything to make them run home to daddy. Until I look in Luciana’s eyes and see the fear she’s trying to hide. Something isn’t right, I know it deep in my gut. I never once thought a woman nearly forty years younger than me would ever captivate me, but Luciana holds me spellbound the more I get to know her. I didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want a woman in my life… but sometimes the Fates know better than a mere mortal  man, and Luciana is exactly what I need.

When her father demands her return, I vow to keep her safe. Now that she’s mine, I’ll march into hell if need be in order to keep her by my side. No fucking way I’ll let the sick bastards who hurt her get their hands on her again.

WARNING: This book contains bad language, graphic sex, violence, a heroine who has been physically and sexually abused, and an alpha male who will get vengeance at any cost.

 

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ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE

International Best Selling Author!

Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

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Tank (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde #bikers #RomanceBooks #MCromance #NewAdult #NewRelease #interracial @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

TANK (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Genres/Themes: MC Romance, New Adult, Silver Fox, Contemporary, Interracial

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Emmie — I overheard my father promise my hand in marriage to a man who is so cold I’m not sure he even has a heart. So I did what any young woman would do. I ran. My sister, Federal Agent Lupita Montoya, gave me sanctuary in the US and helped me file the proper paperwork so I could stay indefinitely. Now Lupita is in prison and my time is running out. My father and Ernesto will be coming for me. When Lupita sends me to the Dixie Reapers compound in Alabama, I know they’re my last hope. I just didn’t count on falling for one of them.

Tank — The hot little Latina I’ve had my eye on for three weeks is in trouble, and the time for waiting is over. I thought I’d claim her, get those Spanish bastards to back off, but then she knocked me off my feet. Emmie is really Emelda Montoya, sister to the woman I chased around Christmas, and someone my club owes a debt. It makes Emmie hands off, but I’ve never been good at backing down, especially when I see something I want. And I want Emmie to be mine. She’s over a decade younger than me, but I’m not going to let something like age stand in my way, and I’m sure as hell not going to let her mobster father get between us. I’ll bury him if I have to, along with that sick bastard, Ernesto.

But the more digging my club does, the more twisted the tale becomes. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure we can handle the trouble that’s landed on our doorstep, but I will die trying to protect the woman I’m falling for, the woman I accidentally knocked up, the woman I call wife.

Warning: Contains some violence and some darker themes. If you’re looking for a sweet read, this isn’t it. There’s melt your panties sex and a biker who will stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2019 Harley Wylde

 

The new waitress at the diner was a cute thing, and familiar somehow. Her dark hair hung down her back in curls, nearly falling to her waist even with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was the first thing I’d noticed. The second had been the killer curves that would be more than a handful. I’d always had a thing for short, curvy women. Her skin was flawless, even though she looked overly tired with dark circles under her eyes. Fatigue seemed to be weighing her down, and I noticed she struggled to keep up. She’d popped up a few weeks ago, and I’d been here nearly every day since the first glimpse I’d had of her. It was her eyes that seemed so familiar.

“Isn’t she a little young for you?” Wire asked, nodding toward my obsession.

I shrugged. It was true enough, she didn’t look very old, and I preferred my women closer to thirty, if not older. Didn’t mean I couldn’t look. Woman with a body like that, it was really damn hard not to stare. I got hard just thinking about that perfect ass of hers, bent over as she begged to be fucked. I wondered if she was a screamer.

I wasn’t the only one noticing her. Several of the male customers checked her out. I’d even seen one try to grab her ass, but she’d managed to twist away. I’d been about two seconds from getting up and handling the situation, but she’d kept going like it hadn’t happened. Made me wonder if she dealt with that shit all the time, and it only pissed me off. I’d never condoned men taking what wasn’t offered. There was a difference in fucking a willing woman and trying to grab someone who didn’t want your attention. Some assholes learned that the hard way, usually after I’d put my fist through their face to teach them some manners.

My conscience pricked when I thought about Wraith’s woman, Rin. I’d nearly tossed her out on her ass the first night she’d appeared at our gates. If I’d done that, she’d be dead right now. I’d been an asshole to her, and I wasn’t proud of myself. At the time, I’d been hurting over a stupid cunt who had tried to trick me into staying with her, and I’d taken it out on poor Rin. Blair had been a complete bitch, but I hadn’t gotten away soon enough. I’d apologized to Rin for my behavior since then, but I knew Wraith wouldn’t forgive me anytime soon.

The petite waitress didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would string men along, unlike the woman I’d been seeing up until two years ago. I’d found out Blair had several stallions in her stable, confronted her about, and then she’d tried to trick me into believing I’d gotten her pregnant. I’d strung her along a little longer, until I could prove her to be a liar. She hadn’t soured me on women, though. Pissed me off good and proper, but I still got my dick wet at the clubhouse often enough. No, the woman who had fucked me over in my early twenties had soured me on relationships. Blair was my first attempt to be with a woman longer than a few days, and look how that had turned out.

The little Latina waitress had a name tag that said Emmie and the name was as cute as she was. My brothers had given me hell, telling me I should just ask her out. I was always careful not to sit in her section. I’d noticed the first time we’d come in after she’d been hired she froze when she saw us enter the diner. The blood had drained from her face, and I’d thought she might faint. It wasn’t the first time a woman had been afraid of us, and I doubted it would be the last. I knew I was more intimidating than most with my height and size. I wasn’t the enforcer for my club without reason. Someone started a fight, I could finish it, usually with them requiring a coroner when I was done.

“Are we going to eat here all the damn time just because you want to bang the hot little Hispanic girl?” Tempest asked. “Because the food is decent enough, but I’m starting to get tired of it.”

“No one said you had to come along,” I told him, my gaze still locked on Emmie.

“And miss it when you finally find your balls and go talk to her?” he asked. “No, until you man the fuck up and ask her out, I’ll just keep tagging along. Might be worth it if she shoots you down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman turn you away, except that federal agent. That one over there, she doesn’t look like someone who would be interested in a guy like you.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“For one, she’s what? Five feet nothing to your six feet five? How the hell would that even work?” Tempest asked.

I looked over at him and raised a brow. “Really? Do you need lessons? Is that why you’re still single? Not keeping the ladies happy in the bedroom?”

Tempest flipped me off, and I went back to watching Emmie.

No one knew her story. I’d asked around, but she was a complete unknown. No family in the area, and I’d heard she was staying at some shit motel on the other end of town. It wasn’t safe, and I’d taken to driving by there when I knew she was going home from work. Even though I made sure she got into her room without any problems, it was impossible to guarantee her safety past that. Not unless I camped out at her doorstep all night.

The bell over the door jingled, and Emmie went deathly pale, dropping the plate she’d been carrying. It shattered at her feet, but she was frozen in place. My gaze locked onto the men who had just entered the diner. It was obvious she recognized them, even though I didn’t, and I made it my mission in life to know all the big players in town. These men with their expensive suits, three hundred dollar haircuts, and arrogance weren’t small fish. They also didn’t look all that young.

“Emelda, it’s time to do your duty,” one of them said.

“How did you find me?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky.

“That doesn’t matter. Your fiancé is here, and he’s willing to forgive this transgression,” the man said, waving a hand at the guy standing next to him.

Fiancé? I hadn’t noticed a ring on her finger in all the days I’d been here. And yeah, I’d looked. I might be an asshole at times, but I never poached. If I’d have thought she belonged to someone else, I’d have backed off. Not that I’d really made a move yet anyway.

“I’m not going with either of you,” she said, tipping her jaw up.

The men advanced on her, and I knew I had a decision to make. Stand back and let things play out, or step in and extract the little angel from a situation she clearly wanted to avoid. I didn’t know who these men were, but it didn’t matter right then. They scared her, and that put them at the top of my list of assholes who needed to disappear.

I pushed my chair back and made my way over to her, but she didn’t even look at me. Her hands were clenched at her sides, but I could see the fear in her eyes, and I was willing to bet these men could too. They came closer, pausing a moment as I stepped up behind Emmie. I wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her back against my body.

“Everything all right, baby?” I asked. “These men bothering you?”

“Stay out of this,” the supposed fiancé said. “Emelda is mine, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just walk away. This is family business.”

“Family business?” I asked. “Then I guess I’ll just have to stick around, seeing as how Emmie is my woman.”

Who is Harley Wylde?

Harley Wylde is the international bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers MC and Devil’s Boneyard MC series. She writes alpha men, strong women, and romances so hot they’ll melt your e-reader. Visit Harley at harleywylde.com!

Passion, Pleasure, Pain: an anthology of Dominance and submission #BDSM #bondage #welovedoris #cancersucks #anthology #RomanceBooks #eroticromance #NewRelease #MayDecember

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Title: Passion, Pleasure, Pain: An anthology of Dominance and submission

Release Date: February 14, 2019

Cover Art: Lesli Richardson

Editors: Sandy Ebel from Personal Touch Editing, Ekatarina Sayanova from Red Quilled Editing LLC, Tracy Damron-Roelle

Keywords: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Dominance Submission D/s, MF, MM, Gay, Historical, Voyeurism, Spanking, Apparatus, Bondage, Interracial, Older hero/heroine, Transgender, Futanari, May/December, Addiction, Dark, MMF, Political romance, Political fiction, Governor Trilogy, Ménage, Shifters, Hotshot, Fire Fighter, Wildfire, Friends to Lovers

In each other they found the piece of themselves they hadn’t even realized was missing.

This D/s anthology was put together by writers who hold author, Doris O’Connor, near and dear to their hearts because the genre is one that was near and dear to Doris as an author. #F*ckCancer #WeLoveDoris

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You Belong to Me by Lynn Burke

Alabaster by Kastil Eavenshade

Risqué by London Saint James

Back on Top – A Wylde Shore Novella by Jan Graham

Hell’s Mercy by Katherine Wyvern

Deb by Name, Sub by Nature by Raven McAllan

Once Upon a Time by Erin M. Leaf

Shade Addiction by Lea Bronsen

Yes, Governor by Lesli Richardson

Entwined by Elyzabeth M. Valey

Burn by DC Stone

Claimed by the Stranger by R. Brennan

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You Belong to Me by Lynn Burke

My entire life is one bold-faced, fucking lie. Son of Victor Laurent and sole heir to the entire Laurent fortune built up from a few great grandfathers back in the Civil War times, I’ve been raised—groomed—to be the perfect Southern gentleman. Proper and full of self-control, a man who can keep hold on the vices that help me live my daily life of pure, fucking drudgery.

I know what it means to be controlling not just of myself but of the woman who will one day kneel at my feet. The one who belongs to me, however, is promised to another—and claiming what is mine could cost me everything.

Author Bio:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Author Links:

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/

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Alabaster by Kastil Eavenshade

Alixandre Chastain enjoys the darker side of Paris. A Libertine by trade, no flesh is barred from his roaming hands, no matter what lay betwixt their legs. Except when news of his lustful ways reaches his God-fearing parents, they strip him of title and cast him out. Alixandre’s now adrift and with an uncertain future, but an interesting proposition by Comte Phelipe Richelien promises to replace everything he lost with a new world of decadent pleasure like no other. But can Alixandre submit to his new Master? And will his guarded heart be laid bare by one spoken word—Alabaster.

Author Bio:

Kastil Eavenshade is multi-published author pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she’s dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history–past, present, or future–is safe from the clutches of her muse.

Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they’ve always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn’t be here. She finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other.

Author Links:

https://kastil.wordpress.com/

Risqué by London Saint James

Alex

Camilla Maria Campanelli. I’d caught glimpses of the woman when she popped into my Manhattan gallery—there to collect a commission for the paintings we sold for her. So let’s just say I never expected the wet-dream version of Camilla to sashay into Indigo House, an exclusive member’s only club that catered to very specific clientele with extremely particular desires.

Camilla

The night I stepped out on my balcony, I hadn’t intended to be a voyeur though I ended up being one. And what shocked me even more than my uncharacteristic behavior? I’d actually been aroused watching two strangers get their kink on. But I wasn’t into D/s. I’d never even read those Fifty Shades books all my sisters went on and on about.

So why was I affected?

I needed some real, solid answers. And there was only one way to do that.

Author Bio:

London Saint James has lived in many places but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Author Links:

Web: https://www.londonsaintjames.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LSJRomance

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LSJRomance/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/londonsaintjames/

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance

Back on Top – A Wylde Shore Novella by Jan Graham

Barry Reid never imagined becoming friends with three Doms and their subs would change his life so dramatically. When he settled into marriage and family life with his wife, Meg, he set aside his dominant tendencies, happy to lead a vanilla life. With Meg’s newfound interest in BDSM it’s up to Barry to connect with his inner Dom and figure out how they can make the lifestyle work for them—even if it’s only in the bedroom.

Author Bio:

Jan Graham is an author of Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Her stories contain erotic elements, with some including elements of BDSM. She has numerous published titles to her credit, with more to come once she overcomes her current bout of procrastination. Jan lives in Newcastle, Australia where she writes, reads, feeds her Netflix addiction and drinks coffee with friends.

For those who enjoy labels and tags, as well as being an author, Jan is a submissive, an aunt, dyslexic, a lover of all things tempting and naughty (including chocolate), a participant in the BDSM community, a widow, an orphan, and sometimes a wild child.

In short, she is generally a bit of an eccentric who lives her life slightly left of center. You can find out more about Jan and her work by visiting the following links.

Author Links:

Website: http://www.jangraham.com.au

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JanGrahamAuthorpage/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jan-Graham/e/B0071Q0SA8/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jan_graham

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com.au/JanGrahamauthor/

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jan-graham

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/916928.Jan_Graham

Hell’s Mercy by Katherine Wyvern

Wealthy, charismatic, influential and damn near immortal, Lukan Løvensgård looks like natural Dom material, and in fact he has never, but never submitted to anyone in his long life. But among all the bizarre and fantastic people roaming the far planet of Cydonia, there is one who stole his old, cold heart.

Her love comes at a price. Complete surrender.

With her impressive presence and unusual equipment, Helenay is the hottest and trendiest professional Domme in Neu Venedig and she hardly has the time to top for pleasure these days. But she knows what her old friend Lukan needs, something he never suspected. Release from power.

Author Bio:

I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime probably makes me a cougar, ahem.

Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts… Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next.

I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people.

Like Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.

I have been writing since I can remember.

Author Links:

Katherine’s Blog: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/

Katherine’s Website: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/katherinewyvern

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KatherineWyvern

Or follow her on Instagram @katherinewyvern

Deb by Name, Sub by Nature by Raven McAllan

He can command his men…

But can he command Deborah?

Major Oliver Cantor, newly back from the continent, has always wanted Deborah. However she is an innocent. A lady who has no idea just what Oliver wants, needs and desired.

Or does she?

She knows he is dominant and wants someone to be his submissive.

She also knows it should be her.

Now all she has to do is persuade him of that fact.

You’d think it would be easy, but…

Author Bio:

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

Author Links:

Website: http://www.ravenmcallan.com/

Blog: http://ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ravenkatyandkera

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

Once Upon a Time by Erin M. Leaf

Charlie has never been in love because he’s never believed in happily ever after. He prides himself on being a good friend and a good Dom, and that’s always been enough for him, except lately nothing feels right. He doesn’t know if he’s having a mid-life crisis or what, but his best friend suddenly looks hot as hell, and nothing about that is normal.

Ryan’s straight friend Charlie has always had his back: when he came out, when he got married, and when his husband died. He’d do anything for the guy he’s been secretly in love with forever. So when Charlie suddenly proposes a spanking scene under the guise of “relaxing” him, he almost runs the opposite direction. Except, what if this is his one chance to finally show Charlie what real love feels like?

Author Bio:

Erin M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a specialty in edgy erotic tension.

Author Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EdgyAuthorErin/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/erinmleaf

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/erin.m.leaf/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Erin-M.-Leaf/e/B0042TXIYU/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4355929.Erin_M_Leaf

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/erin-m-leaf/

Shade Addiction by Lea Bronsen

Ex-boxer Mike Logan struggles to put a brutal past behind and make ends meet as a bus driver. When a young runaway settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed—get her home safely. But first, they’ll drive around and talk.

What he doesn’t anticipate is that this broken night angel is also a sexy little minx needing a lot more…and not just the gentle kind.

Author Bio:

Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, historical romance, and dark erotic romance.

Author Links:

Website: https://leabronsen.com/

Blog: https://leabronsen.com/blog/

Facebook profile: https://www.facebook.com/wildhearted.author

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/LeaBronsen/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LeaBronsen

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6966248.Lea_Bronsen

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Lea-Bronsen/e/B00BTFT8KS/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/leabronsen/

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Google+: https://plus.google.com/+AuthorLeaBronsen

Yes, Governor by Lesli Richardson

As chief of staff to the governor of Florida, Carter has a well-deserved rep as a bastard extraordinaire. But when he’s dealing with two governors for the price of one on Christmas Eve, will the Master find himself outmatched and outmaneuvered by his wily political pets?

Note: This standalone short story takes place after Chief (Governor Trilogy 3) and can be read as a standalone independent from the trilogy.

Author Bio:

Author Lesli Richardson, who is better-known by her more prolific wild-child Tymber Dalton pen name, lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. She writes a wide variety of heat levels and genres, from mainstream sci-fi all the way to scorching ménage.

The two-time EPIC award winner and part-time Viking shield-maiden in training loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, including The Reluctant Dom, the Governor Trilogy, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, and many others.

She lives in her own little world, but it’s okay—they all know her there.

Author Links:

Website: http://www.tymberdalton.com


Entwined
by Elyzabeth M. Valey

Mallory Brown doesn’t go home with strangers, and while she’s all for a great spanking, she doesn’t do BDSM relationships. Fantasizing is more her speed. And when she catches a glimpse of Master Murphy, fantasies fill her brain.

But Master Murphy has other plans. He enters her life full-steam and won’t take no for an answer. While she’s compelled to say yes, is she really ready to say goodbye to her world as she knows it to become permanently entwined with His?

Author Bio:

Ely Valey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’ darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she’s not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab and Golden Retriever mix, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends and family.

Author Links:

Website: http://www.elyzabethmvaley.com/

Blog: http://www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Elyzabeth-M-VaLey/217055075022594

Twitter: http://twitter.com/ElyzabethVaLey

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elyvaley/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4515587.Elyzabeth_M_VaLey

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Elyzabeth-M.-VaLey/e/B005VOP2IK

Burn by D.C. Stone

Cain Silvers is the Captain of one of the nation’s best Hotshot fire fighter groups there is, and his world has turned upside-down when his best friend’s kid sister, Chloe Crowley joins the team. Chloe has always made him uneasy with her attraction to him, something he refused to act on because of who she was and how innocent she is.

Chloe wants to make a difference in the world, and following her passion to become one of the few females in an all-male industry is just the start. She’s set on proving herself to her team, but still follows her own rules, ones that could get her into a lot of trouble.

Passion collides with desire in their story, leading up to actions that could burn everybody.

Author Bio:

DC Stone has over sixteen years of investigative experience, including working as a criminal investigator in the United States military. She currently works as an internal affairs investigation manager by day and a romantic suspense author by night. She has her Master’s degree in Criminal Justice and is dubbed, “The Investigative Whisper.” She provides numerous workshops that help authors gain insight into “digging” into a character’s mind to better understand motives, create suspense, and help maintain conflict.

When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 Vice President and Conference Chair for NJRW. Find her at the following stops: Facebook PAGE, Facebook PROFILE, Twitter, and her Website.

Author Links:

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/authorDCStone

Facebook profile: https://www.facebook.com/dc.stone.92

Twitter: @DCStoneauthor

Website: www.authordcstone.com

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