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Yet he unearths not a monster, but a smoldering and secret desire – one that has always terrified Willow, and may be her undoing. His touch sets her alight. His strength burns through her like flame. And his control melts her each time he binds her virgin body, possesses her, teaches her the strength in weakness and the passion in submission. But that passion may be her damnation, and in the end Willow must choose: Priest’s love, or her own life.
When his every kiss is pure sin…can she resist damnation long enough for Priest to find his way to redemption?
TRIGGER WARNING 18+: This story contains content centered around non-consent, bodily autonomy, sexual assault, bodily functions, and violence. Please focus on self-care above all, and don’t be afraid to put the book down if you need to in order to protect yourself. You come first, always.
And she felt it when that taunting, teasing fingertip hooked in her panties, slipping into the opening just above her thigh, and she realized just what he intended to do.
“Don’t touch me.”
Suddenly she could move again—and she writhed against the ropes, fighting to squirm away. But she had barely an inch of slack, nowhere to go but against the ropes, hanging in midair and so fucking helpless she would scream with sheer rage if she didn’t want to cry with sheer hopelessness. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying watching her struggle? Enjoying how her skin tightened and pulled and her nipples swelled and her breaths came shallow with every touch, her fucking disobedient body whispering dirty thing, dirty thing, give me more of that dirty thing while her mind and heart screamed no, no, not like that, never like that?
Was he enjoying having her at his mercy, unable to escape his every touch?
His fingers dug into the fabric of her panties. Clenched it against his fist. Pulled. Cloth creased, bit, burrowed into her dirty, dirty thing, her wet dirty thing, her pulsing dirty thing, and she was a fucking dirty thing when she arched off the seat and cried out and whimpered and mewled, as he dragged the cloth against her and all she felt was sweet-rough friction and that slickness, sickness, wet and running like a licking tongue.
“D-don’t,” she cried again, and yet he only pulled harder, the panties so much worse than the rope when every fold and crease molded to her flesh like liquid fire and left nothing untouched. “Don’t!”
He paused, held that steady pressure, keeping her on the end of a taut-stretched wire. “Are you a virgin, firefly?” he growled.
She spat in his face.
Panting, body heaving, she drew back and spat in his face, and watched with a sort of foggy, dazed satisfaction as it landed in a wet streak on his cheek, dripping down his bronzed skin like a tear. He remained unmoved, watching her steadily, waiting, holding her dangling from the one hand as if he hardly felt her weight and those damnable fingers pulling her panties against her flesh.
“My body is not your business,” she hissed.
“Right now, your body is my property.” He slid a fingertip down into the crease between her hip and thigh, the place where the seam of her panties normally cut in whenever she sat, moved, shifted; there was something too personal about that touch, so close and yet so far, a threat that made her shrink back even as that feeling inside her nearly exploded, that hollow feeling that seemed like a rapacious beast, a dragon with an open maw and empty gullet that was hungry, so hungry to be full. “I want an answer.”
He bunched her panties into his hand again, curling the fabric in stretched wrinkles against his palm—and this time when he pulled he gave no quarter, a single sharp rip and a sound of cloth tearing like tape pulling off the spool, high and shrill. There was a moment’s painful bite, a muted cry welling in her throat, and then the pressure eased as the tatters of her panties fell, forgotten, to the floor.
Still he watched her. And she, naked with nowhere to hide, curled into herself; she felt her nudity like a presence, like a thing touching her and twisting over her flesh to force her to feel every moment of her exposure, every moment of her vulnerability and helplessness. Priest said nothing. He didn’t need to. He never needed to. When he wanted an answer, he got one, and would wait her out as he had before, implacable and unmoving and relentless. She had always imagined men like him to be all force, all bluster, all violence and snarling and threats.
She was quickly learning that silence—silence and careful, metered application of just enough strength to drive his point home—was just as effective as force.
And just as frightening.
Dangling from his grip like a puppy, she hung her head. Anything not to meet those piercing eyes; anything not to feel the shame of giving in to the quiet demand in his gaze; anything to make this end, so he would stop tormenting her and leave her alone.
“…yes,” she mumbled. Still he didn’t speak, or put her down. Defeat sparked into frustration, and she glared at him from under the fall of her hair. “Yes, all right? Are you happy? Is that what you fucking wanted to know?”“Yes,” he said simply, and lowered her to the floor.
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The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family’s business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil.
Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret that could that destroy them both.
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A Note From Lisa
· Book One – Hard Rules – August 9, 2016
· Book Two – Damage Control – February 2017
· Book Three – Bad Deeds – August 2017
· Book Four – End Game – February 2018
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straighten, intending to claim my coffee and find a seat, when a pretty
twenty-something brunette races forward in a puff of sweet, floral-scented
perfume, and grabs it.
grimaces. “What is this?” She turns to the counter. “Excuse me,” she calls out.
“My drink is wrong.”
drink,” Karen reprimands her, setting a new cup on the counter. “This is your drink.” She reaches
for my cup and turns it around, pointing to the name scribbled on the side.
“This one’s for Shane.” She glances at me. “I’ll be right back to fix this. I
have another customer.”
and she hurries away, while my floral-scented coffee thief faces me, her
porcelain cheeks flushed, her full, really damn distracting mouth, painted
pink. “I’m so sorry,” she offers quickly. “I thought I was the only one without
my coffee and I was in a hurry.” She starts to hand me my coffee and then
quickly sets it on the counter. “You can’t have that. I drank out of it.”
picking it up. “You grimaced with disgust after trying it.”
matches the short-sleeved silk blouse, go wide. “Oh. I mean no. Or I did, but
not because it’s a bad cup of coffee. It’s just very strong.”
looking quite serious. “Did you know that in some third- world countries they
bottle that stuff and sell it as a way to grow hair on your chest.” She lowers
her voice and whispers, “That’s not a good look for me.”
midst of a chuckle I would have claimed wasn’t possible five minutes ago, “I
don’t share that dilemma.” I lift my cup and add, “Cheers,” before taking a
drink, the heavy, rich flavor sliding over my tongue.
exceedingly uncomfortable, before repeating, “I drank from that cup.”
it back to her. “Try another drink.”
it on the counter. “I can’t drink that. And you can’t either.” She points to
the hole on top, now smudged pink. “My lipstick is all over it and I really
hate to tell you this but it’s all over you too and . . .” She laughs, a soft,
sexy sound, her hands settling on her slender, but curvy hips, accented by a
fitted black skirt. “Sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, but it’s not a good shade
and impossibly charmed by this woman in spite of being in the middle of what
feels like World War III. “Seems you know how to make a lasting impression.”
lasting,” she says. “It’ll wipe right off. And thank you for being such a good
sport. I really am sorry again for all of this.”
a napkin from the counter and offer it to her. “You get it off.”
says, clearly recovering her quick wit. “You put it on you.”
put it on me, we both would have enjoyed it much more than we are now.” I
glance at the napkin.
hugs herself, her sudden shyness an intriguing contrast to her confident
banter. “I’ll let you know if you don’t get it all.”
stained lips curve at her quick wit but I take the napkin and wipe my mouth,
arching a questioning brow when I’m done. She points to the corner of my mouth.
“A little more on the left.”
courage, but takes it. “Fine,” she says, stepping closer, that wicked sweet
scent of hers teasing my nostrils. Wasting no time, she reaches for my mouth,
her body swaying in my direction while my hand itches to settle at her waist. I
want this woman and I’m not letting her get away.
lowering, and not about to let her escape, I capture her hand, holding it and
the napkin between us.
Those gorgeous pale blue eyes of hers dart to mine,
wide with surprise, the connection sparking an unmistakable charge between us…
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series, which is now in development for a television show to be produced by Suzanne Todd of Team Todd (Alice in Wonderland). Suzanne Todd on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy – a modern girl we all can identify with. I’m thrilled to develop a television show that will tell Sara’s whole story – her life, her work, her friends, and her sexuality.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin’s Press.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
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Book: Hammer And The Mist
Author: Clare Power
Series: The Biker and The Valkyrie
Estimated Release: September 2016
Cover Designer: Margreet Asselbergs
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Norse mythology meets bikers meets love where it isn’t supposed to exist.
Statuesque, blonde and beautiful, Mist is the epitome of Norse perfection. As leader of the Valkyries, she’s been sent to Walhalla, South Carolina by Odin himself…
The Valkyries’ objective is clear: gather the souls of biker warriors for Ragnarok; the war at the end of the world.
Hammer is the president of Odin’s Ravens MC, and as dark as Mist is fair. He’s going to need help from Mist and the Valkyries to keep the Iron Barbarians from taking over the state.
The Valkyries aren’t supposed to get involved, and Mist isn’t supposed to fall in love. Add in the complications from witches, trolls, and some trouble-making nightmare Maras and Odin’s army of souls may soon have reserves.
About The Author
Hi – my name is Clare, and although it shocks me, I’m an author…
I’m English and consider myself a biker, whether you do or not is up to you.
I come from the Midlands, but have moved up North (!)
I started to ride bikes in 1980, and have been around bikes and bikers ever since.
I’ve loads of interests and hobbies but particularly I ride and drive horses and craft
On Facebook I can be contacted in a number of ways.
Release Date: August 29, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
I don’t remember a time I didn’t love Crenshaw Bennett.
I tried to deny it, but my feelings grew deeper.
I thought he could never love me the way I love him.
I was wrong—outrageously, deliriously, and beautifully wrong.
One innocent kiss changes my life forever.
Suddenly, Shaw is mine.
Loyal, devoted, and the most loving man on this Earth.
Together, we create an explosion of fiery passion, devotion, and chemistry I never knew was possible.
All of my dreams are within reach, but I should have known it was too good to be true.
The past always catches up to you, and I’m left staring at my worst nightmare.
Faced with the unthinkable, I am forced to choose between the man I love and a past I cannot change.
Shaw’s fighting like hell to prove we can have it all, but can I find the strength to be the woman he needs?
Title: We Shouldn’t And Yet…
Author: Stephanie Witter
Category/Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Stephanie Witter
Release Date: June 7
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What happens when you’re attracted to the wrong person?
I didn’t expect to feel so drawn to my best friend’s father when I first meet him.
It’s unexplainable and most of all, it’s unexpected. He drinks too much, is rough around the edges, and is so obviously into casual sex and nothing more, but there’s just something about him that calls out to me.
I’ve thought my heart was battered beyond repair, but maybe I have been wrong.
“There was something so sexual, so carnal, so intense in the way Jensen looked at me.’’
She is my son’s best friend and I know he wants more, but I can’t help it. Whenever she is around or her name is mentioned I’m turned on. I’m not used to denying myself to feeling so strongly for a woman so young, but she gets me.
I can’t do a damn thing to stop these feelings.
No amount of alcohol helps.
I didn’t think it could be possible to feel so drawn to a woman, but it looks like I have been dead wrong.
“I want her to want me just as madly as I do her.’’
They shouldn’t and yet…
They can’t resist each other.
For readers over 18
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Taboo for sure, forbidden, even more. Stephanie Witter takes romance someplace it really shouldn’t go but it is so fun getting there!
Aideen has been Hal’s best friend for years. He has been her pillar through the darkest of times but Hal is just waiting for his change with the beautiful woman. That is if his dad doesn’t step in first and claim what he wants. Yup, taboo and forbidden.
Jensen is 16 years older than Aideen and Hal, but there is something about Aideen that seems to crash barriers and bring him from a dark place. But Hal is his son. This is bad, so bad… and yet, you can’t look away! You have to keep reading.
Forbidden love and taboo romance is what this book is all about but it is also about finding that one person that is just made for you. Sometimes you have to hurt others and sometimes you have to break the rules to make your life count.
Now, with all that said, they are both of age and both consenting adults and can decide for themselves what is right or wrong. But can they convince everyone around them that they know what they are doing?
This book is well written and there is lots of steam. It wasn’t a traditional read for me, but I enjoyed it just the same. I loved seeing all the darkness come to light and that to me indicates a book worth reading!
“I’m the worst fucker, right? I’m going after the girl my son has feelings for. I actually fucked the girl he’s after. Tell me I’m not bad news now.’’
I cringe, but even then I don’t feel it. I’m supposed to be angry on Hal’s behalf, to be disgusted that a man could go behind his son’s back like this, but I’m not. I want to forget everything and Jensen can do it. I want to be wanted, so wanted that all control has gone out the window and I’ve only known this with Jensen. It’s only Jensen always on my mind, even more than Yann these days. It’s Jensen I crave in a way I’m still unfamiliar with.
“I’m just as bad, then. I only found out today and I still want you.’’
He stops breathing before he lets out a long relieved sigh. “You don’t want to be with him?’’
I shake my head. “Not at all.’’
He comes back to me and forces me to walk backward as he takes a hold of both my hands and locks my wrists behind my back. He’s crowding me and I’m letting him lead. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?’’ He backs me against his bike, my ass pushing against the slick machine as he tugs on my wrists behind my back until I lower my back slightly. “Do you know how dangerous it is for me to feel this way? I’m losing it with you, beautiful. I’m lost on the very edge of the cliff now and at any time I’m going to fucking jump. You better be ready to jump with me and fall,’’ he growls out before he releases my wrists to grab my hips and bring me on the bike, my legs wide open, my back to the handle bars. He throws his long leg over the saddle and faces me before he grabs me again and sits me over him until I feel his thick erection against the apex of my thighs, pushing against my aching core.
I lose all train of thought. I can’t process his words, the way his eyes seem desperate for me. All that’s on my mind is the way his hands feel on me, the way he’s already so hard, so ready for me. All I want is him inside me. Now. On his bike.
“Jensen,’’ I say in a sigh as we lock our mouths in a deep kiss that shakes me whole.
I grip his head, my fingers weaving through his short hair as his tongue battles with mine in a delicious war that sends my blood into overdrive. I move against him, pushing just enough to feel his cock rub over my clit through our jeans.
“I want to hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse, beautiful, and you’re going to,’’ he says in my mouth as he unzips my jacket and takes it off me, sending it to the dirty ground full of dead leaves, dry sticks of wood, grass, and moss.
About the Author:
Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she can’t spend a day without reading (or writing).
Series: Brothers in Arms #1
Author: Aleya Michelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 26, 2016
I am totally enjoying this rollercoaster of being an Indie author and hoping others enjoy my writing as much as I love writing it.
When Kaitlyn Green’s husband Sean is deployed overseas, he asks his best friend and fellow soldier, Jarrod Peters, to keep his wife in line while he is gone, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking as often as he feels it necessary. Kaitlyn is less than thrilled by this arrangement, but despite her embarrassment at being treated like a wayward teenager she cannot help growing closer to Jarrod with each passing month.
Upon returning home, it doesn’t take Sean long to realize that while Kaitlyn remains deeply in love with him, she has developed strong feelings for Jarrod as well. Knowing that Kaitlyn is enough of a handful to keep two men busy, Sean discusses the situation with Jarrod and together they decide that the best solution is to share her completely.
Soon Kaitlyn finds herself being soundly spanked by two firm-handed men and then claimed by both of them at once. Though she is amazed by the intense pleasure which results from surrendering to their skilled, dominant lovemaking, Kaitlyn still cannot help wondering if she will truly be able to keep both men in her life forever. Can Sean and Jarrod prove to her that the bond between the three of them will hold no matter what?
Publisher’s Note: Shared by Her Soldiers is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Yes, I read the publisher’s note before I purchased this book, and I was ok with everything it said, however, I was left shaking my head through most of it. Not because it was a bad book with a bad story line, I actually for the most part enjoyed reading it and it was well written. However, I had a few issues with this book that I just couldn’t seem to over with the threesome, the sexual scenes, the erotic portions of this and all of that fun stuff… but there is something that just didn’t sit right with me.
Kaitlyn’s husband is deployed and fighting for our country. She is at home waiting. She has been waiting for over a year for Sean to return. But she hasn’t been alone. Her husband asked his best friend to watch out for her and keep her in line during his absence. So the opening scene is her in trouble for letting her fears get the best of her and it turning into anger and misdirecting it at the one she loved. But it is Jarrod, the best friend, that is disciplining her bare butt over his lap. Jarrod promised his bestest that he would look after his girl and keep her in line while Sean was away.
That when Sean returns from overseas, he doesn’t really know his wife and she certainly doesn’t know him anymore. There is a lot of fighting and Sean and Kaitlyn don’t know how to communicate with one another anymore. Jerrod knows how to communicate with Kaitlyn and knows how to handle her antics. He also knows how to communicate with Sean and deal with his angry ass when he is mad at Kaitlyn because he has been there while Sean has been away.
But without Jerrod, Kaitlyn and Sean seem to be walking a dangerous path that they just don’t know how to fix until Sean makes a suggestion based on observation. Will it work if Jerrod is a permanent fixture in their lives and more than just a friendly kind of way? He can take care of Kaitlyn while Sean is away and it is very clear that the two of them have developed a bond while Sean was away. Will it work?
What I didn’t like was that she was constantly being spanked for what she did wrong. I wouldn’t have had an issue with it as it does fall into the BDSM category. But it was the fact that they were spanking her to the point that she was sobbing and crying uncontrollably and then sending her to her hard scratchy wooden chair in the corner to think about what she did wrong. I have read some weird BDSM books before but there was something that just bothered me about the punishment that Kaitlyn was receiving in this book. And I am sorry, but the pepper sauce in the mouth, a spanking and then bar soap in the mouth? Just seems a little over the top. I just kept wondering when the Neanderthal men would start acting like the gentlemen that they are portrayed to be. So they spank her senseless and then open the door for her? What?
I thought this book had a lot of potential to be a great mix of steam, hotness and BDSM, but I lost the connection between Kaitlyn and Sean in the first few chapters and it never seemed like a great love story by the end. It was a lot of Kaitlyn getting in trouble and Jerrod and Sean punishing her. The romance factor just wasn’t there for me.