The Quinn Quartet Book One
About the Book:
She is far too stubborn and feisty for his tastes. He is too controlling and domineering for hers. When they meet sparks fly but it could never work.
He wants a perfect submissive wife, who will be a help in daily life and a vixen between the sheets.
She wants an equal partner, not someone with his head stuck in the 1950s.
When they are thrown together to uncover a dangerous scandal in their small town,they will finally give in to their mutual attraction.
But will it last? Can he love a woman who challenges him at every turn? Can she love a man who demands her complete submission?
Author’s note: Although it isn’t necessary to read Healing Jacob’s Heart, The Quinn Quartet books are meant to be read in order because of the over-all story arc. Each individual book contains its own romance and Happily Ever After! This book contains elements of power exchange and is written for a mature audience.
Excerpt: (Rated Steamy X)
When he broke the kiss, he placed his palm flat on her forehead and gave a push. She flopped back on the bed, and the playful gesture made her giggle. Warmth spread through his body at the unexpected sound, and he vowed to make her giggle and laugh more. Delilah was too serious for such a delightful woman.
Until now, he’d seen her in crusader, angry and now playful mode, and he couldn’t wait to discover more sides of her – starting with the passionate woman underneath him.
She melted into the covers. Ross loved her sweet, submissive side – another discovery. She possessed more facets to her than a rose had petals.
He used his muscular shoulders to move her legs even wider and took in a deep breath. Her smell was intoxicating. With his hands around her hips, he pulled her lower body against his mouth, and he nuzzled the neatly trimmed nest of black curls on the top of her mound. He couldn’t wait to shave her pussy bare and let her experience how it intensified
Her labia were puffed and almost as dark as the hair on her pubis — the engorged flesh gave him a tantalizing view of the glistening, pink insides. Ross bit the inside of her thigh, eliciting a keening cry. The sound made his balls pull up, and he pressed his groin against the side of the bed. It was a long time since Ross had been this excited from touching a woman. With a flat tongue, he licked a pass from her perineum to the top of her slit, the tangy-sweet taste of her arousal coating his tongue. When she tried to move and couldn’t, her wetness increased. He repeated the move several times and her head thrashed from side to side.
Encouraged, he redoubled his efforts. Her clit was rock hard and poking out from the hood like a mini cock. The wet pink formed a gorgeous contrast with the dark colors around it.
She wiggled her ass, and he squeezed her thighs in a warning. Ross kept licking, nibbling, and sucking on the small bit of flesh. He could easily get addicted to her taste and sounds, and he wanted to touch her for hours. His painfully hard and throbbing cock seemed to have other plans. Ignoring the insistent bugger for now, Ross enjoyed her quivers. When he let go of one hip and stroked his hand over her pussy her outer lips were dripping wet. He swiped two fingers into the wetness and pressed them inside her pussy. Her walls contracted around the intrusion. What will it feel like when I finally enter her? Ross used his other hand to squeeze the base of his cock through his jeans. Turned on like this, he might embarrass himself by coming in his pants if he didn’t calm the fuck down.
About the Author:
Karen Nappa writes Seasoned BDSM Romance with HEA. Their growing library including TRAPPED (a D/s story), and CHERISHED (an age play story). Now, they’ve embarked on a completely new adventure in the Appalachian hills of Ohio – The Quinn Quartet.
Immersed in the D/s lifestyle themselves, they write realistic albeit romantic stories. When not dominated by their cats or their Master (in that order – even if it earns them a spanking!), they love going to Club Indigo and other places to discover the stories that are waiting to be written.
When not texting, skyping or writing together the American half likes to spin yarn and make quilts, while the Dutch "partner in crime" prefers to go for a run while listening to heavy metal.
April 11th, 2019 will be a date they will always remember. Not only was it the day their debut Trapped (Club Indigo 1) was released, it also was the day that the two halves of Karen Nappa met in person.
Karen Nappa is the author of the Club Indigo Series.
About the Book:
What happens when you choose to throw fear aside and live unapologetically?
I did just that and never looked back. Although, I’d thought I was content until my best friend asked for a favor, and it brought me face-to-face with a big, bearded bear of a man. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was something. I hadn’t realized how overwhelming that feeling was until Anderson Mara wanted me to be his.
Whisper POV -
"Anderson," he called out, and to my horror, the sexy mover turned with a huge smile. The guy set the box he was carrying aside and closed the distance between us.
Oh damn. He had this amazing, lazy swagger and this aura of calmness, yet his presence commanded everyone’s attention.
"Bell, so glad you could help. I know it was last minute, and you probably had better things to do."
"Luckily, I had a best friend who was bored—"
"I wasn't bored."
He ignored me and continued, "That was bored and couldn't wait to help me assist you to move and unpack."
"Well, bored or not, I appreciate it. I only have a week to settle in before I need to report for work." He extended his hand to me, and I took it so I wouldn't appear rude and not just because I wanted to know if his hands were rough or smooth. "Anderson Mara."
"Whisper, interesting name."
"My mother dropped acid after I was born, calling it some naming ceremony and bam, Whisper. Personally, I think she just wanted the acid or DMT, but whatever." I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. I earned a deep chuckle from Anderson and a crooked smile.
"Whisper." Bell gave me a dirty look. "I told you not to be weird."
"And I asked had you met me. I believe that people should enjoy the full scope of my uniqueness."
The command in his voice was clear as Bell and I glared each other down, and I turned to him as soon as he said it.
"Damn, you followed orders. I'll have to ask how he did that."
I lowered my voice and leaned to the side. "You wouldn't like the answer."
About the Author:
J.M. Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes Body Positive/Diverse Romance and Fiction. They live with a constant diverse cast of characters in their head. No matter their size, shape, race, etc. J.M. lives for one purpose alone, and that’s to make sure they do them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and they makes sure their characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more they want from telling their stories than to show that no matter the package the characters come in or the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That normal is never normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.
The author is Gender Nonconforming and uses the preferred pronouns They/Them.
About the Book:
Sometimes it takes a loved one to point out the obvious before we see it.
Loren knows he isn’t the most grown-up adult out there—though anyone who makes educational video games for kids can’t be too boring. Most guys he’s dated haven’t understood, but Gordon does. Loren’s loving boyfriend makes him feel special and cared for…but lately something’s changed.
Maybe leaving out crayons and buying dinosaur chicken nuggets wasn’t the best way to get Loren’s attention, but it worked.
Gordon knows Loren didn’t have the most emotionally supportive childhood, but the smart, funny man has grown into an excitable, loving boyfriend. However, when Gordon connects the dots and realizes there’s more to Loren’s desire to be young at heart than meets the eye, he knows it’s time to show Loren that sometimes being a grown-up means embracing your little side.
“But if I eat my dinner? If I’m a good boy?”
Ha, got him.
He liked that.
If boyfriend Gordon was indulgent, then Daddy Gordon was a pushover. I didn’t think I could love him more, but seeing this side of him made me want to curl up on his lap and spend all night there.
He hugged me tight. “If you’re a good boy and eat your dinner, especially the vegetables, then you can have a small bowl.”
How much was a small bowl?
How many vegetables?
“Green beans…Daddy?” Hmm, that wasn’t too weird. It was a cuddly word and not one that I associated with my own father. He’d always been Father or Dad in the more casual situations.
I got another kiss too. “Yes, green beans.”
Ha, if this was little, I should’ve figured it out ages ago. “Thank you, Daddy.”
And I got another kiss.
A fun dinner…dessert…cuddles…why had I been worried about this?
It wasn’t what I’d pictured him wanting to add to our relationship, but it wasn’t the most stressful thing he could’ve brought up. He could’ve wanted to take up rock climbing or something weird. This was fun, food, and attention.
I had a feeling I should be counting my blessings.
A midlife crisis usually went a lot weirder than this.
He hadn’t even brought home a little blond twink secretary.
About the Author:
Shaw Montgomery loves reading, traveling, and family. While not necessarily in that order, they all rank pretty close. Shaw has lived all over the United States and even Germany. While the coast of North Carolina is a favorite place Shaw currently lives in the Western United States. Current wish list places to travel to are Australia, Italy, and Scotland.
When Shaw wants to write about things that are a little more taboo (or sometimes a lot more taboo), Shaw writes under the name M.A. Innes. If you like M/m content that is sweet and naughty check out Shaw's other books.
Shaw reads an eclectic mix of genres; everything from Mystery and Sci-Fi Space Westerns, to traditional Romance and all kinds of Erotica. Currently the stories in Shaw's head are femdom romance but there are some M/M and Sci-Fi/Fantasy that can't wait to come out as well.
The Lighthouses of Devmaer, book 1
About the Book:
When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy husband-to-be wastes no time in taking her over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their union.
Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael’s beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai’s willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body’s response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael’s reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?
This standalone novel has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Gael had barely taken two steps when Kai was on her. Taking her by the right hand, he led her to a stone bench, hidden in the shadows of the castle wall. She dug her heels in and tried to resist but he was too strong for her.
“You’ve been asking for this all night.” His voice was as severe as a judge’s.
Gael glanced around, knowing what was coming, horrified at the notion that someone might see. Mild relief that they were alone was short-lived.
“You can’t—” Her heart raced.
Without another word, Kai sat on the bench and wrenched her over his knees. The force of the man was like being caught in a tornado. Trying to right herself back onto her feet was pointless and her arms wind-milled as he pushed her into position. Her indignant protests were ignored, and she breathed in shallow gasps.
Bouncing her from one knee to the next, he easily lifted her half-raised skirt above her waist, arranging her gown for his convenience. Then he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down around her knees with a single yank. Immediately the cool evening air brushed Gael’s exposed posterior. Angry, humiliated, and unexpectedly aroused all at the same time, she pressed her thighs together, hanging on to the last shred of modesty left to her.
“Are you a spoiled brat?” Kai asked, drawing small circles on her bottom with one hand. His other hand anchored her in place.
Gael stayed silent, hoping that rendering her helpless would be enough for him. He was so tall that when she was suspended over his knees, neither her hands nor her feet reached the ground. She was completely and utterly under his control.
“I asked you a question.” Kai punctuated his words with a stinging smack.
Gael winced more in disbelief than pain. It didn’t hurt much but it was so loud, she wondered if it could be heard in the Great Hall. If anyone saw her like this, she would die of humiliation.
“I could behave better I suppose,” she said almost inaudibly.
“That is an understatement. So here’s your first lesson in obedience.” Without further ado, he continued the spanking in earnest.
One minute Gael was trying to process how the concept of her obeying anyone had come into her life. The next minute a rapid volley of smacks fell on her naked cheeks, making her unable to think of anything but how soon this horror show would end.
About the Author:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.
Good Luck Daddy is FREE until 9/23/19!
About the Book:
I've known Keely for her whole life. She's my deceased best friend's little sister, now my best friend by default, and the closest thing I have left to anything resembling family. She’s off limits. Too bad she didn't get the memo.
After leaving the military, I came back to the only place I had never known as home-hers. With her brother gone, she’s in a rough spot. She needs me more than ever. Watching out for her should be easy. Second Nature. Something I've always done. Why, with Austin gone, does it suddenly feel so different?
I tell myself she's off limits on a daily basis- but there is one tiny problem.
Keely is all grown up, and she doesn't feel the same way.
She's smart, funny, smoking hot, and desperately trying to get into my pants-and my heart.
Moving in with her was a really bad idea.
About the Series:
Good Luck Daddy is Book 1 in a hot new Rom-Com series about a group of friends, bonded over their love of dirty books with drool-worthy heroes, who eventually get their own hot, hilarious, happily-ever-afters
About the Rayanna:
Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career.
I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.
I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.
About the Allysa:
I am a full-time mom to two sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girls. What can I say? They take after their Mama. I'm on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over ten years and I couldn't imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind most days.
Writing and graphic design consume all of my spare time and I could not be happier. This journey I am on is a crazy one, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Beg for Daddy is a HEA standalone in the Domum Deorum Doms & Daddies world.
About the Book:
Unattainable. Off limits.
The second I laid eyes on her, I knew she was my endgame.
She was my best friend’s wife.
Even after he died, I swore to stay away from her.
For my own sanity, I was going to stay away from her forever.
Then she offered herself up at my club’s auction.
Fate never plays out as you think it will.
Sometimes it throws you curveballs in tempting packages.
Sometimes it has blush pink tits, pouty lips, and calls you Daddy.
But fate needs to learn a thing or two about me.
Never, ever try to push Daddy past his breaking point.
I wanted this. This control in having zero control.
Submitting to the unknown. To be an object. A fuck toy.
I wanted to be forced to feel so much I could forget how lonely I’ve been.
I’m definitely feeling a lot of things now.
Lonely is not one of those things.
Something is snicked onto my sparkly silver collar. I’m yanked forward.
“Hello, baggage,” he says in my ear and my toes curl even as my heart plummets to my stomach.
“It’s Ares or sir to you, princess. Unless you’re prepared to call me master? I do own you now. And I am planning to have you trembling on your knees more often than not.”
My knees in question, threaten to go out.
Ares. He would be called Ares. The god of power and vengeance. The god of war. That’s how he’s always been with me. An immortal looking down his nose at me. His silvery gaze, wrathful. I can practically feel his piercing stare raking over me with disdain.
What had the girl said? A little scary, but a lot sexy.
Yeah, I have to disagree. Noah is a little scary the way a wolf kept in captivity is. It’s not until there’s no barrier between you and the wild animal that you feel the full extent of the danger you’re in. The terror that courses through your veins and locks you in place.
By then it’s too late. The wolf has you by the jugular.
I reach for the blindfold but he grabs my wrists.
“Blindfold stays on, baggage.”
About the Author:
Author of kinky characters, life enthusiast, and supporter of afternoon naps. Aubrey Cara enjoys long walks in the park, trying to master hula hooping while skydiving, and writing about the dirty, sexy kind of love that is as rare and beautiful as the Cebu flowerpecker. Aubrey's books range from kinky contemporary to downright indecent sci-fi.
Come discover the kinky side of romance aubreycara.com
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Reefcake is book one in the Wild Menage Series.
About the Book:
A steamy mermen novella with sword fights, ship battles, and a sexy ménage with a prince merman, his most trusted bodyguard, and a woman who refuses to belong to one man.
Joanna fears her life is over when her father, the Governor of Havana, forces her onto a ship for Spain. She will be wed against her will. In the midst of a pirate attack, Jo's salvation comes from under the seas. She wakes from her rescue to find two delicious men who need her.
Namhu is the serious, life-saving protector, with a body that could walk through a wall. Enki is a beautiful prince of the sea with green hair, a twinkle in his eye, and a tender charm. Both are ecstatic to share in Joanna in this ménage story under the sea.
Enki asked in a haunted and concerned voice, “Are you well?”
Yes. No. Everything was wrong, but it was the first taste of hope in months. How could she explain it? How could she explain any of it to these two strangers?
“She is cold,” Namhu explained. “The wet cloths upon her.” He mispronounced clothes while pointing to her dress. A simple explanation, one much easier to give, so Joanna nodded. Yes, that was it. She was cold.
“Ah,” Enki smiled bright, his soothing hand curling over her back. She wanted to lean against his strong chest, to luxuriate in the warmth and feel of his breaths matching her own. “I will help,” he announced and before Jo could gasp, his fingers tugged on the right shoulder of her dress.
“No, no,” Namhu announced, the man used to human customs quickly stopping his prince. He marched towards the two huddled in the sand and bent to a knee. “There are small knobs on the back you must undo first.”
Jo wanted to laugh at the thought when the man’s wide hands swept across the small of her back. A single one could nearly canvas the entire width, leaving her gulping in air as he began to undo each pearl button upwards. All the while, Enki kept watch, his lips pouted in concentration as if ladies fashion was fascinating. As if her body could be fascinating.
The dress’ bodice bowed outward, dragging to the sand from the water drenched into its fibers. Namhu’s hands curled around the outside of her waist, his hot breath dancing against her cheek as he said, “Raise your arms.” Rather than wait for her to comply, he helped guide hers up, barely a glance of the back of his hands skirting against her trembling skin.
It was Enki’s turn to take control. As Namhu placed his open palms to her elbows, the prince picked up the bottom of her dress and began to tug it high over her head. Jo gasped as the formality of civilization flew off her body. While Enki flapped the wet cloth around, Namhu’s tender fingers curled down her elbow tracing the line of her now nude arms and dipping back to her shoulders. Even with the chemise in place, she could practically feel his body heat touching hers.
“There is more?” Enki asked, abandoning the dress to size up Jo’s corset and underthings. She was still on shaky but good standing with being a proper lady. The dress was soaked and needed to be dried. If she remained in her chemise none could think her dishonorable.
That inquisitive grin rising, Enki placed a hand to her stomach and asked, “How does this one work?”
“I have no knowledge of it,” Namhu admitted. He leaned back to stare down the knots of the corset, then rose upon his haunches to stare at his prince over her shoulder. In doing so, she felt a stiff rod glance across her buttocks. He wasn’t as put-off by land-walkers are he liked to pretend.
A giddy thrill shivered through Joanna’s body. She could stay dressed, tell the mermen that it didn’t come off, sit by the fire. It was what a lady would do.
“Let me show you,” Jo said, reaching behind her to fumble for the knots.
About the Author:
Ellen Mint adores the adorkable heroes who charm with their shy smiles and heroines that pack a punch. She has a needy black lab named after Granny Weatherwax from Discworld. Sadly, her dog is more of a Magrat.
Her first two books, Undercover Siren and Fever are available in both ebook and paperback. Gettin’ Lucky and Reefcake are two of her newest paranormals in the Wild Ménage series. Her next book Pride & Pancakes is to be released by Totally Bound. Look for it Christmas 2019.
Twisted Temptation is the third novella in The Climax Chronicles Series.
About the Book:
Creed Dawson is most women’s idea of the perfect man. Tall, sexy and rich as hell, he has a little black book of women clamoring to be at his side. Jillian Perkins isn’t one of those women. The adjectives she would use to describe Creed are arrogant, rude, and annoying AF. Even his money can’t redeem him in her eyes, because, like she so boldly told him, unlike him, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Unfortunately, she does need Creed to feature one of her plays at his new mega-hotel, which will never happen if her temper keeps getting in the way. Creed just rubs her the wrong way, and the right way too, which is a serious problem for her. It goes against everything she believes in to fall for a rich bastard like Creed.
As these two fall into bed and fall deeper into each other, dark secrets come to light. Will the bright lights blind them to the truth of what they really mean to each other?
“So are you single, lesbian, bi or none of the above?”
Jillian gasped. “Don’t you think that’s a little too personal?”
“So you don’t know the kind of women I date?” he asked skeptically.
Jillian sat up straighter. “At least I have enough manners not to bring it up the first time I meet you.”
Creed shrugged broad shoulders. “I like to get things out of the way, so we both know where we stand. I don’t mix business and pleasure, so I like to set those boundaries from the beginning.”
Jillian laughed. “You think that I want to sleep with you? That’s not how I do business, and besides, you’re not my type, Mr. Dawson.”
Creed smiled. “Well, one of the good things about potentially working with you is that I already know that you’re a terrible liar.”
Jillian sputtered.”God, your ego is almost as big as your bank account.”
Creed flashed a smile. “So you’ve studied my bank account also?”
Jillian wiped her mouth on her starched white napkin and then placed it over her food. She glared at Creed, and this time the green flames had ignited into an inferno.
“The only thing I want from you, Mr. Dawson, is a chance. I’m not impressed by your looks. A woman who looks like me is used to getting good looking men, and unlike you, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, so your money doesn’t impress me either. Please excuse me.” She got up from the table and walked away.
Creed picked up his drink and took a huge gulp, punishing himself with the burn. The meeting hadn’t gone as he’d expected. He’d been a jackass because he didn’t know what to do with his attraction to Jillian. She wasn’t like most women who young or old, he could charm. Jillian wanted something from him, but she wasn’t willing to beg or sleep with him to get it. She’d truly seemed utterly unimpressed by his looks and his money, and that was so refreshing that it only made him want her even more.
He got up from his table and went in search of her. He caught a hint of yellow just as it disappeared up to the rooftop deck. He stalked up the steps behind her.
About the Author:
Garnell Wallace lives in the Bahamas on a tiny little island pirates Blackbeard and Calico Jack once called home. Sitting at the tip of the Caribbean, a region steeped in romantic ideals, the Bahamas continues to lure those in search of their own treasure.
Though the reality of any place is always more complex than the usual touristic jargon, it is still easy for her to find the magic of a laid back island lifestyle when sitting on a white sand beach with her laptop and characters. She loves using the rich, exotic cultures of the many countries which comprise her little piece of paradise in her stories and venturing to new places around the world.
She often writes about the shades of gray between people, creed and cultures in an effort to find the human experiences common to us all. She loves writing paranormal and erotic romances about deeply flawed characters who sometimes take unconventional paths to love.
She has been published in various paranormal and erotic anthologies including Making the Hook-up, Obsessed, and Best Women's Erotica, all from Cleis Press. She also has one title, Forever My Demon, published by Blushing Books. All of her self-published books can be found on Amazon. She loves getting reviews, feedback and opinions from her readers.
Ties That Bind is book three in the Club Risque Series but can be read as a stand alone novel.
About the Book:
Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan Thornton.
Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.
But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already has?
Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?
Excerpt: (rated R)
"I'm going to make love to you, with or without," he told her in a low voice. "But if you really don't like this, I'll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it's gone."
It was Luanna's turn to take a leap of faith. He'd taken her by surprise, but she didn't hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.
Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan's eyes, but still, he gave her another out. "Are you certain?"
Luanna nodded again.
Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. "I won't do anything unexpected," he promised her. "I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?"
Luanna's breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.
Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna's bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He'd bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.
Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.
The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off her for a moment longer.
About the Author:
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parent’s encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
About the Book:
Lucas and Catherine have been happily married for several years. As the years passed their love and need for each other grew. Everything seemed perfect until Jase, Lucas brother, came home from the military.
Catherine’s feelings for Jase overwhelmed and confused her. She was terrified her feelings for Jase were going to destroy her marriage.
Jase was huge, hard, gruff and had problems with PTSD, but Catherine couldn’t ignore the feelings he brought out in her. She thought if she couldn’t overcome her feelings for him, she’d lose the best thing in her life.
He was finally home, a little battered, but alive. Jase’s first look at Catherine, in person, drove all the emotions he’d had for her into overdrive. The main feeling battling to take over his control was lust and the need to get her under him and he buried as deep as he could inside of her. The speculated that wasn’t going to happen anytime in the near future. Now he just had to get her to see him as something other than her brother-in-law. Her other husband.
Lucas’s dream for his family was finally starting to come true. His biggest obstacle was getting his wife to accept his brother as the third part of their family and marriage.
About the Author:
Lara Jones was born and raised in Iowa and still resides there with her husband and children. She's an author of erotic romance novels and devotes hours to creating steamy novels with happy endings that she hopes entertain people, make them laugh and sometimes cry, but always ends the book feeling good.
Lara started writing when she was thirteen. She found writing was a way to comfort herself during her rough teenage years, and she never stopped. It was only when her mother and sister pushed her did she finally send in a novel, and to her surprise, people enjoyed it and asked for more.
You can usually find her at her home in the country surrounded by her family and many animals and the majority of the time in her quiet little office, conjuring up whole new interesting families and communities.
Some of Lara's favorite things are spending time with her family, her dogs, riding horses, gardening, cooking, hiking and, of course, writing and reading romance novels.
Due out in MARCH!