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“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝.

Connor simply shook his head at her.

“There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”

One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.

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Cathy inhaled at the threat. She refused to succumb to the fear burgeoning in the pit of her belly. Fear could not help her now. Pulling from his arms, she turned away from his insistent gaze. Blinking into the shadows of Damon’s domain, Cathy’s eyes closed, and she silently summoned the light to her side. Lifting her head, she could feel its power, sweeping in from the sides, shoving the shadows back as it swirled in and around her body. The energy moved her, fueling her, giving her strength.

“That won’t work.” Damon’s voice was gleeful, and with it, Cathy sensed the edge of the energy ebbing. “That kind of magic won’t work here, Cathy.”

All of a sudden, he was on her again. Cathy could feel the heat of his body envelop her, his darkness snubbing out the breadth of her light as his arms snaked around her middle. Blindly, she fought, pushing back for everything she was worth, compelling the energy to stay, to remain by her side through this ordeal, yet frustratingly, it seemed Damon’s analysis had been spot on—her charms weren’t as strong here as they had been at home. Grounded by the power of the elements, Cathy was virtually impenetrable, but here—in this godforsaken place—she was weaker.

Vulnerable.

“That’s right.” Damon’s voice purred into her right ear, and Cathy’s eyes snapped open, her hands on his arms, trying to push him away, but it was as if his limbs were made of metal—solid, formidable, and damn near impossible to resist.

“You are vulnerable here, Cathy.”

“I am not.” Her voice was steely despite the truth in Damon’s sentiment. “Now, remove your arms from me. You bring corruption to everything you touch.”

The resonance of his laughter tickled her neck. “So, I am to corrupt you?”

Cathy’s lips parted, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth as fleetingly, she imagined what it would be like to be tainted by a creature like Damon. She gulped, trying to suppress the desire. This lunacy was, no doubt, all part of the creature’s plan to lull her. He was hypnotizing her, casting a spell over Cathy’s rational mind to ensnare her senses. But Cathy knew better. The lips which skimmed her nape might feel hot to the touch, but beneath their glossy exterior lurked a depraved demon. His skin might be warm as it immobilized her, but there was no blood heating his body. Damon had brought her here to be his captive, to control and mesmerize, and Cathy must not fall for his deceit.

She must not allow the heat of his breath or his whispered words to fool her.

She must resist his temptation.

 


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“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭.
Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.


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Edward’s Law is Live!

Love domineering buccaneers?

Adore masterful pirate lords?

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My contribution to the Pirates Passion and Plunder anthology has been returned to me, so if you didn’t get a chance to read this novella, here’s your chance to grab it!

Pride of the King’s navy, The Dexterity, is mine.

Or, at least, she should have been, had the scoundrel Edward Law not waltzed into Christy’s auction house and stolen her from right under my nose.

But if Law thinks he can claim what rightfully belongs to me, he can think again.

No man makes demands on me.

I won’t concede to his dark, brooding eyes. I won’t surrender to his iron will.
Edward Law means nothing to me…

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Edward smiled. “As you can see, I have news of my own.”

He tilted his head in the direction of Alice, and for an excruciating moment, both men turned and regarded her. Alice’s face burned with embarrassment, and instinctively, she lowered her gaze, her attention falling on the stiff ropes at her wrists.

“A woman, Captain?”

“Very observant, Carlisle,” said Edward with a laugh. “Yes, a stowaway by the name of Alice Jaggers.”

“But a woman, sir,” the other man repeated. “It’s bad luck to have a woman onboard.”

Alice lifted her chin with interest. Bad luck, huh? This could be her way off the vessel altogether.

“Only if you subscribe to superstitions,” countered Law in an amused tone. “Which as you know, I do not. It is not luck that has brought us good fortune in the past but our own fortitude.”

Carlisle raised his brows but said nothing to protest. “How did she get on board, sir? And what are we to do with her?”

Alice’s belly twisted at the last question, her gaze darting once more to Edward Law. Until today, he was a man she had barely even contemplated—the man at the auction, a name on a list at Christie’s, but nothing more. Now, it seemed Mr. Law held Alice’s destiny in his hands, and she was heady with the new reality.

“I found her hidden in my quarters,” explained Edward as he turned to face Alice. “As for your second query, Carlisle, we are not going to do anything with her. As captain, our guest is my responsibility.”

She gulped at the way he made that sound, suddenly unsure if she should be grateful or afraid—worse was the way Alice’s body was reacting to the tattered captain. Where she had previously been disgusted by the sight of the man, she was fast becoming compelled. The weight of his stare and his authoritative presence had affected Alice in ways she could never have foreseen, and as she met his gaze again, she was perturbed by the way heat pooled beneath her gown.

“I should like you to stand guard outside my door while I address the crew.” Edward’s focus was back on Carlisle now. “I am sure you can understand I cannot have any of the men stumbling upon her by mistake.”

Carlisle turned to look at Alice, his brown eyes drilling into her. “Aye, sir,” he responded after a moment. “I can understand.”

Law moved toward him, resting his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “I would trust only you with this objective, my friend,” he said solemnly. “Keep her safe for me.”

“You can count on me, Captain,” Carlisle smiled, revealing two crooked front teeth.

“Good. Then I must depart.” Law turned in Alice’s direction, fixing her with a hard stare. “I shall not be long, but until that time, behave yourself.”

Alice pulled in a deep breath as both men stalked from the room. She watched as the door slammed closed behind them, imagining Carlisle waiting just beyond. A potent myriad of emotions stirred as she heard what she assumed to be Law’s boots pacing away.

No man had ever spoken to her that way. Even her father had treated his only daughter with courtesy and respect when he addressed her.

Alice blinked, shaking her head as she processed what she was feeling.

On the one hand, she was embarrassed at her current predicament, entirely of her own making, and no idea how it would be reconciled, but on the other hand, she was seething with indignation at the way she had been treated. The way Law had spoken to her—dressing her down like a servant. Her face flamed as she recalled his proximity and the way he had touched her—the nerve of the man—then had somehow made her admit the error of her ways aloud. That was a feat no one had achieved before. Alice may have been guilty, but she would never have admitted such, especially to a stranger.

She sighed, eyeing the captain’s quarters as she struggled against the ropes. Being bound this way was intolerable—just like Law’s insufferable arrogance and the way he made assumptions about Alice. He assumed she would obey him and would be pliant to his plans. She snorted—the man had a lot to learn about Alice Jaggers if he thought she would remain compliant. She had not sneaked her way on board just to end up his bound captive, yet even as resentment burned in her blood, there was also something else. His commanding presence, just like the bondage, had stirred something in Alice.

Something she had not expected.

Something that felt like desire.

 

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Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.


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Daddy’s Game is Live!

Guess what??

Daddy’s back…

And he’s one seething man.

Are you ready to play?

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He made me his captive.

Demanded I call him Daddy.

He’s my magnificent obsession.

And I’m trapped. Helpless. Chained.

With no hope of breaking free.

I don’t know if I’ll get away.

Or if I even want to.

Daddy’s games are addictive.

He’s a drug.

The more I try to leave, the closer he pulls me.

Wherever I go…

Daddy will haunt me.

Forever.

Daddy’s Game is the third in the dark and suspenseful series from Amazon bestselling author, Felicity Brandon.

Dark adult content is included—you have been warned…

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Sophie looked so fine, kneeling on the rug he’d chosen for her specially, her cheeks flushed with both angst and desire. It would have been so easy to have been swayed by her beauty—too easy, in fact. At another time, he’d have happily grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her, claiming her in that divine way he knew they both enjoyed. Then he would have screwed her into the soft fibers—and perhaps, he would do those things later if she was a good girl—but now was about punishment.

Now, it was time for Sophie to suffer for him.

“Then turn around and present yourself.” His words soft and slow, Jared saw the desperation flicker in her eyes.

“Daddy?”

She clasped her hands in front of her as though she was either going to pray or beg him. Usually, he would have enjoyed the show, but not this evening. It was getting late, neither of them had eaten for hours, and he still had a spanking to deliver.

“Sophie.” His tone lowered, and he pressed his forehead gently against her temple. Sophie’s skin was hot and flustered as she ceded, permitting him to push her gently back to her heels. “Why are you making me wait, little girl?”

She pulled the air through her nostrils, her gaze fixed on his.

“I’m scared, Daddy.”

So, Sophie had worked out what effect the ginger would have on her naughty little backside, had she? Or perhaps, she sensed the danger from the look in his eyes? The atmosphere in the room had shifted, the energy becoming palpable as he pushed her to surrender. Sure, Jared could have made her—he was easily strong enough to pick her up and bind her, so she had no choice but to accept the ginger—but he didn’t want to do that. He’d use force if he had to, but his desire was to see Sophie yield for herself—the first step in accepting her penance and accepting the life he had chosen for her. Jared realized without that acquiescence, their life together was always going to be a fight. He’d always be looking over his shoulder, waiting for her to run—expecting her disobedience—and honestly, that wasn’t what he wanted.

“I know.” He didn’t have any words of solace or comfort for her, only the hard truth of her predicament. “So, why don’t we get this done, and then once you’re soundly punished, Daddy can get back to taking care of you again?”

That was the best she was going to get, and as she kneeled, trembling, she finally ceded the point. “Yes, Daddy.”

His free hand rose to her face, cradling her heated cheek. “Yes?”

Jared didn’t know why he sought affirmation. It was his rules, after all. He didn’t need Sophie’s permission to proceed, yet the moment seemed significant, and he chose to savor it.

She blinked away tears as she nodded, leaning into his palm. “Yes, Daddy. I want to be good.”

His cock leapt at her admission. It was the closest to consent he’d received for hours, and it was powerful. The urge to kiss Sophie became too strong. Yes, he was going to insert this root into her anus and enjoy the hot, flustered cries for mercy it initiated, and yes, he was going to turn her over his knee and spank her until the cheeks either side of the root were a vivid pink color, but that didn’t mean he wanted to waste this moment.

“You will be,” he whispered before his mouth grazed hers. She opened for him right on cue, a heavenly groan escaping her as the caress lingered. Pulling away before the magnetic hold she had over him became too strong, he broke the connection and rose to his knees.

“I’m waiting.”

Sophie’s gaze flittered back to the ginger, then with a sigh, she crawled into position.

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Countered is Live!

The Dark Dentists you love to hate are back—Countered is now LIVE!

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“Hannah.” Fuller’s voice had dropped to that growled whisper, which had made her so hot and bothered the night before. “Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fuller, sir.” She was breathless, but this time it wasn’t arousal that tainted her voice but utter dread. “I-I don’t know if I can.” Hannah lifted her chin to assess his unimpressed expression.

“Do you seriously need another round of punishment as well, young lady?”

His query sucked the oxygen from the corridor, and Hannah could barely catch her breath.

“No, sir.” Hannah didn’t, but the threat didn’t seem to be enough for the adrenaline coursing around her body to push her body forward.

“I thought we had reached a new understanding, you and I?” Fuller crouched in front of her once more, the wooden door swinging closed behind him. “I thought the pleasure I offered you last night meant something?”

His brow rose with the inquiry, and Hannah was lost for breath for quite another reason. There was an intensity in his blue gaze—a power the pillory had denied her the force of the prior evening, and its effects were immediate. Hannah’s head was foggy with the lust that swirled inside her, the memory of the way he’d ripped the orgasm from her weary body last night, threatening to swallow her up altogether.

Oh God!

She managed to hold in the words, but her throat dried as though she’d spoken them aloud.

“It did mean something.” Hannah’s words echoed around her. “Sir.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she gasped, watching as his face neared another couple of inches.

Fuller lowered his body even closer still. “So, why am I waiting for you to obey, Hannah?”

Her lips parted as though she intended to reply, and she was certain that she’d intended to, but there were no words at first. Instead, there was only the ferocity of his stare and the hypnotic way his purr seemed to draw her toward him.

“I’m scared, sir.”

There. She had said it.

Fuller’s lips curled. “Now, you’re scared?” His tone was amused. “I never saw such fear in you yesterday when I dragged your cute little ass back to be paddled.”

Hannah swallowed at his reasoning. Fuller was right. She hadn’t been afraid then, just seething and gut-wrenchingly disappointed with herself for running straight into his clutches.

“No, sir.”

“So?” There was the eyebrow again, that one gesture tightening the heat at her core.

“I’m not scared for me.” The truth was rolling from Hannah as though Fuller’s expression alone could extract it from her. “It’s April.”

Fuller sniggered. “April?” His tone was full of disbelief. “Why would you be worried about her?”

That was more difficult to answer. Hannah wasn’t exactly sure. All she knew about the woman was from the way Lucy and the others had spoken about her and the fact she alone had brought Hannah her chance to flee. Even though she hadn’t been successful, Hannah owed April, and she knew it.

“I just…” Hannah hesitated. “I’m just dreading what I’ll find, Mr. Fuller.” She lowered her gaze to her hands at the admission. That was at least the truth.

Fuller’s laughed gently. “As you should be.” His tone was coaxing now, the soft goading voice that could lull her with such apparent ease. Her face rose at its resonance. “But what’s done is done, and it’s time you faced the reality Hannah.” He smiled, moving his face to within a few inches of Hannah.

“You really only have one decision to make, Miss Bowman. Are you going to be our good girl and obey, or are you going to do things the hard way—like April?”

Christ. Hannah didn’t know what was transpiring in that shitty little hallway, but somehow, Fuller was crawling his way back into her head again, making the awful seem reasonable, and the immoral seem like her greatest hedonistic desire.

It was what he did.

It was what they both did.

“Hannah?” His voice was only a whisper, the warmth of his breath, causing her eyes to flutter closed. “What’s your choice?”

Hannah sighed. She wanted to be stronger. Jesus, how she wanted to be stronger, but even without the mysterious allure of the man, she knew she wasn’t. The paddle had been difficult enough to bear. Hannah wasn’t sure she could cope with whatever penance they’d concocted for April.

“I’ll be good, Mr. Fuller.”

“You will.”

It was more a statement than a question, but she nodded anyway. “Yes, sir.”

“There’s my good girl.” Fuller inched toward her, his lips grazing across her half-open mouth for one heart stopping moment. “That was a smart choice.”

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Beg for it. #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, here’s an excerpt from my latest book from the Dark Necessities Series, Taunted.

This is the second book in Dalton’s trilogy and it’s been burning up the charts with all the hot, steamy scenes you’ve come to expect.

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Dalton’s mouth skimmed over her lips, capturing her attention in an instant. “I’m going to pound you so hard, Delilah.”

Arousal pooled at her core with his words. “Yes, sir.”

She was brazen now, incapable of resisting Dalton’s allure, and with no desire to even try anymore.

He nodded his head at her. “I’m glad we’re aligned on this.”

With one sharp tug, he yanked her panties down her thighs, guiding them to her feet. Delilah’s breathing accelerated at his show of force. Fuck, he was hot when he was like this. He could take her all bloody day long when he was in this mood.

Dalton guided her from the fabric at her ankles, tugging her forward in the direction of the couch. “Over the arm.”

His instruction was curt, and as she turned toward his face for reassurance, Delilah saw the grin there and she went willingly, draping the top half of her body over the raised arm.

“Legs apart.”

She panted at the order, but complied at once. She wanted this. It was as sexy as hell being exposed and available to Dalton, and even ignoring the growing pressure at her neck, she waited for the real fun to begin, her heart racing inside her chest.

“What do you want, firecracker?” Dalton’s words rang out over her head.

“You, sir.” Her reply was reflexive, and desperate.

He smacked her arse, not hard enough to really hurt, but with enough force to make her yelp. “What about me?”

“Your cock.” She practically screamed the word, relishing the way Dalton always made her spell it out.

There was no hiding with him.

There never was.

“Tell me then.”

“I need your cock, sir.” Delilah barely recognized the voice of the woman who responded. She was so breathy and full of need. Surely, it couldn’t be her?

“You want my cock?” Dalton’s voice was full of glee.

Fuck, yes! The thought imploded in her head. You know I want it, Dalton. Why are you making me wait?

The sound of his laughter filled the air. “Beg for it.”

“What?” Delilah gasped.

“You heard me,” he snarled, his words registering in her ears just before he spanked her again. And the strike was harder this time. Much harder, the pain spreading out across her cheeks. “And you know how to address me.”

She panted at this stern version of her lover. “Sorry, sir. Yes.”

“So?”

Delilah inhaled. Begging for his cock? Christ, why was that making her so wet? Yet it was. She could feel the moisture at her pussy and it was for him. It was all for him.

“Please may I have your cock, sir?” Delilah cringed into the couch with the words, grateful that she didn’t have to look Dalton in the eyes.

“In your cunt?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And in your arse?”

Delilah tensed. In her arse—was he serious? “Sir, we’ve nev—”

Her sentence was ended by the giant palm that crashed down upon her exposed backside again and her lips parted with the pain.

“Answer the question. Do you want my cock in your arse or not?”

The query resounded around her mind. Did she want it there? Delilah had successfully fought off every man who’d tried to fuck her there in the past, but now, with Dalton, the idea didn’t seem so repugnant.

Rather, the notion of submitting to him that way sounded hot.

“I don’t know, sir.”

Dalton swatted her backside again, and Delilah winced at the impact.

“Don’t lie to me, Delilah.” His voice was almost a growl.

She flustered, wishing suddenly that she could just get up and talk to him, but her face was flush against the couch, her legs immobilized by Dalton’s body behind her. “I’m not lying!” she insisted. “I’ve never been fucked there before.”

His fingers trailed a line softly across the curve of her arse. “Really?”

Dalton sounded surprised. Sardonic almost.

“Yes, she panted. “Sir.”

“Your cunt it is then,” he decided, pulling away from her body just enough to line the tip of his cock at her labia. “Let’s hear you beg for it.”

Delilah’s hands balled into fists at her back. Why was he making her ask again?

“And I’d suggest you don’t keep me waiting, firecracker. Or I’ll find something for that pretty arse right now.”

That made Delilah start. She’d been reassured by the way Dalton had veered away from the topic of anal sex at her admission, but the thought he might try and change his mind about that filled her with dread. “Please, sir,” she blurted. “Please fuck my pussy with your cock.”

One of his hands skimmed over the skin of her bound arms. “As you wish, beautiful.”

He impaled her then, one swift thrust that stretched and filled Delilah’s pussy in the most scintillating way. That was what she’d needed. That was what she’d waited for.

Delilah’s mouth opened, but there were no words, just a low guttural moan.

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One obsessed fan. One captive author.

Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.

Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.

Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?

If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.

Buy Taken to begin this hauntingly addictive set.

Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined. Read how the darkness began in The Dark Necessities Prequels…

This book contains dark and twisted scenes. You have been warned…

 

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