In this #SatSpanks edition, I’m thrilled to share an excerpt of my new book, Flawed. This is a prequel to the hugely successful, Taken, Tamed and Entwined, so get ready for more Dark Necessities. 🙂 It’s with my editor right now—and I can’t wait to get it out there to your kindles! Read the sexy snippet, then add it to your TBRnow…
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He lifted his hand, bringing it crashing back down over her covered behind, and he watched with satisfaction as her lips parted.
Holy fuck.
“Why are you being spanked, Lily?” he asked her as he delivered another three swats in fast succession.
She gasped, her eyes blinking wildly as she replied. “You… you want me to answer?”
Ethan chuckled lightly. She was so fucking adorable. “Yes beautiful Lily,” he told her. “I want you to bloom for me; to come alive under the weight of my palm. And for that, you must answer.”
He heard the gasp of air Lily pulled in between her teeth. “I wanted it,” she responded, and Ethan could hear the trace of irony and disbelief in her tone at the admission. “I wanted to you to spank me.”
Lily was right. She had wanted this, and as he spanked her over and over, he wondered whether or not she was regretting that choice now. He hoped not, and as he glanced down at her face he couldn’t see any fear in her eyes. There was some shock, and perhaps even concern, but not fear.
And Ethan knew what fear looked like better than most.
There was definitely no terror in his little flower, but there was the genesis of something else—the dark promise of her dilating pupils and her splaying knees beneath her virginal dress. There was the tantalizing prospect of her arousal.
“That’s right,” he crooned from over her bent body. “You did want it, little Lily, and I believe you need it, too. I think you’re the kind of woman who would benefit from a spanking most days.”
His right palm connected with the sitting spot of one and then the other pert cheek of Lily’s behind. “What do you think, young lady?”
Her lips parted again at his query, and he could see just by looking on her face how much she both loved and hated being labelled that way. No doubt she found the name denigrating in some way, but that was alright. Ethan could tell how much her body wanted to be treated that way—her desire to yield and her fast, panting breaths were evidence enough of that—but he also knew something else; something Lily didn’t know yet. Ethan wanted to denigrate her. He wanted to push her right down into the depths, if for no other reason, so that he could be the one to make her soar again.
“Yes,” she rasped, gyrating her body over his lap although he had never commanded her hips to move. It was hypnotizing to witness. “Yes, I do.”
“I know you do, beautiful,” he confirmed as he rained down a fresh torrent of smacks to her upturned bottom. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m here now, and I can help you scratch that little itch.”
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“Over my lap, beautiful.” His voice was sensual as he gave the order, and the look in his eyes was mesmerizing. Lauren felt her feet shuffling forward, although she wasn’t sure she had commanded them to move. In a heartbeat she was at his side, her pulse racing as his right hand rose to take her small hand.
“Lauren.” His voice was calm, but his intent was clear. She needed to be over his lap now. Lurching forward, she draped herself over his thighs. All at once she recalled the discomfort of the position as her fingers grazed the lush carpet.
Blake’s hand was at the back of her knees, the sensation making Lauren squirm as his digits trailed higher up her legs. Once it reached the orbs of her ass, it paused, massaging them gently as though he wanted to reassure her. And then it was gone, and there was nothing. No words, no sensations, only the sound of her own ragged breathing.
The weight of Blake’s hand came crashing down against her behind. Even though Lauren had been expecting it, the impact still made her gasp, her fingers balling into fists. He spanked her again, his large palm landing against the middle of her bottom. S
he had an idea that he wasn’t using the full force of his hand, but it was enough. As the third strike resonated, the sting seemed overwhelming. He spanked her again and again; swats landing in fast succession. As the strikes rained down, Lauren wondered if she could really get through such a tough spanking.
“Sir?” Her voice sounded hoarse as she spoke, but she didn’t know if it was the pain or the sexual tension in her body. Blake’s hand landed upon her ass once more, but then it paused, squeezing her tender left cheek.
“What is it, Lauren?”
“I know I deserve to be punished, but please, this is too much.” She sounded pitiful, but it was true.
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They started for the large stairwell, but Lauren’s small strides couldn’t match Blake’s massive ones. At the bottom of the steps, he paused, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was alongside him he swooped, seizing Lauren in his strong arms before carrying her up the staircase.
On the top landing, he crashed into the closest bedroom, Blake’s left arm slamming the door open as Lauren gripped onto his muscular neck. Her eyes blinked around the room, its luxurious décor apparently lost on her at this moment. He sat down on the bed, releasing her onto his lap.
“Stand in front of me,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the abrupt show of his authority. She obeyed, her heart threatening to rise into her throat as she raised her eyes to look upon him.
His earlier words swirled around and around her head. Are you going to take your spanking? Your spanking… It was like every deed, every moment, every illicit fantasy had all been leading her to this moment. This moment with Blake Anderson. He nodded.
“Thank you,” he replied, “although your display of obedience at this juncture isn’t going to save you from this spanking.”
“I know,” she croaked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Blake lifted his palm to halt her words.
“Enough,” he said sharply. “There’s little point, sweetheart. We both know that you did mean to. In fact, I wonder if this wasn’t your plan all along?” She blanched, shifting her weight awkwardly between her legs. Perhaps he was right? She had been dreaming of this spanking for so long, it was possible that she’d pushed him on purpose, refusing to eat more just to enact the consequences.
“Well, you wanted a date filled with spanking, Lauren, and it begins now.” He stared at her, his expression gleeful. “Over my lap.”
Lauren gulped at the order, although her feet were already moving, doing Blake’s bidding. She stumbled to his right side, positioning herself at his knees before turning and bending over his thighs. There was silence as she yielded, the only sound her ragged breathing as she finally got into position.
Lying upturned over a man’s lap this way was a lot more uncomfortable than she’d ever imagined. His thighs pressed into her lower ribs and belly, and her behind felt absurdly vulnerable.
“Thank you for doing what I’ve asked, sweetheart,” murmured Blake from over her. As he spoke, his hands yanked at the back of her dress, pushing the linen up toward her shoulders. “I know this is your first spanking, so I’ll try to go easy on you, but I want this to hurt. I want you to remember the sting of my palm, and what happens to you when you defy me. You got it?”
She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.
Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant. And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection? Or a divine appointment?
Scott Nielsen is ready for change. He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school. He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge. That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help. Her strength and independence intrigue Scott. A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive.
In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene. Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself. As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess. But Jackie’s been burned before. And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run. As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for.
Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life. Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul?
If you enjoyed LOST & BOUND, you’ll love this spin-off stand-alone story. Excerpt:
Enjoying the view, she watched as he walked to the bed and reached beneath it, removing a Kink Ink bag. “I went shopping myself today while I was in town.” His bag was larger than the ones she and Amy had returned with.
From the bag, he withdrew a mass of black straps and silver chain. Arching an eyebrow dramatically, he carried the device toward her, stopping beneath the massive log that served as the center beam of the cabin. Belatedly, Jackie noticed a heavy black ring attached to the beam. Reaching up, Scott secured a thick steel chain to the ring overhead. From the chain hung a curved black bar, with black straps in various lengths that dangled beneath.
Scott crooked a finger. “Come.”
Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him.
“Do you know what this is?”
She chewed her lower lip. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“And?”
Jackie flushed crimson. “It’s a sex swing?” She eyed the device curiously. Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other. Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar. And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.
He nodded. “I thought,” with his hands on her hips, he turned her around, “we might try something interesting.” He moved the lower strap behind her thighs. “Sit, Princess.”
Heart pounding, Jackie did as she was told, grasping onto the straps that hung down. Scott knelt, fastening a padded black cuff around each of her ankles, spreading her wide. Then he moved the shorter padded strap behind her shoulder blades. “Now lean back, Princess. I’ve got you.”
Shakily, she lay back against the thickly padded strap, gripping the side straps for dear life. With a smirk, Scott peeled her right hand off the strap, kissing it lightly before raising it to the cuffs overhead. He followed suit with her left hand.
When she was completely fastened in, he gave her a little push and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Whoa,” Jackie gasped as she swung around in a slow circle.
Scott grinned. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”
Jackie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a nervous giggle. “It’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad? I’d rather it was oh, so good.”
As she swung around, she lost sight of him. When he came back into view, he was holding a black satin blindfold.
“Tonight, Princess, is all about sensations. We’re going to cover your eyes, so you can concentrate on what you feel.”
He stepped toward her and stopped suddenly. “Did you come up with your own safe words?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh. Yes. I did.” She looked to him, feeling suddenly sheepish. Maybe we should just go with the original ones, she worried.
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Well,” she gestured with a shoulder, causing the swing to spin to the left, “I thought I’d use earth, water, and fire.”
Scott pursed his lips in amusement. “Earth, water, and fire. What about air?”
As she spun, she shrugged. “Well, I only needed three, so…”
“Earth is the same as green?”
Jackie nodded. “And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red.”
“Obviously,” he smirked. “Alright, I’m about to blindfold you. Give me feedback.”
“Earth.” She watched him carefully.
“Earth it is.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.
The next time he spoke, he sounded further away. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, use your safe words.” She felt a swish of air, as though he’d moved by her.
“I considered a ball gag,” his voice came from in front of her, “but I need to be sure I can read your body language before we take away your voice.”
Strong hands gently gripped her lower calves as he trailed kissed up the inside of her right leg, his facial hair prickling in a maddeningly sensual way. When he reached the place where her thigh joined her body, he skipped her needy place to travel back down her left leg.
Jackie groaned with disappointment, and she felt the vibration of his chuckle against her inner thigh. “All in good time, Princess. The King will feast, I promise.”
When he’d finished his travels, he released her, sending her spinning in a slow, dizzying circle. With the blindfold, Jackie had no sense of up or down, left or right. She felt as though she were floating.
Then she heard a soft buzzing sound, followed by Scott’s sexy chuckle. “Oh, this is a naughty toy. Just what did you get up to with this?”
Mortified, Jackie was at once glad for the blindfold, and sorry she wasn’t gagged. “I, um…used it.”
He whispered into her ear. “Yes, but how?”
Oh. My. God. “I pressed it against myself.”
“And where exactly did you press it?”
Jackie cleared her throat. “I pressed it against my pussy.”
“Your pussy. This glorious pussy right here?”
She yelped as he unexpectedly touched the vibrator to her sex. “Yes.”
She felt him stiffen. “Yes, what?”
“Oh! Yes, Sire.”
He applied an open-handed pop to her pussy, and she yelped again. “How quickly we forget. Perhaps we should stop and allow you to consider the error of your ways.”
Jackie’s mind flitted to what Amy had said about orgasm denial, and she panicked at the thought of not being allowed to come during this play session. “Um, no, Sire, really, it was merely an oversight on my part, I’m so very sorry, please, I didn’t mean it, I just—”
Scott laughed out loud. “You’ve been talking to Amy, I see.” He whispered, closer now. “Don’t worry Princess. I plan to wear you out tonight.”
Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida. She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.
She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, modern-day adult fairy tale Chasing Ordinary, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night. Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them. The collection currently includes four novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, For Sparrow, and Warrior Mine.
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If Goldie thinks one bear is her reckoning, how will she deal with three, bossy bear shifters?
What if the fairy tale is real?
We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?
Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…
In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?
For a moment we are barely an inch from each other, and then – in a heartbeat – he is on me. We land on the bed together, our limbs knotting briefly before his powerful legs move between mine, spreading them wide apart. What just happened, I wonder? One moment I was empowered, devouring his beautiful cock, and the next I am flat on my back with this giant between my legs.
“Now I have you, little girl,” he teases me.
I scowl at him, slapping his strong right tricep playfully. “Don’t call me girl,” I complain. “I hate that!”
He lowers his face towards me, the muscles of his arms taking the strain without complaint. “I know you do,” he replies with a smirk. “That’s why I say it!”
He is so close to me now that I can barely even take a breath. I am pinioned by his imposing, powerful body, yet it is the weight of his stare which seems to paralyse me.
“I am not, and never will be, your girl…” My voice is raspy, and my desire plain to hear, but still I continue with my snarky attitude.
“You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he says with a grin.
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He agreed to her request for guidance, but could she handle what she’d asked him for?
The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business. The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.
Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to. When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.
Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship. Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt. But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.
Sean couldn’t recall another woman who looked as beautiful when in the throes of an orgasm as Alessa. Her red streaked hair dampened on the ends, her body bowed and jerked in the restraints, glistening with a moist sheen as she rode the dildos with unabashed pleasure. “Again,” he commanded when her gyrations slowed, and she shook with the dwindling tremors of her release.
He worked the double phallus inside her, upped the vibrations by twisting the small knob on the base again, and pressed the larger one harder against her swollen, reddened clit with each return thrust. The black corset emphasized the paleness of her skin, especially the fleshy mounds of her quivering breasts and her soft thighs above the gartered stockings. As sexy as she looked, he couldn’t wait to strip her bare the next time, to enjoy access to her whole cushiony body.
“Oh, God, please,” she pled, her breathless voice zeroing straight down to his balls. How long had it been since he’d reveled in hearing a woman beg?
“Please what?” he prodded with another plunge that brought her up higher on her knees.
“I don’t think…aaah!” Sean cut off her denial with a painful bite of one nipple then smiled when she pressed her crotch down on the invading objects and came apart again.
“That’s it, Alessa. Don’t think, just feel. One more.” She didn’t argue this time, just took everything he dished out, riding his pumping hand for all its worth, the abundant cream coating the vibrating toy smelling as enticing as it looked.
Tossing the toy aside, he unhooked her hands from her ankles and removed the binding sleeve. Using both hands, he rubbed her arms, getting the circulation going faster when she winced as she brought her arms forward. “Breathe, it’ll pass.”
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned, leaning against him.
“The arm rubs or the orgasms?” Sean enjoyed teasing her.
Alessa’s laugh vibrated against his chest. “Both.” It took only thirty seconds for her to stiffen against him, as he’d known she would once her mind cleared. Scooting back without looking at him, she didn’t let her flushed state, heaving chest and trembling thighs stop her from sliding off the bed. “I need to wash up.”
Sean stood and nodded toward the bathroom, not willing to push anymore right now. She’d given a lot tonight, how much was just beginning to dawn on her, and she would need time to assimilate what that meant and how far she wanted to continue taking this.
AUTHOR BIO
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
It’s Saturday, you know what that means. Saturday spankings! Here is a sexy spanking snippet from the new book I am working on, Molly is still learning to be a pet but is finding it is turning her on in all the right ways.
Connor punished her at every pass, spanking her thoroughly with the paddle and no-doubt intentionally ensuring it nudged her tail each time it connected with her. After every strike he would declare the number, and Molly would continue crawling, her face falling lower with the shame and her behind aching more and more from the repeated onslaught.
When he finally called ten, she wanted to cheer and collapse, but she didn’t dare. Instead she carried on as she had been, waiting for some sign that her ordeal might be over.
“That’s your ten delivered,” he said, matter-of-factly, “but I won’t hesitate to deliver more as required. Now, I have a lot of story to read, so the more you distract me with your bad behaviour, the longer you’ll be exercising. Do you understand?” She passed him again, lowering her eyes so she didn’t have to connect with his self-satisfied expression.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
“Crawl the other way now,” he instructed. “I like a change every now and then.”
She paused, sighing quietly as she turned her body in front of him and began her new clockwise circle. This was turning into the most humiliating deed of the whole time he’d had her. Being kept leashed was bad enough, but being made to perform like an animal was mortifying. She didn’t have to feel between her legs to know how wet she was.
However fucked up and wrong this all was, it was hitting her buttons with disturbing ease, and that reality made it all worse somehow.
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Lexie grew up with a crush on her brother’s best friend, Patrick. He’s gorgeous, sexy, controlling and arrogant, and she knows that he wants what amounts to a full-time submissive. So far, none of his girlfriends have ever been able to give him what he needs, but she’s sure she’s just the woman for him. She keeps pushing the boundaries of their relationship, until he agrees to allow her into the club that he owns, Stronghold, and train her. She can’t help but wonder, will she be able to prove to him that they’re worth the risk, or is she going to end brokenhearted?
Hands off. That’s what Lexie is to Patrick, and not just because she’s his best friend’s little sister. It’s also because her family is practically his, they share all of the same friends, and he’s worried about breaking her heart. The sweet little Pixie he’s always known has grown up into a gorgeous young woman, one whom he wants to tie up, spank and control.
She’s passing every test he sets in front of her, but can she convince him that they’ll be able to make it work before her brother comes home and Patrick has to ask his best friend if he can date his little sister. Because if she can’t, Patrick knows he’ll remain silent on the subject forever.
It’s just not worth tearing apart the people he considers his family, not to mention the family of friends that he’s made, if he and Lexie aren’t able tomeet each other’s needs. For now, he’s going to make what memories he can while he keeps his promise to train her.He knows he’s toeing the line during her training, but he just can’t seem to stop himself, and she’s starting to break his careful control.
******TEASER******
Patrick sat up straight, watching the security camera screen as Lexie suddenly stopped pacing and squared her shoulders. The cute little trench coat she was wearing didn’t give him any hint of what lay beneath it, other than the fact that her legs were completely bare. Even though she was a petite little pixie, her legs still managed to look endlessly long when she was wearing those ridiculous five inch heels that made him want to lick her from her toes, up the insides of her legs all the way to her pussy.Don’t think about that.
With a determined look on her face, she headed straight for his office door. Every cell in his body feltlike it perked up and came to life. What was she going to do this time?Even though some of her antics infuriated him, he also got some kind of sick enjoyment from her taunting. Lexie had never been the type to give up once she decided she wanted something – and right now, she wanted him. He’d decided against telling her that he was waiting for her brother to get home, because if Jake wasn’t okay with this, then he didn’t want to drive a wedge between the siblings. He’d shoulder the blame himself. In the meantime, her tenacity made him hard as a rock and stoked his ego. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, even if she wasn’t thinking through the possible consequences.
The door opened and Lexie came in. Seeing her in the short coat in the flesh was so much hotter than on camera. If his cock hadn’t already been aching, it would be now.”Hello Pixie,” he said, purposefully keeping his voice mild.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I know you think I don’t belong in the club,” she said, without any preamble. Her big blue eyes were trained on him, determined and also excited. There was only the slightest tremor in her voice. That kind of fierce spirit, tinged with just a hint of anxiety, from a submissive was exactly the kind of thing that turned him on the most. “I’ve decided to show you that you’re wrong.”
Patrick opened his mouth, about to say something conciliatory, placating, the way he always did when she demanded entrance to the club, when she whipped off her coat and dropped it to the ground. He actually felt his eyes bulge, like some kind of cartoon character, as his hands gripped the desk in front of him so tightly that the wood creaked.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The image of Lexie almost completely naked was going to be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. He could easily lick her from ankle to pussy if he wanted, a gloriously bare, waxed pussy. Patrick had seen a lot of pussies, he could tell when a woman had recently gotten a Brazilian. The tiny black lace thong she was wearing hid nothing from him, and it wouldn’t stop his tongue or his fingers. A blue waist cincher with a black lace overlay gave her an hourglass figure while leaving her breasts completely exposed. They weren’t more than a handful, but he already knew he lusted after that handful. She’d come in with nothing but tape over her nipples often enough.All of the guys in their group, himself included, had been relieved when she’d gone back to wearing bras. A couple of times he’d even wondered over it, because it wasn’t like Lexie to give up. He’d eventually concluded that maybe she thought that covering up was sexier than showing everything. Not that it had mattered to him, those sexy little bras had gotten him just as hard as the tape.
Now he knew what she’d been covering up and it felt like all the blood in his body was pooling in his groin, making him lightheaded.Silver hoops adorned perfect pink nipples, which jutted out in front of her like little pencil erasers. Patrick loved nice plump, long nipples like hers, especially pierced, like hers. He closed his eyes for a long moment and swallowed, but when he opened them, she was still standing there with her hands on her hips, a slight smirk on her face, looking like his personal wet dream come to life.
“So,” she drawled, her voice sultry as she looked at him, peeking underneath her extravagant eyelashes. He’d been too shocked to hide his expression from her, his sudden, intent interest, and she’d seen it. Recognized it. “Are you going to let me show you that I can handle being in the club?”
Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn’t get them out, she’s pretty sure she’d go just a little crazy.
She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.
She believes the world is a better place when there’s a little magic in it.
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Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…
Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the impossible.
It should have stayed a one-night stand.
Now, it’s too late.
Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.
*This is a standalone full-length novel with an intense, heroic Dom, BDSM, drama, suspense, and a world of corrupt men that make this fairytale darker than most. How far would you go for your happy ending?
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Phee squealed as he picked her up, squeezing her to his chest as he captured her in a much more intense kiss. Heat flashed between them, and in a moment her legs were wrapped around his hips as he walked them into the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he nipped her lower lip just before he tossed her onto the bed.
“Take your clothes off before I rip them off you.”
Panting, she couldn’t stifle the grin as she sat up and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor where her bra joined it a second later. Just as she was working at the button on her jeans, she saw him finish the last button on his shirt to part it. Every time he undressed she stared, eyes running over the abs she now knew were thanks to the personal gym on the other side of his apartment, and the puckered scar over his ribs that reminded her of everything they’d been through.
“Phee,” he growled as his hands went to his pants, and she grinned wider.
“Sorry, sir, just distracted.” When her jeans were unzipped he leaned forward to grab them, yanking them down her legs as his eyes roamed her curves.
“Distracted, hmm? Well, you know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen, don’t you?” Tossing her jeans aside, he reached for her underwear, teasing her thighs with too light touches as she lay back on the bed and lifted her ass so he could pull them down slowly.
“Yes, sir,” she purred. Gasping when his tongue slid through the wetness growing between her thighs, but then he stood again, leaving her bereft and whining.
“God, I do love it when you writhe like that. Spread your legs for me.” He groaned as she obeyed, eyes meeting hers before trailing down her body to focus at her core. His pants were on the floor a moment later, followed by his boxers, and she wanted to taste him, but knew if she moved without permission he’d drag it all out again. Kicking his clothes out of the way he stalked forward, grabbing onto her hips to yank her to the edge of the bed. “Such a good girl.”
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