Friday, 25 September 2020

OUT NOW - RIDING WITH WARRIORS BOOK ONE #reverseharem #historicalromance

 

I'm so excited to announce that RIDING WITH WARRIORS Book One is now live, go, run, grab your copy before the price goes up - currently only 0.99

Books Two and Three coming 2nd and 9th of October so not long to wait.



Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.

Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.

She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.

And then she meets his warrior friends!

Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?






Sunday, 20 September 2020

RIDING WITH WARRIORS - PRE-ORDER NOW

 



Not long now, and I can't wait for you to meet these sexy warriors! 


Pre-Order and be the first to spend time with Mahpee, Hinto and Yas.


BOOK ONE  - special pre-order price of 0.99

BOOK TWO 

BOOK THREE 



Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.

Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.

She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.

And then she meets his warrior friends!

Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?





Saturday, 19 September 2020

Saturday Spankings #satspanks #erotic #romance #spanking #bdsm

 


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, you know I like to take you globe-trotting, last week was Africa and this week we're heading to the Scottish Highlands with OWNED BY THE HIGHLANDERS. Enjoy!



ABOUT

When a wounded Jacobite rebel and his companion seek shelter in her home following a clash with a group of Red Coats, Lady Moira Campbell of Leannan Creag offers her aid. But after she risks all of their lives with her careless disregard for their instructions, she quickly finds herself held in place by one stern Scotsman while her bare bottom is soundly spanked by the other.

Reid Murray and Kendal McDonald were certainly not looking for a wife when they sought refuge in Moira's home, but her beautiful body's response to their firm-handed dominance and strict correction is as delightful as it is obvious, and they decide to make her their shared bride.

Despite her shock at the scandalous nature of their marriage plans and their willingness to correct her behaviour in the most shameful of ways, when the two handsome Highlanders take her in their arms and claim her properly Moira is left spent and satisfied. But after her recklessness puts her in danger again, will her punishment be thorough enough to finally teach her obedience?




“It won’t happen again.” Oh, God. Reid was going to spank her. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was because of the bread. But this was because of her silly, stupid, crazy need to use bad words. Not that she’d thought he’d hear. She’d presumed she was alone.
He pulled out a chair and sat, knees apart and with his kilt riding up. His boots were coated in dirt and his fists clenched. He was so big, so strong, and the expression on his face was one of grim determination to teach her a lesson.
“Over you go,” he said, nodding at his lap.
Her belly clenched, so did her pussy.
“If I tell you again I’ll double the punishment.”
“Aye, of course.”
Moira had upended herself over Angus’s lap once, but he’d found it uncomfortable, and from then on preferred her over the table should she step out of line. But she didn’t think Reid would find her heavy or uncomfortable at all.
“Now.” His voice had deepened and a muscle flexed in his cheek.
Quickly she did his bidding, tipping over his wide thighs so her ass was presented to him. Already her buttocks were tingling and when he hoisted up her dress to expose her ass cheeks, she couldn’t help a whimper of nervous anticipation.
“I hope you’ll learn each lesson we teach you,” he said, smoothing his work-worn palms over her soft skin. “For this pale flesh of yours is delicate and lots of spankings will become incredibly uncomfortable, Moira.”
“I’ll try.” Blood was rushing to her head. She spread her fingers on the cold floor to keep her balance. Her feet were in the air; he’d tipped her forward so her ass was the highest point.
“Angus, God rest his soul, may not have been as strict with you as he should have been.”
“I believe he was.”
Smack.
“Ouch!” She lurched forward as searing heat spread over her right buttock.
“That is for us to judge,” he said. “Now try to keep still. Be as loud as you want because there’s no one for miles around, we have just determined that, to hear your woe.” He paused. “Because Kendal won’t save you, in fact he’d likely take a few swats at your ass too, just so you knew he was also unhappy with your cursing.”
“Aye. I understand.” She curled her toes and screwed up her eyes. Waiting for the next spank was almost as hard as taking it.
But she didn’t wait long. Soon it was there, blistering hot and making her clench and jerk.
Reid held her tight against his body, his arm over her back and curling around her waist.
It was clear he was a good shot with his free hand, and made quick work of spanking her hard and thoroughly. Each slap hit a slightly different section of flesh, making her gasp and cry out.
Her skin heated, sweat popped on her brow, and her body rubbed against his hard legs.
“The colour you’re turning shows me you’re going to remember this wee lesson.”
“Aye, I will,” she gasped. “I’m sorry for cursing, really I am.”
“I can tell you are.” He smoothed over her flesh, caressing it, as if tracing the marks he’d made.
When he slid his fingers down the crack of her buttocks and over her asshole, she held her breath.
“Do not fear me touching you here,” he said, stilling over the tight rosebud of her anus. “For I will, and so will Kendal.”
She didn’t reply. The sensation was so new, so thrilling, but also frightening.
“Angus never took this hole, did he?” Reid tugged her right buttock so he could examine her intimately.
“No,” she managed, her eyes still closed and an image of her hole exposed to him besieging her. Embarrassment swarmed over her body like a rash. “It wasn’t his persuasion to.”
“That’s a shame. You would have enjoyed it.”


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Monday, 14 September 2020

RIDING WITH WARRIORS - MEET MAHPEE, HINTO and YAS #reverseharem #historicalromance #whychoose #romance

 RIDING WITH WARRIORS is coming very soon (25th of Sept) here a snippet to whet your appetite.



Once again, Alice followed Mahpee along the track.

He stopped twice, to point out moose track—huge teardrop-shaped prints—and wolf dung.

Alice looked around warily. “Would a wolf attack a horse?”

“Not a wolf on its own. A pack in the winter, who are hungry, yes, they would.” He tapped the string of his bow that rested over his chest. “But do not fear. They are well-fed in the summer, and I have this. I will not let a wolf harm you, Brave Flower, or Faith.”

She nodded. “I believe you.”

“You should.”

He turned and continued north.

Alice studied his broad back, strong shoulders, and long sleek hair. Mahpee was a fine figure of a man, powerful and agile, big and strong. It was clear he was clever and skilled, too. He’d learned another language, her language, and seemed to know everything about the wilderness.

But when he left again…later…and she was all alone in the cabin, then what?

She tried to push that worry aside. Her mother had always told her to try to enjoy the moment. And right now, riding past a huge swathe of pink and white wildflowers with a blue-winged bird fluttering beside them, life seemed all right, more than all right. She was enjoying herself.

A sense of calm came over her. She was aware of Faith relaxing, too, as if she sensed the change in Alice’s previously tense body.

Alice smiled and patted her neck. Mahpee had been right, this was a good way to feel at one with a horse. Though what it would be like at a gallop, she had no idea. Well, it would be bumpy, she guessed that.

They came to a gap in the trees. A huge meadow stretched before them. An assortment of grasses swayed in the breeze, creating long silk scarves of shimmering movement.

“This is pretty,” she said, sensing they’d arrived.

“Ah, there is more.” Mahpee leaped from Ouray, landing softly. He reached for her waist and tugged her down.

She landed with a soft gasp, her hands wrapped around his hot, hard biceps. Fingertips resting over the thin leather bands circling his upper right arm.

“You will see,” he said with a grin, the corners of his eyes creasing. He didn’t have paint on his face today.

Alice had no idea what he meant. She did hope it wasn’t another bear she’d come to see, though, or a wolf or lion. Whatever it was, Mahpee was pleased with himself.

“This way.” He tugged her away from the horses who’d already dipped their heads to graze. “Go softly.”

He held her hand, his big fingers folded around hers. She often felt small standing next to men, but Mahpee even more so.

They waded into the knee-deep grass.

“Keep going?”

“Why?” She giggled.

“You will see.” He held his other hand out, as if ready to catch something. “Like this.”

And then the meadow around them came to life. A fluttering burst of orange as a hundred butterflies, more, a thousand, rose into the air. Every step they took sent a new wave of the tiny insects upward in a magical dance, swirling and flickering. The air trembled with them in a quivering cloud.

“Wow.” She held out her hand and they flapped featherlight wings against her skin. “There’s so many.”

“Yes.” He smiled. “You like?”

“Yes. I love it.” She gazed around, feasting her eyes on the sight. Her mother would have loved to see this. Alice hoped she was with her in spirit, somehow.

They walked farther, more butterflies rising into the blueness of the sky. “Where are they going?”

“They will return; this is their home, for now.”

“And then where?”

“They will follow their own paths. The way we all must.”

Alice stopped. She’d never imagined to be on the path she’d found herself on.

“What is it?” Mahpee released her hand and put his palms on her shoulders.

She liked their weight and heat. “Thank you, for showing me this…and for being here.” She stared into his dark eyes. “It’s so very beautiful.”

His jaw tightened. “Not as beautiful as you are, Brave Flower.”

“You think I am beautiful?”

“More than any other woman I have ever seen. More than any butterfly or bird.”

A strange swelling sensation filled her chest, and her eyes prickled. “Mahpee.”

“I said I would care for you, and I will.” He moved his hands from her shoulders up to her neck, his fingers catching in her hair. “I do not wish for you to ever get one scratch or bruise or moment of pain, hunger, or sorrow.”

His eyes flashed with such determination, such truth, that Alice could resist no longer.

She went up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She closed her eyes, lost to the sensation of his closeness and his touch.

He slid one hand to the back of her skull and cradled her head possessively. His grip increased, and he hugged her closer, their bodies coming into alignment.

Alice moaned softly and parted her lips.

His warm tongue peeked in, searching for hers.

The kiss intensified, and her heart rate increased, sending heat over her entire body.

Somewhere she had the thought that Chochmi kissed better than white men, than Dan, but then it was gone and she could think only of Mahpee and being in his arms.

He pulled back. “Brave Flower?”

“In answer to your question yesterday, Mahpee.” She paused. “Yes, I think you are a very handsome warrior.”

He stroked the back of his index finger down her cheek then over her chin. “That pleases me.”

“It does.”

He nodded, and then his mouth was on hers again.

Alice fell into the kiss this time, sliding her hands around his warm shoulders and gliding over the wide expanse of smooth skin. She wanted to get closer to him. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough. Would she ever get enough of the new man in her life?

Their tongues tangled. He tilted his head, deepened the kiss, and groaned softly.

Alice moaned, too, absorbing every inch of his body that connected with hers—his solid chest, thick strong arms, and the bulge in his groin that butted up against her stomach.

He was hard.

She withdrew, breathing fast and shallow. Mahpee wanted her body. That much was clear. Would he just take it? Push her down to the meadow floor and drive his cock in? Would she want that?

He released her and adjusted the leather bands around his biceps. He didn’t bother hiding the wedge of flesh evident through his pants.

“We should go to the cabin,” she said.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes narrowed. “I thought you wanted to kiss.”

“You didn’t scare me. And I did want to kiss you.” She paused. “I liked it.”

“So did I.”

She was silent as she looked around. The butterflies were thinning now.

“So why must we go?” he asked.

“We have seen this beautiful sight, and thank you. I will never forget it.”

He nodded and stared at the ground, his mouth tugged into a downward curve.

“Mahpee.” She clasped his hand. She hated seeing him crestfallen, thinking he’d done something wrong. When in truth it was clear he was a kind and gentle soul.

She took a deep breath. “Will you stay with me tonight, Mahpee? At the cabin?”

He snapped his head up. “Stay?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

He nodded. Once. A quick up and down of his head.

“Does that mean you will?”

“If you do not wish to be alone.”

She turned his hand over and stroked the lines that mapped his palm. “I said that wrong, it is not just that I don’t want to be alone, I want you to be with me. I’d miss you if you left me now, Mahpee.”



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Saturday, 12 September 2020

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #spanking #BDSM #romance

 


Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I'm taking you to beautiful Africa!



He grinned as he reached for the waistband of her knickers. He dragged them down her thighs and made short work of removing them.
Yes!
Now she was ready for him, all he needed to do was get his cock out. And damn, from what she’d seen it was a very fine cock too.
She closed her eyes, tugged her arms, and spread her legs.
“Pretty pussy,” he said, stroking over her pubic hair.
She knew she should be ashamed of her position, of exposing herself to this man who wasn’t her lover. Who was someone who liked to discipline her in the most unreasonable of ways. But she was too far gone on the road of lust. Her needs were all-consuming.
He flicked over her clit.
Her entire body twitched, her legs pinging as if made of elastic.
“And so wet,” he said, slipping lower to her entrance.
She held her breath as he circled her there, then slid in. As he stretched her with what she thought was two fingers, he set his thumb over her clit.
“Oh, yes, yes…” she hissed. Being filled was bliss and just what she needed. She canted her hips for more and gasped as he smoothed over her G-spot. “Rhett, yes, just there… oh, fuck…”
Moist clacking noises filled the air as he began to finger fuck her. She’d take what she could get, her orgasm was racing toward her, coming was within reach again. She knew it was going to be big, so big. She wasn’t sure how she’d cope with its ferocity when it was finally set free.
“Jeez, woman, you’re so sweet and tight.”
She didn’t answer, it was there. Her heart thudded. She forgot to breathe. The topple into ecstasy was within reach.
He pulled out.
All sensation stopped.
“No!” she wailed, opening her eyes. “Not again, you bastard, you total, utter, fucking bastard.”
He laughed and stood from the bed. “I think we can safely say you’ve learned your lesson, Casey.”
She clamped her legs together, tried to scissor them to create enough stimulation to work her clitoris, but it was no good.
She arched her back, kicked the mattress, shook her head. The all-consuming disappointment at not coming was eating her alive.
He stood at the side of the bed, his hands on his hips, looking down at her.
“What the fuck are you staring at,” she snapped at him. “Call yourself a man, do you?”
“A man who demands his woman be obedient.”
“I’m not your woman.”
“You’re living in my house, sleeping in my bed, and seconds ago you were begging me to fuck you. I’d say that makes you my woman.”
She couldn’t argue any of those points, and besides that, her brain was fudged. All she could think of was getting free and masturbating. She might have a quick scout around and see if there was anything she could use as a dildo too.
“And…” he went on. “Don’t think I’m setting you free anytime soon.”
“What?” His words infuriated her further. “I demand that you do, right now. You’ve had your fun.”
“Disciplining isn’t for fun, Casey, it’s to ensure you walk the line.”
“Yeah, right, fingering me didn’t get you hard, is that what you’re telling me?”
“Not especially.” He was annoyingly still while she was fidgeting. “Though hearing you beg, seeing you practically naked, that did.”
She huffed.
“But I don’t need to go and jerk off, Casey, if that’s what you’re wondering. I can wait for the real thing.”
“The real thing. You think you’re ever going to get that from me now?” Red dots of anger danced in her vision. “Because you’re not. You’re bloody well not. I want to go back to Amakala. I can’t cope with your stupid games, your constant crossing the boundaries of our relationship.”
“You still want to go back there?”
She said nothing, just scowled at him. It was the last thing she wanted. At least not until she’d been well and truly fucked by Rhett, that was what she wanted right now.




Thursday, 10 September 2020

RIDING WITH WARRIORS - Pre-order Now! #reverseharem #whychoose #historical #romance

 


Not long now, and I can't wait for you to meet these sexy warriors! 


Pre-Order and be the first to spend time with Mahpee, Hinto and Yas.


BOOK ONE 

BOOK TWO 

BOOK THREE 



Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.

Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.

She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.

And then she meets his warrior friends!

Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?






Friday, 28 August 2020

Cover Reveal - RIDING WITH WARRIORS #reverseharem #whychoose #historical #western #pioneer

 


I'm thrilled to show off the cover for my exciting and seriously sexy new reverse harem trilogy. Huge thanks to Studioenp for their awesome work once again.

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Sunday, 23 August 2020

EQUINOX - Now Available From Your Favourite eBook Retailer #scifi #reverseharem #whychoose #romance

 


Previously only available on Amazon, EQUINOX is now on the shelves at many more ebook retailers. Find your favourite store HERE and dive right in and meet Uma and her sexy human pilots and uniquely enhanced handsome aliens!





Saturday, 22 August 2020

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #scifi #bdsm #spankingromance

 


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from MASTER OF HER WORLD. Imagine a male dominated world where women have to not only obey but need semen three times a day to survive. 



ABOUT

With her own world facing catastrophic environmental collapse, Briella's only option is to seek refuge on the planet Roun, but the cost of her choice will be her freedom. Upon reaching her new home, she is met by Gastion, the stern, handsome man to whom she now belongs, and he wastes no time in making his expectations clear. Briella will obey him in all things and make her beautiful body available to him in every way, or her bare bottom will pay the price.

Gastion quickly demonstrates that his warnings are not to be taken lightly, and when he discovers that Briella has smuggled prohibited contraband from her home planet she is punished thoroughly. But while he is more than ready to be strict with her, Gastion soon proves that a skillful master can bring his slave pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined, and Briella finds herself surrendering willingly even as he claims her in ever more shameful ways.

Their passion blossoms into romance, but there are strict rules governing interactions between masters and slaves, and it isn't long before Gastion and Briella's relationship attracts scrutiny from the governing authorities. Can their love survive the wrath of the planet's powerful king?

* * * * * * *

He held up his palm, the one he’d injured. “Come here.”
She hesitated.
“Now.”
“Yes, Sir.” She quickly stood, clasping her hands before her.
“I wish to check the poppy balm has worked.” He flexed and unflexed his fingers as his attention dipped to her breasts. “If not I will apply more so I’m healed by morning. Tomorrow I have much to do.”
“Yes, Sir.” She curled her toes on the hard floor. How was he going to test the health of his hand?
“Lay yourself over my knee.” He straightened and drew his legs together.
Briella stayed rooted to the spot. Did he really want her draped over his lap? Her breasts against his thighs, her belly squashed against his leg?
He tipped his head. “If you’re a good slave, I will allow you to ask me one question. I can see that many are swirling in that pretty head of yours.”
“Yes, Sir.” One question? She stepped up to him, then gingerly, not wanting to hurt him, settled face down on his lap.
“I won’t break,” he muttered, with a tinge of impatience. He pressed between her shoulders, pinning her to the bed, and dragged her hips so that she was flush with his body.
Gasping at the sudden swift movement, she gripped the covers and pressed her cheek onto the sheet.
“Ah, such a sweet ass,” he said, skimming his hand over both buttocks.
She was still tender from the flogger but she could easily tolerate him touching her there now.
“You pinked up quickly when I flogged you for the enforcers.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But now I’m going to pink you up for me. To see if my hand copes with spanking you, slave.”
“Yes, Sir. As you wish.”
“I do wish.” He stroked up to her hairline then down her back to her thighs, then behind her knees. He tickled and caressed, the hard calluses on his palms scratching her slightly.
She writhed, enjoying his touch and the adoration he seemed to put into each movement.
Suddenly it hit; one hard, resounding slap on her right buttock.
She cried out as the pain bloomed over her skin, then jerked, trying to get away from it. The sting followed.
“No, keep still.” He gathered her hair in his free hand and tugged.
She stilled as her scalp complained. “Oh, Sir…”
“I wish to see my handprint come alive.”
She bit on her bottom lip. Did all masters on Roun wish for this? She wasn’t sure. Maybe that should be her question.
He was rubbing her buttock again, exactly where he’d hit. “Here it comes. My handprint on you. Beautiful.”
“Does that mean your hand is well, Sir?”
“I believe it does.” He gripped her hair tighter. “Keep still. One more.”
She screwed up her eyes and tensed her butt cheeks.
“No, relax. Don’t do that.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
It took great effort to release the tension in her buttocks. But as soon as she did he struck her again.
She’d been aware of the air shifting around her opposite buttock a moment before a fire-like slap hit down. And when it did, the heat burned against her nerve endings. He’d put solid muscle behind the slap.
“Mmm…” Gast said, pulling her a little closer. His cock was hard against her and his body as warm as hers. “There we go. Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He chuckled. “You are thanking me for a spank?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, that means you will get more of them.” He chuckled again. “You obviously like it.”
She swallowed tightly. She wasn’t sure how many spankings she really wanted, or if she liked it. But his hand was better than the flogger.
But lying here, she was so open to him, somehow more vulnerable tipped over his lap like this, with her ass in the air for his enjoyment, than when she was on the cross.
What did she look like to him? A slim girl with moon-white buttocks squirming on his thick lap?
He appeared in no rush to release her and continued to caress her body, paying particular attention to her patches of smarting skin as though admiring his handiwork. He slipped his finger through the cleft of her buttocks, sliding to her anus and hovering there for a moment.
She held her breath and squeezed the sheets tighter.
“This will be soon,” he said, pressing very gently at the center of her pucker.
“Yes, Sir.”
“The enforcers will check that I have medicated you here.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if it hasn’t happened, they will do it.”



Wednesday, 19 August 2020

THE SILK TIE - hot mmf! Now on #audible #menage #threesome #MM #gay #erotic

 


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Monday, 17 August 2020

RIDING WITH WARRIORS - COMING SOON #reverseharem #historicalromance #erotic #whychoose

 


RIDING WITH WARRIORS, an action-packed, super steamy, historical reverse harem trilogy - coming soon!



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Saturday, 15 August 2020

Saturday Spankings - "You want to tie me up?" "Yes." #BDSM #shibari #spanking #romance #erotic

 


This week a few from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE and things are heating up for Kane and Imogen.



“Are you tired?” Kane asked, removing the slim tie he’d worn with his suit, then undoing the top button of his shirt.
“No.” She studied him. Thoughts of going to sleep couldn’t be further from her mind. She had a hot man now. Someone who could take her to wonderful places and play her body like a musical instrument—why would she want to sleep?
“Good, because I have plans for you.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“It is.” He removed his shirt so that he was bare-chested.
Imogen’s mouth watered at the sight of his sun-kissed skin and the three stars inked onto his flesh. She wanted to touch him, lick him, feel his body pushing up against hers—pushing into hers.
He walked over to her and stooped. He carefully removed her shoes the way he had her boots that first night.
She stared at the top of his head and watched the tendons in his shoulders shift as he moved.
He straightened, towering over her now that she’d lost her heels. “This way.” He linked their fingers and tugged her to the room he’d used earlier to shower and change.
When he opened the door, Imogen paused.
This bedroom was quite different to the one she’d been using. The walls were painted a darker shade and the drapes at the window were black. The bed had silky gray sheets and pillows, and two lamps with burgundy shades gave the room a sultry glow.
Standing in the middle of the room was a padded leather bench. It was like the one she’d seen at the club. The first night she’d witnessed it in use, the submissive had been tied, spanked, and fucked as she lay over it.
She glanced at Kane.
He tilted his chin and his eyes narrowed.
That was him feeling vulnerable, she knew that now. He was showing her something that was very personal to him, yet trying to act like it didn’t matter. It did.
“You’ve been busy,” she said. “Planning.”
“I told you, I plan everything.”
“So you do.” She stepped away from him and ran her fingertip over the cool black leather on the bench. She couldn’t deny that she was excited to see it. She’d thought of it several times. After the cross it was the piece of apparatus she was the most interested in.
The door to the room clicked shut.
At the side of the bench, a mirror had been leaned against the wall. It was huge, eight feet by eight feet, and perfect for whoever was on the bench to turn to the side and see their reflection. Imogen stepped around the head section, tracing her fingers over the stitching. A table had been set next to the bench. It held a small brown leather bag and one long length of slim black rope.
She looked at Kane. He was standing with his arms at his sides, his jaw was set tight, and he was studying her with an intensity that made her insides quiver.
“Is this for...?” She held up the rope and the end slithered to the floor. “Shibari, yes.”
“You want to tie me up?”
“Yes.”
“Like the girls in the pictures at the club.”
“Yes.”


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Friday, 14 August 2020

Meet the Roughest, Toughest Viking of them all! STEINN #historicalromance #kinkyromance #spanking



Meet the toughest, roughest Viking of them all and the wild woman he falls for. STEINN now available as ebook, paperback and audio. Be warned, it HOT!



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Thursday, 13 August 2020

OUT NOW—Search and Rescue (The Dreadnoughts Book One) by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #reverseharem #rhromance #whychoose

 

 


Kim’s trying to save the world—but is she actually going to make things worse?


Kim Medhurst is an ex-British military intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist. A thrilling, potentially world-changing discovery leads her to a cave on a remote island off the Scottish coast. But before she can return to the mainland, a natural disaster traps her in the cave with limited food and water. Fortunately, she is an intelligent and resourceful woman who made a backup plan even before she stepped out of her own front door.

Enter Jason Chastain—owner and operator of a private security firm—and his friends Aidan Smith and twins Taylor and Joshua Greig. The foursome are also ex-military, so rescuing Kim should be a walk in the park for them. However, her discovery is so top secret she hasn’t even told Chastain and his buddies precisely what their mission is—instead relying on money and intrigue to get them to do the job. It works, until a series of events turn the rescue mission into an escape mission. Throw in a further revelation that will change all of their lives irrevocably and Kim begins to wonder if she’s bitten off more than she can chew.

Should she have left things well alone, or can this colossal mess be turned into something positive? This is about so much more than just five human beings, after all.

PLEASE NOTE: Search and Rescue has a cliffhanger ending.



 

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Chapter One

Jason Chastain


Jason gripped tightly onto the controls of the rigid inflatable boat—otherwise known as a RIB—as it bounced on the relentless, white-capped waves of the Atlantic Ocean. According to the GPS, they were closing in on their destination. And thank God for GPS; simply looking for their target was futile—it was pitch black, and the remote Scottish island they were headed for was uninhabited, so there were no lights to help guide them. Not even a bloody lighthouse. To make things worse, they didn’t know exactly what—or who—they were going to find when they landed, so they were in stealth mode, meaning no lights on their boat, either. When they got close enough, they’d have to kill the engine, too, so as not to be heard by anyone who might be waiting for them.

He hunched his shoulders against the biting wind which still managed to worm its way in through his layers of technical gear and muttered to himself. Complaining out loud was pointless—the waves and wind would stop the others from being able to hear a word he said, anyway.

Besides, he was really in no position to complain, since it was his fault the four of them were here in the first place.

The job offer had come in via the contact form on his security firm’s website—all mysterious and anonymous, and on the first read he’d almost dismissed it out of hand, his finger hovering over the ‘delete’ button even before he’d read the final line. It was so vague he’d thought it was spam, or someone pissing about—even organisations who wanted to employ him for highly classified missions usually gave more information than that. Not to mention more notice. But something, the merest grain of intrigue, had made him read the message through again and absorb it fully. Despite all the cloak and dagger, it seemed legit.

And when his phone pinged with an alert, prompting him to check his business bank account and find the promised amount just sitting there, all nonchalant-like, the grain of intrigue had turned into the Sahara Desert’s worth. Particularly since the amount in question was just a deposit to help with expenses and getting the mission off the ground. What would have happened if he’d refused the mission? Did he get to keep the money anyway? By this point, that wasn’t really an issue, anyway, since there were a hell of a lot more zeroes at play if he and the three buddies he had in mind to come with him managed to pull this off—a ridiculous sum, even when split four ways and taking costs into consideration.

Whoever the client was, they were extremely important, or insanely rich. Maybe both.

In other words, a good person to get on side. If he played his cards right, this mysterious client could keep him in work for a long time to come—if not personally, then by way of sharing contacts and word of mouth. Either way was good, as far as he was concerned.

Despite the secretive nature of this mission, it would certainly beat some of the two-bit jobs he’d taken on out of necessity in the past few months. Unfortunately, the need to eat and the requirement to pay bills didn’t go away just because the exciting work had dried up.

But this job could be the turning point. The one that launched him from dull bodyguarding of ‘celebrities’—some of those fuckers have been so Z-list that even Google doesn’t know who they are—and protecting sensitive goods to actually making a difference, like he used to do back in the military. Helping people. Taking bad people off the streets.

It could also be the job that launched him into the Atlantic Ocean—not for the first, but possibly for the final time. The RIB lurched violently, and Jason heard the rest of the crew swearing and exclaiming even over the roar of the elements. And these were guys who weren’t afraid of anything. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder and counted three large figures. They were all still there, and for now, that would have to do. There was no time to check in—according to the GPS, the shore was coming up fast, and he’d need all his concentration, skill, and brass fucking balls to land them on the beach in one piece. More importantly, the boat needed to be in one piece, since that was their way out, once they’d secured their target. Without it, they were royally fucked. Unlike in the military, they had no one to call, no backup, no rescue teams.

They were it.

He shook his head, wondering for the umpteenth time who the hell threw so much cash around in order to hire a four-man team to take on a monumental, potentially very dangerous task, knowing perfectly well that if it went tits up, there was no second chance? No clean up team?

The best he’d been able to come up with was: Someone desperate, with a need for secrecy.

So exactly who was desperate, secretive, and filthy rich?

It’s only a matter of time before we find out. If we ever make it onto this bloody beach, that is. He took a deep breath and squinted into the darkness, willing his eyes to pick up something useful. Normally he’d have donned his night-vision goggles, but the rain and the sea spray would splatter constantly onto the lenses, rendering them useless. All he could do was keep flicking his gaze between the GPS and the landscape in front of the boat and hope for the best. He wasn’t a religious man, but he mumbled some random words of prayer to the heavens anyway, just in case. Couldn’t hurt to try, and it certainly wouldn’t make things worse.

Finally, his vision and the gadget seemed to agree the beach was imminent. With another deep breath, Jason killed the engine and mentally crossed his fingers and toes they were close enough that the waves would wash the boat up onto the shore, rather than dragging it back out to sea. He’d researched tide times and planned accordingly, but he knew better than most that things didn’t always go to plan. Especially when it came to Mother Nature. She could be a sadistic bitch at times. But then, given the way the human race treated her, he could hardly blame her for lashing out from time to time.

Thankfully, after what felt like an interminable amount of time, but was actually only a few minutes, the equally terrifying and relief-inducing sound of the boat scraping on to dry land rang out—audible even over the wind and waves. Jason maintained a fierce, knuckle-whitening grip on the controls as the boat lurched, more to keep himself steady and to take out his nervousness on the rigid material beneath his fingers than anything—after all, the steering had lost most of its effectiveness the minute he’d switched off the engine. He’d never admit it to the guys, not in a million years, but his heart was in his mouth. These boats were built to be sturdy, designed to carry out exactly this kind of mission, but it wasn’t impossible that a particularly sharp rock or even something manmade that had been left or washed up onto the beach could puncture it.

He released a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding when the boat came to a surprisingly gentle stop on the sand. He let go of the controls and gingerly relaxed his fingers and hands, then flexed them, wincing a little as the muscles, joints and tendons protested. Immediately, he dropped into a defensive crouch and began readying himself to disembark—they weren’t out of the woods yet. Far from it. For all they knew, there could be a hostile force lying in wait for them.

Once he was ready, he turned to the rest of the team, barely able to make out who was who in the darkness. He shuffled closer to ensure they could hear him. “All right, lads, this is it. Stay alert. We might be on dry land now, but it doesn’t mean we’re safe. I have literally no idea what we could be walking into here, so be prepared for anything. Comms check.”

They ran through the necessary, removed their lifejackets and stashed them in a heavy-duty container, and ensured they had all their gear. That done, Jason took the lead and carefully leapt off the boat, knowing the others would be right behind him. The four of them had always had each other’s backs, and that wasn’t about to change now. Especially not when the stakes were so high.

He dropped back into a crouch immediately after landing on the sand, and paused momentarily to flip his night-vision goggles—usable now they were off the ocean and in a more sheltered spot—into place before setting off to find a route off the beach. He turned his head from side to side, examining his surroundings. It was clear this was no sunbather’s beach, not even in the height of summer—such as it was in this part of the world. He reckoned he’d be more likely to bump into a smuggler here than a sunbather or a swimmer. The sand ran right up to the base of some inhospitable cliffs, craggy and steep.

Shit. I knew this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, but I didn’t think we’d fall at the first fucking hurdle. Even smugglers wouldn’t be so daft as to end up here.

 

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts seriesIncluding novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter



 

 

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