Crystal Coast Love Connection by Sierra Brave

This week on the Never Ending Blog Tour I’m looking at Sierra Brave’s book Crystal Coast Love Connection, part of her Crystal Coast series. It asks the question: Can a sexy soldier convince Jessica to give love another chance?

Blurb

After leaving a bad relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has sworn off love and relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to make her his own.
The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?

Disclaimer: This book was previously published by Loose Id, Inc. as Crystal Coast Christmas. It is a sensuous romance. Themes include explicitly sexual situations. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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Excerpt
She fell, her gaze locking with his as her body bounced against his mattress. She watched with anticipation as he stripped off his sweater and undershirt, allowing her to drink in his sculpted pectorals and rock-hard abs. She bucked her hips as her pussy demanded to be sated.
Using one foot, he pushed off his shoe, repeating the process with the other and kicking his footwear out of his way. Jessica sat up, reaching out and grasping his belt buckle. She unfastened it, yanking the accessory through the loops.
Chase tugged at the bow holding her top closed, untying it and exposing her naked breasts. “Nice,” he said, leering while licking his lips.
Jessica inhaled rapidly, pressing her hand against the bulge straining beneath Chase’s slacks. He moaned, and she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, yanking them down over his firm ass. As his pants fell, bunching around his ankles, she grasped his behind, caressing it over his white cotton boxer briefs.
Before she could strip off his underwear, Chase knelt and started taking off her pants. He leaned in and nuzzled her breasts, his lips teasing the protruding nubs. “Mmm,” Jessica moaned. As he sucked, his black spiky hair tickled her skin. She sighed wistfully as she reclined.
Chase striped off her jeans, leaving her wearing only a thin damp purple thong. Her chest heaved as her gaze focused on the swell beneath his undergarment. He was so hard and large the head of his cock was peeking over the top of the waistband. He parted her legs, moving between as he rested on top of her.

More about Sierra Brave

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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Love My Fate by Daryl Devoré

What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her? This week on the Never Ending Blog Tour, I’m looking at Daryl Devoré’s latest. Love My Fate is a quirky, paranormal urban fantasy.

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Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

Disclaimer: Love My Fate was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.
This is a sensuous romance. Themes include explicit sexual situations and erotic play, spanking, and anal play. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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Excerpt:

My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"
"Yes."
One simple, yet mortifying, word.
"I'm not a porn star."
"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My aureoles contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
I took a moment to figure out what to do. Thall didn't think to include the instructions, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet.
My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centred in my crotch.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudged me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.
Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
"Do you want it?"
I groaned.
"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?"
Do the Fates understand the term—duh!
A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.
The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.
I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"
"Where?" His voice brushed past my ear.
"My clit."
Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe.
Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.
"Ohhhh!"
"Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humour.
"Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.
I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again. Please."
Total bitch in heat and I didn't give a damn.

More about Daryl Devoré

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies’ room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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Questions with Capri Gray from Love My Fate

What is your full name and what do you do?
Capricious Gray – Capri for short and to add to that – I’m a Capri-corn. 
At the start of my story I was an executive in a global corporation.

How did you meet the man of your dreams?
That’s not easy to answer. The man of my dreams isn’t a man – sort of. We met at a sex toy convention.

You obviously have to explain that
My BFF, Kat, dragged me off to a sex toy convention. Her idea! And I heard this voice ask me to purchase something fun, something erotic and something dangerous. And it just went from there.

So, did you buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous?
Suffice it to say, I made interesting purchases that evening which may have happened due to the consumption of several glasses of champagne.

Any advice for the readers of your story?
If you like deep drama that focuses on the angst of modern society – this is so not the story for you. This is my story - an average woman living an average life when out-of-the-blue highly unusual things start happening.

Flawed by Felicity Brandon

Who doesn’t love a new book by Felicity Brandon? This month the first in her Dark Necessities Prequel, book 1 was released. Flawed is dark and powerful and reviewers love it.

One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.

Blurb:
Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.
For a while Lily’s love is enough.
But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.
Disclaimer: Flawed is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book

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Excerpt:
Lily stood bent over and completely naked in front of him. It was like something out of one of Ethan’s fantasies, and a part of him could barely believe they were both actually here and not dreaming.
“Fabulous,” he purred as she stepped gingerly out of her adorable panties. “Now, just stay right there.”
“Like this?” she gasped.
Ethan was on his feet in a second, slapping her prone arse at Lily’s error. “What was that, Lily?”
“Sir!” she exclaimed, correcting herself at once. “I’m sorry.”
He gently trailed a finger over the curve of her behind, aware of the way his cock jumped at the touch. “You need to remember, beautiful,” he warned her. “You don’t want to add my belt to this evening.”
Lily’s body tensed under his fingertip. He actually felt the discernible tautness as his hand shifted to the top of her thighs.
“I will remember, sir,” she panted.
He bet she would.
“This is every inch as good as I’d imagined,” he murmured. “I need you naked around here all the time.”
“Ethan,” she breathed. “Sir.”
He edged left, tilting his head to examine her face. “Don’t you like being nude for me?” he inquired.
Ethan watched as her face began to color.
“It’s so… different,” she conceded at length. “I feel so vulnerable like this.”
That made him chortle. Vulnerable was exactly what Lily was now, and as if he wanted to reinforce the point, he moved his hand to the underside of her pussy and cupped her sex. Her nest of hair was wet already, suggesting Lily’s vulnerability made her horny, as well as helpless.
“You’re mine,” he reminded her in a resolute tone. “All you need to think about is being my good girl. Do you understand?”
One finger slipped idly into her sex, eliciting a gasp from Lily’s lips before she responded.
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
Ethan’s excitement swelled at the reply, combining with the incredible sensation of her hot snatch. He needed to slow down himself, and remember this was Lily’s first time following his instructions, yet everything about her made him want to shove his erection straight into her wet, needy passage.
“I’d like to teach you something new tonight,” he murmured as he probed a little deeper. “Are you up for the challenge?”
A small whimper escaped Lily’s lips.
“Was that a yes?” he replied with a laugh, easing the digit from her wonderful sex.
She gasped. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he answered, slapping her exposed behind playfully. “Then let’s have you down on your hands and knees by my feet, Lily.”

Hunter, Dark Assassins book 5, by Valerie Ullmer

Today Valerie Ullmer returns with Hunter, book five in her Dark Assassins series.

Blurb:

The one definitive belief panther-shifter Hunter and the other immortals understood about shifters and vampires; vampire venom is deadly to shifters and vice versa.  But Hunter never worried about testing the theory because he never wondered if he had a mate, even after a few of his family had found their own.  As he and two others stumble upon and eliminate several rogue shifters, part of a larger group determined to kill each of the assassins, Hunter also stumbles upon the one woman destined to be his.  There’s only one problem.  She’s part vampire.
All alone in the world.
Despite everything, Neri made a life for herself after she escaped from a facility using her as a test subject.  She has no past, no family, and no connections to the world as far as she can remember.  She stays to herself and finds a routine, telling herself she isn’t lonely.  But everything changes when she spots Hunter and her first true memory revealed.  He was there the day someone injected her with an experimental drug and changed into this cold being.
As Neri and Hunter navigate their newfound relationship, their journey becomes even more complicated when they learn Neri’s venom is deadly to shifters.  But with help from the other immortals, Hunter and Neri reveal her past and realize the extent of the threat Dark Company has been dealing with for years.
But can their relationship survive with so much stacked against them?
Disclaimer: Hunter is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

“You don’t have to fear me.  You’re safe.”  Hunter reiterated his promise and cupped her face.

Hunter’s vision blackened around the edges and a second later, he plunged into a darkness.  He didn’t understand when he heard her quiet voice.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
The next minute, Hunter sensed his surroundings changed.  He blinked his eyes, getting used to the darkness after the bright, blinding light of the snow.  He still found himself on his knees and as he moved his fingers searching for the woman who had been right in front of him, he found she wasn’t there any longer.
Hunter closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings.
There was a low hum from a computer fan somewhere in the room and there was breathing, deep, as if the person was asleep.  Before he could investigate further, a desk lamp clicked on and his eyes moved toward the arrogant looking man seated, cross-legged, on an uncomfortable metal chair.  He had a smug look on his face and Hunter wanted to break his face.
Hunter pulled his gaze from the man and took a quick glance around and to him, something about it seemed familiar.  The sterile coldness, the clear glass that looked out into the hall, the white formica tiles on the floor.  Sterile and clean.  The place gave him the creeps.
When he turned his gaze to the man in the lab coat, his gaze wasn’t on Hunter but on a woman laying on the exam table he hadn’t seen until that moment.
Hunter took a deep breath, trying to examine the scents in the room and looking for a familiar one, but there was nothing.  He should have scented the sterile environment, the blue liquid on the counter along with wooden sticks and cotton balls, but there was nothing.
He growled in frustration but neither the older gray-haired doctor, nor the woman strapped down with her mouth covered to muffle sound, reacted to the sound escaping from his throat.
Without another thought, he lunged for the doctor but he passed through the figure.
Okay, I’m not here.  Can’t scent, can’t touch.
Hunter turned toward the table and sucked in a deep breath as the familiar features of the woman in the mountains came into focus.  Her face looked gaunt, but it was the dark brown hair and matching eyes that took him by surprise because she looked familiar.  Her body looked starved and despite the bruising on her limbs and the dark circles under her eyes; she looked back at the doctor in defiance.
Hunter jolted when the man spoke.
“So, Nerissa… it appears you’re an utter failure as a shifter.”  His eyes glanced down as if he were ashamed by her lack of abilities.  “But you are a prime candidate for an experimental drug my colleagues and I have been working on.”
Her gaze narrowed as he continued to speak and he noted her body shook with the continuous growl that emitted from her throat.
“You had such promise.  Oh, well.”
As if waiting for that statement, a nurse walked in and handed a syringe to the man.  “Here you go, Dr. Stevens.”


More about Valerie Ullmer

Valerie writes romances: contemporary, paranormal, erotic, and gay.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab, Maddie.  Valerie is addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.
As a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars, and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the romance novels she’s devoured over the years!
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Submitting To The Sheriff by BJ Wane

BJ Wane brings Submitting To The Sheriff, book 3 in her Cowboy Doms series to my blog today. Your free sample follows.

Blurb:

After overhearing two crooked Chicago cops plotting against her, Avery Pierce goes on the run, not knowing who she can trust. When her low finances force her to take a job as a sex phone operator, she struggles with her inexperience. When a caller senses her desperation and inexperience and offers assistance, she’s tempted to agree.
As soon as Sheriff Grayson Monroe meets the new waitress at his favorite diner, something about her strikes a familiar chord. When he sees her enter The Barn, his BDSM club, the desire to get to the bottom of her evasive eyes and answers to his probing questions takes hold. He’s determined to find out who she really is and what is troubling her.
After an icy mishap, Master Grayson has finally run out of patience. One way or another, Avery will tell him the truth. But is it too late? Has danger already found her? Can Grayson come to her rescue or will she lose everything she has just gained?
Publisher’s Note: Submitting To The Sheriff is book two in the Cowboy Doms series but can be read as a standalone. This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of power exchange, adult language, sensual scenes, danger, mystery and suspense. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt:

One minute Avery was conversing softly with Master Grayson, enjoying the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, the corded strength of his arm around her waist and his calloused palm trailing up her leg, and the next found her looking down at the wood floor, his hard thigh muscles contracting under her fluttering abdomen. Her thick, unruly hair fell over her face, a curtain blocking out everything except the few inches in front of her.
His explanation of the side of him she’d just witnessed had worked to soothe her worries but didn’t prepare her for the heat rushing through her veins as he exposed her thighs and panty-covered butt. A wave of uncomfortable self-awareness sent goosebumps racing across her skin, her breath stalling as her heart skipped a beat waiting for the unknown. Instead of the sharp crack of his hand landing on her vulnerable backside, as she’d expected, her breath exhaled on a whoosh when he explored her buttocks with casual caresses interspersed with tight squeezes.
“Sir?” Avery’s voice quivered with the surprise and uncertainty his light touch produced. She’d expected pain, not the pleasure sweeping through her, never imagining her butt could be such an erogenous zone.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, sugar?”
Grayson squeezed her right cheek, this time a tad harder than before. The discomfort ignited another startling burst of heat that spread to include her pussy. “And a little uncomfortable?” He soothed the throbbing flesh with another caress.
“Yes. But…” Avery struggled to lift her shoulders and turn her head, but he pressed harder on her back, keeping her pinned in place. She wasn’t sure if the blood rushing to her face was because of her dangling position or the surprising thrill his control stirred up.
“Just because it’s new or unexpected doesn’t make it wrong or unacceptable.” He swatted her left cheek, the sudden sting wringing a cry from her throat, the instant warmth drawing a shiver down her spine. “Some women get off on a touch of pain.” The next smack heated and stung her right buttock, leaving behind dual sensations of soft, pulsing flesh. “Even a few on much harsher torment.”
Avery damn near flew off his lap as Master Grayson cupped his hand between her legs and pressed up against her damp flesh. Smugness laced his voice as he said, “You’re wet, which proves you like that small agony. Let’s see how much you can take, shall we?” Nerves skittered under her skin, but embarrassment and curiosity kept her quiet until he demanded a verbal reply in a dark, displeased tone that unnerved her further. “Red or green, Avery. Answer me now.”
She felt his fingers at the waistband of her panties and pictured the way her bared butt would face the open side of the nook and the possibility of others seeing, watching. Her sheath clenched at the image in her head and aching need overruled insecurities and mortification with little thought. “Green, Sir.”
“Excellent.”

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  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 prefer being a 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.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  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 prefer being a 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.

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Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave

Please welcome Sierra Brave to my blog. Today she’s here with her book Bridling Lucy, a paranormal romance with a reluctant but strict dom, a sassy heroine, and horses.

Blurb:

Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn’t have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she’s learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their relationship?
Author’s disclaimer: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)

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Excerpt:

Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens abounded for as far as the eye could see. This would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped. She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all that?” Dory Crane continued driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into sadness and she didn’t want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I attended finishing school together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you even graduate?” She practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of her sons was good friends with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father. Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him? Nothing you learn will make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together while pulling her hands close to her chest.  “I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you, but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of her throat. “Please stop talking.”
“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”
“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”
Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”
Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”
I hit a nerve. Lucy tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you give me his name instead of Craw’s?”
Her mother pressed her lips together. “Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”
“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out refuse Grayson.”
“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”
She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away from her mother’s touch.
“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger, not a towhead.”
Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized crime groups with their Godfathers. Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine. “Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work though I guess my real job will be filled by the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”
“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie. Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep. Stick to the story. You hear me?”
Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out the truth about your crappy husband?”
Dory pointed her boney finger at her again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me, girl.”
“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.
“Good.”
“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My granddaddy? Can I meet him?”
Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked. “Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”
She tightened her closed lips, squinting slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”
Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”

More about Sierra Brave:

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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Freeing Molly by Alyssa Bailey

Oh boy! Another book in Alyssa Bailey’s Cián O’Connor series! Freeing Molly is book two in this series where alpha husbands have been disciplining their naughty wives for three generations.

A sassy wife is the spice of life.

Blurb:

When tragedy hits engaged couple, Molly Rasher and Cián O’Connor, things turn upside down. Molly decides to spend time alone telling neither her family nor Cián where she is or how she is fairing. When the police call for someone to retrieve Molly, she is in desperate need of loving care both tender and strict.
Cián is devastated and irritated with his girl. She is running from her life instead of asking for his help. Finding her is not as difficult as freeing her from the demons in her head, but he is determined nothing will get in his way, not even his girl. He will convince Molly she needs him as much as he needs her and that he will take all comers to keep her safe as they rebuild their life and try to move forward.

Disclaimer: Freeing Molly contains fantasies, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Molly lay naked, her breasts heaving from anticipation as she waited for her lover. Cián emptied his pockets in the bowl on the built-in shelving unit and with great intent, removed his computerized wrist watch, and then his belt. The swishing as the wide leather slid free of its binding loops, called to her unvoiced craving for his dominance. Molly studied his every move, her belly a riot of activity in response to his slow, meticulous movements.
She reached to touch her clit and Cián, without so much as a change of inflection, said, “If you touch your kitty, I will have to punish you and it will be a long time before I let you come, a peata. Don’t be naughty.”
“You called me pet? Does that mean you’re going to play with me? Then please hurry. I’m dying here. I’m going to expire from want.”
“Expire from want?” Cián chuckled. “My, your turn of phrase has gotten exotic in the last two months.”
“Please, Cián, don’t torture me.”
“Patience. Something you have never been good at practicing. We’re going to work on that, aren’t we?”
“I promise, but just not this time. It’s been so long.”
Cián said nothing but continued to remove his shirt, one button at a time while Molly wiggled and squeezed her legs together to find some relief.
“Molly Susanne, if you don’t stop, you’ll earn a spanking before I play and refuse your orgasm. I’m asserting my dominance here, but I want to do it while firing all your rockets, so this is your last warning to practice patience and obedience. Because of that, we are using some protocol today, a ghrá.”
“Sir… okay, sir but if you genuinely love me you will hurry. Sir.”
Cián continued to undress by pulling his tee shirt off and bending down to remove his shoes. Molly was almost coming from the anticipation. She knew that’s what he wanted, for her to sweat. He loved to make her so antsy and needy that all he had to do was touch her and her fireworks began. Finally, his shoes and jeans were off, but he left his briefs on. The swelled package was easy to see, and she felt her mouth salivate at the thought of taking him, inhaling his muskiness, rolling her tongue around his manhood but that didn’t seem to be what Cián wanted right now. No, he wanted to kill her with that stupid patience he said she didn’t display often enough.
The mattress dipped and Cián was beside her. “All the toys are packed but I think I have plenty with what mother nature provided. Do I need to use my belt to tie your hands?”
“No. I can deal with it.”
“That’s my girl.” He dropped a light kiss on her waiting lips.
“Well, maybe you don’t need toys anyway.
“Or maybe we need them more.” She couldn’t control her wiggle as his gaze slid lazily over her face, her breasts, her nipples, causing heat to race up her back.
“I need to reacquaint myself with your beautiful body. It has changed in the last two months. I’m not happy I don’t have a plump bottom to spank but we will remedy that in time.”
“You don’t have to spank me, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, peata. Now no more talking.”

More about Alyssa Bailey

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme. 
If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians. 

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More exciting titles from Alyssa Bailey

Lords and Little Ladies Series:

Lord Thayer’s Choice (Book 1)

Lord Ashton Decides (Book 2)

The Black Laird Demands (Book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:

Saving Sharlee (Book 1)

Chase Abbey Series:

Lord Barrington's Minx (Book 1)

Becoming Lady Barrington (Book 2)

Lady Caroline's Defiance (Book 3)

His Improper Lady (Book 4)

The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story

Her Sweet Complication, Liam O'Connor Book 1

Liam's Lessons, Liam O'Connor Book 2

Loving Liam, Liam O'Connor Book 3

Ciaran and Katherine's Story

His Gentle Persuasion, Ciaran O'Connor Book 1

Rancher's Creed, Ciaran O'Connor Book 2

Katie Consents, Ciaran O'Connor Book 3

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Quinlan's Quest, Quinlan O'Connor Book 1

Accepting His Ways, Quinlan O'Connor Book 2

Her Balancing Act, Quinlan O'Connor Book 3

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Meeting Her Needs, Kelli O’Connor Book 1

Kissing Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 2

Keeping Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 3

Cián and Molly’s Story

In Pursuit of Molly

Ties That Bind, (Risque Club, book 3) by Poppy Flynn

The third book in Poppy Flynn’s Club Risqué series is on sale now. Ties That Bind has just been released this month. To go with this new release, book 1 in the series, Fool’s Desire, is currently on sale at 99¢ (click on the title to buy the book).

Blurb:

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan Thornton.
Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.
But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/S relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already has?
Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

Disclaimer: This steamy romance contains fantasy themes, including graphic sexual scenes, and BDSM-power exchanges, suitable for mature audiences only. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"I'm going to make love to you, with or without," he told her in a low voice. "But if you really don't like this, I'll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it's gone."
It was Luanna's turn to take a leap of faith. He'd taken her by surprise, but she didn't hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.
Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan's eyes, but still, he gave her another out. "Are you certain?"
Luanna nodded again.
Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. "I won't do anything unexpected," he promised her. "I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?"
Luanna's breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.
Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna's bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He'd bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.
Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.
The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

More about Poppy Flynn
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parent’s encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."

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Jade, Dark Assassins book 4 by Valerie Ullmer

Valerie Ullmer joins me today with Jade, Dark Assassins book 4.

Blurb:

Jade never wanted a mate.  She loved being an assassin and she had a family in her fellow assassins, their mates, and little Silas.  She truly had everything she needed.  But when Ghost assigned her to track the same immortals who tried to kill Xander’s family, she couldn’t refuse. 
But the complication arises when Ghost requests she partner with Noah, a human and ex-special forces soldier.  Jade has never worked with a human before, much less one that hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her.  But she was a professional and if she could play a part in destroying the immortals who threatened her family, she could accept the human.  If only she knew how to fight her attraction to him.
All Noah Hale wanted was to kill the immortals who lured his best friend and fellow ex-Navy SEAL to his death.  He had no desire to be teamed with a beautiful tracker who mesmerized him the moment she turned her emerald eyes his way.  But in order to stop other soldiers from pursuing the same fate, he needed to swallow his pride and work with a group of immortals he didn’t trust.
As Jade and Noah track the group of shifters through the mountains of Colorado, the danger lurking around every corner threatens everything they both hold close.  Will they be able to find a way through, together?+

Disclaimer: Jade is intended for mature readers, ages 18+. It includes sexually explicit scenes.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Jade caught a scent of a human as she entered the fourteen-story building in downtown Snowfall.  It wasn’t just any human scent, but something that made all of her instincts flare.  She knew that she’d never caught this particular scent before, but something told her that this human might be important to her.  She tried to brush it off as quickly as the thought came, but she couldn’t find it coincidental she smelled it in the same steel building owned by Ghost and housed the headquarters of Dark Company.
As she dismissed the fleeting thought of searching for the scent, her heart thumped once, hard, in her chest at the thought of not finding its owner.  She forced herself to walk toward the elevator bank, ignoring the unwanted perusals she received from the men in the lobby.  Even in an unassuming hoodie and black yoga pants, she drew unwanted attention.  A side effect of being an immortal.
The elevator opened as soon as she pressed the up-button and she kept her gaze down as she walked into the elevator.  She entered the code to get to Ghost’s private floor, her movements too quick to be caught by the human eye, before she squeezed into the corner.  Jade used her other senses as three men in suits and two women entered the enclosed space with her.  There was no need to glance at the glass interior that covered the back wall to see what she looked like.
She sensed eyes on her. Instead of searching out the gaze, she whipped her long, straight dyed black hair into a bun on the back of her head with quick movements before sneaking her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie.
Jade waited patiently as the car traveled toward the penthouse, her ultimate destination, but she couldn’t help but try to find the intriguing scent from earlier.
After my meeting.

All she knew was he hadn’t used the particular elevator she was in and the higher the lift took her in the building, the more his scent dissipated.
In her entire existence, or what she remembered of it, she’d never been attracted to…anyone.  She’d never felt the pull to find someone either.  But lately, she’d felt increasingly restless whenever she had any downtime and her skin tingled in a way that had nothing to do with signaling immediate danger. It was as though her body tried to convey something she didn’t understand.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a man who had gotten into the elevator with her on the first floor stepped into her personal space.
“Hey, beautiful?”
Jade rolled her eyes and raised her head to glare at the man.  Of course, he wouldn’t take the hint that she wanted to be left alone. To emphasize the point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, moving away from his intrusion.
The man decided to take this as an invitation and moved to wrap his arm around her waist.  The move gave her a clear shot to his ribs and she took it, gently moving her elbow back and making contact.  She flinched when she heard a distinctive crack, realizing she hadn’t been careful enough.  Before she could apologize, the elevator door opened and he ran off without looking back, holding onto his side.
She sighed.

More about Valerie Ullmer

Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic romances. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.

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Life imitating art

I’m a worrier. I worry about social injustice, climate change, animal cruelty, racism, child poverty…the list goes on.

One of these issues seems to crop up in every book I write, either directly or indirectly.

The basic premise of His Land, His Law was inspired by days of wonderful hiking in the forests of Salt Spring Island (one of Canada’s Gulf Islands). His Land, His Law is about competing claims on an important tract of forest. Both of the main characters have indigenous roots (Luke is 1/8th Tsawout and Cara is 1/8th Inuit). She wants to save the forest, he wants to reap the material wealth that would come with its destruction.

When they confront each other, there is major conflict which, of course, is resolved by the end of the book.

One of my main pleasures in writing is being able to give stories a Happily Ever After (HEA) ending. You know, the thing that happens far too infrequently in real-life.

The Gulf Islands have seen many chainsaw conflicts. Now, four and half months after the release of His Land, His Law, a new one has arisen:

First Nations at odds over logging of reserve land on Saturna Island.

As the article concludes, the decisions about whether to log or not are never easy, like a lot of environmental and social issues. Economics and preservation will always be at odds.

That doesn’t mean we should hide from the hard choices. So I touch on them gently in my novels, in the hope that visualizing a HEA might be one step closer to finding one.

What do you worry about? If you could have a single HEA today, what would it look, smell, and taste like?

Clear-cut on Tseycum and Tsawout First Nation lands on Saturna Island. Photograph by Nick Claxton.

Clear-cut on Tseycum and Tsawout First Nation lands on Saturna Island. Photograph by Nick Claxton.