Forbidden (A Dark Necessities Prequel book 3) by Felicity Brandon

Are you looking for a hot book? Look no further - Maggie Ryan has a recommendation for you: “Truly a fantastic journey you won't want to miss.” From her review of Forbidden by Felicity Brandon. This is book 3 in the Dark Necessities prequel series.

Nobody survives Ethan Reilly…

Blurb:

Once upon a time, I was a monster.
A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.
And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End. 
Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.
Disclaimer: Forbidden contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s condoning or endorsing any of the activities depicted.

Universal Buy link:  http://mybook.to/Forbidden

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46761314-forbidden

Excerpt

Ethan’s cock throbbed with need at the way Lily responded to his decision. Her already flaming cheeks seemed to blush harder and her breaths were coming out in short pants. He threw her a smile as he closed the drawer and made his way back to the bed clutching his choice of implements. As his shins hit the side of the covers, he tossed them down, just a few inches from Lily’s head.
She lifted her gaze, eyeing all three with obvious suspicion.
“So, my naughty wife prefers the paddle, does she?” he asked, for some reason still talking about Lily in the third person even though she was right there on her knees in front of him. There was just something about the deed, somehow it seemed to objectify Lily further—an objective they both wanted him to achieve.
“Does that mean I should use it first or last?”
Lily’s wide eyes met his gaze. “Sir?”
He didn’t have to look into her thoughts to see the panic swelling in her now, Lily’s body language was giving it away effortlessly and his erection grew as a direct result. After all this time, that flicker of fear in Lily’s gaze still made him hard. But then Ethan guessed some things would never change.
“Never mind,” he told her with a smile. “I have decided to be kind and save the best until last for you.”
She gasped, probably uncertain if that was a kindness or not, but wisely, Lily said nothing. Ethan reached forward, selecting the thin cane from just beyond her nose and holding it up for inspection. It had been a very long time since he’d last caned Lily, but based on the huffing and puffing that was coming from her, she hadn’t forgotten its keen bite.
“Oh God!”
The words left her lips in a rushed breath and Ethan knew how much effort it was taking for Lily to remain in position for him. Every instinct in her body was telling her to get up and run for the door.
“But you’re not going to run, are you, Lily?”
She pressed her palms down in front of her, as though she needed to ground herself. “No, sir,” she promised. “But please. I hate that thing.”
Ethan lowered the cane and moved toward her. “Hate is a strong word, little one,” he replied in a soft voice. “You may not like it, but do you deserve it?”
Lily screwed her face up. “Maybe, sir, but—”
He lifted the cane above her prone arse as her protest began, bringing it down swiftly across both helpless cheeks and ending her sentence.
She leapt from the bed at the impact, yelling out into the covers as she buried her face in them.
“There will be no excuses, Lily.” Ethan’s voice was little more than a growl as he tilted his head to assess the mark the implement had made against her pale skin. “You will kneel there and take your punishment like a good girl. Got it?”
Lily lifted her head, blinking away tears as she answered. “Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”
Ethan nodded. “Good. Six strokes of the cane then?”
He presented it as a question, though he didn’t know why. Lily’s fate was already sealed.
“Six more, sir?” she whined.
“Absolutely, six more,” he repeated. “That first one was just a warning about what happens when we don’t accept our punishment.”
She pressed her face back into the covers at that and Ethan smiled. It was such an ironic sentiment coming from a man like him—a man who had successfully dodged his punishment for decades. Inching forward he raised the cane over her vulnerable backside.
“You’re going to thank me for each strike, Mrs. Reilly,” he told her. “And then, once we’re finished with the cane, you can tell me what you’re being punished for.”
Lily sniffed, twisting her head at the news. “Yes, sir,” she mewled.
Ethan swatted her with the cane again, and this time he did it with real force. He watched with satisfaction as Lily’s fingers clawed at their bedding, but somehow, she swallowed down the pain. Ethan smiled. He was almost proud of her.
She lifted her head. “Thank you, sir,” she managed, although Ethan could tell it was killing her to have to say the words.
“You’re welcome,” he replied happily. “That was one.”
He landed the next strike a little lower than the first and this time she squealed.
”Damn it, Ethan! That hurts so much!”
“Good,” he told her sternly. “I want it to bloody hurt, Lily. I want you to remember why it hurts every time you try and sit down.”
She inhaled at that, the defiance radiating from her body. “Thank you, sir.”
That was said between gritted teeth, but still, she had said it. That’s what counted. Ethan could work on getting her to mean it as they went.
“That’s two, Lily. Brace yourself.”
Lily’s cheeks tensed at his command and Ethan wanted to chuckle.
“Not like that,” he chided, tapping her cheeks with the end of the cane. “Relax those cheeks and just be ready.”
She panted again, and in Lily’s thoughts Ethan caught a myriad of complaints, but he ignored them, instead lining up his next shot. He aimed for the place her thighs met by delicious arse, and this time Lily jumped clear from the bed at the hurt.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she yelped, reaching around to claw at the punished area.
“Get those hands away,” he barked. “You know better than that, Lily!”
He ensured he locked gazes with her and Lily bit her lip in shame as she withdrew her palms. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpered. “But it’s too much.”
No, it’s not, his thoughts told her. It’s not even close to being too much, sweetheart.
Watery eyes blinked at him.
Accept your fate or I will be harder on you.
It took a moment, but Ethan saw the moment she ceded the point. Her shoulders slumped, her head falling forward again.
“Better,” he praised. “Now, thank me and then you can tell me how many strikes you have left.”
Lily shifted her head miserably. “Thank you, sir,” she mumbled. “There are three to go.”
Though God knows how I’ll get through them.
“You’ll get through them,” Ethan said with a smile. “You’ll get through all of it, and do you know why, little girl?”
Lily’s gaze had the temerity to narrow at that. “Because I deserve it, sir.”
“Right,” he replied. “Now spread those legs and get ready. The last three are coming hard and fast.”

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Captive Heart (Club Risqué book 6) by Poppy Flynn

Please welcome back Poppy Flynn with Captive Heart, book 6 in the Club Risqué series.

Blurb: What is a psychologist supposed to do when a bruised and battered woman literally falls at his feet, unconscious, right outside the BDSM club where he is the manager? Micah Flynn is torn. He feels drawn to Melody and wants to protect her from the horror she has escaped from. The trouble is he’s well aware that he has a bit of a saviour complex and is not convinced about Melody’s motivation, either.
Melody has been held in captivity for years. When she finally manages to escape, she offers herself to Micah as his slave because being a slave is the only thing she knows how to be. Haunted by his past, the last thing in the world Micah wants is a Master/slave relationship, but reluctantly, he takes on the role of Master, in name only, until Melody is able to think for herself and stand on her own two feet.
Melody’s feelings for Micah grow as he shows her the first true glimpses of human kindness and respect. The trouble is Micah insists that her feelings for him are simply born of gratitude and refuses her advances in the moral belief he would be taking advantage of her.
Is it possible for the two of them to make the transition from slave...to love??And what will happen if Melody’s captor discovers where she is?

Publisher's Note: Captive Heart contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Some kind of sixth sense had a harsh shudder quaking down her back, so powerful that it had her spinning around to check behind her.
She let out an involuntary shriek and reflexively jumped away from the outstretched arm that was poised to grab hold of her. The yelp caused a couple of people close by to turn around, maybe in the expectation of finding another scene being played out close by. Whatever the reason, it was enough to make her would-be assailant pause. Melody stumbled backward, flustered and lost, her heart pounding from the fear and the knowledge that someone had been about to seize her.
Dear God! She surely must be wrong! She carried on backing up regardless, her hand on the wall to steady herself, but as her eyes raised to seek out the guy, so she could keep her eyes on him and his movements, she realised with a crushing apprehension that her initial suspicions had been right. Alarm bells started going off in her head almost before her brain managed to comprehend what she was seeing; there was a deafening roar of white noise in her ears which drowned out everything around her and screamed at her to run.
Sheer panic besieged her senses. Her fight or flight reaction kicked in and everything around her sharpened. She knew the layout of this club intimately from the time she had spent cleaning up when the place was empty. The obscure entrance to the restricted upper tier was behind her and to the left. There was thumb print technology which Micah had scanned her into so she could move about easily to clear up after club nights; all she had to do was get over there and through the doors, and this creep would not be able to follow. If he did, there were dungeon monitors who could help her.
Hardly daring to take her eyes off of her pursuer, Melody flicked her gaze hastily across the room to judge the exact trajectory and the density of the crowd, then, without giving herself away, she whirled around and flew across the room, oblivious to anyone and anything except her desperate objective of escaping behind the safety of the electronic security doors.
Drinks spilled, and people cursed. Someone tried to grab her arm, but panic made her strong and she shook them off. Most jumped to get out of her way as she barged past, skidding to a halt, her arm already outstretched to make immediate contact with the thumb plate.
She looked behind her as she waited frantically for the mechanism to disengage. Melody found her eyes drawn, as if by some terrifying magnetism, toward a squat, heavy set body with a square face, unkempt, lanky hair and a dense moustache. Mean black eyes full of malevolence bored into her as he made his way unerringly across the floor in her wake. Melody's eyes widened as he drew inexorably closer and her whole body trembled with fear.

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 parents’ 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.” Poppy x

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Cameron & Rylan, A Chance Meeting series book 1 by Valerie Ullmer

And now for something completely different. Valerie Ullmer brings us Cameron & Rylan (A Chance Meeting Novel Book One), a male-male romance.

Blurb:

Cameron Hayes believed himself to be a dedicated friend and a good son but destined to be alone.  Because in his twenty-one years, he’d never fallen for anyone.  Dating never appealed to him when he would rather spend a night at home.  Despite his friend’s best intentions for Cameron to find a hookup for the night, he stayed at the bar as he nursed a beer.  And that’s when Cameron spotted him and everything he knew evaporated with one look.
Rylan.Ellis wanted one night out without complications.  To forget about his overwhelming responsibilities and stress at home.  He loved to lose himself in the music and ignore everyone around him.  But when he happened a glance at the bar and spotted the tall, broad, and sexy-as-sin man, he felt drawn to him.
Soon, Cameron and Rylan learn about each other and establish their lives together.  They also have to deal with a group of well-meaning friends, loving parents, and unexpected friendships.  But most of all, a dangerous threat that could tear their lives apart.
Will a chance meeting turn into something more?
Disclaimer: Cameron & Rylan contains heavy attraction at first sight and first-time gay sex between two men. It contains sexually explicit scenes that are intended for adults, age 18+.
There is no cheating or cliffhanger ending. It includes an HEA.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Are you okay?”
Rylan swallowed at Cameron’s concern and nodded.  “Are you sure you still want me to move in?”  The look of concern on Cameron’s face made his throat feel tight.
“I want you safe but more than that, I want you in my life.  I still want you very much to move in with me.”
“Yes to both.  I… I want that.”
Cameron’s gaze dropped to his mouth and paused for a long minute before he met Rylan’s gaze.  “Can I kiss you?”
Oh, yes, please.
Unable to force the words past his throat, he nodded instead.
Rylan not knowing what to expect, couldn’t prevent the shiver when Cameron cupped his face.  He moaned aloud when Cameron’s lips grazed over his lower one.  Cameron took his time exploring, searching and yet not deepening the kiss as he passed over Rylan’s lips with his own.
“Rylan,” Cameron breathed.
“Please.”
That one word was all it took.
“I’ve wanted nothing more.”  Cameron tilted his mouth as he pressed their lips together, causing Rylan’s entire world to tilt on its axis.
Rylan gripped Cameron’s hips tighter in his hold, pulling him closer, as Cameron slid his tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for permission to enter.  Rylan eagerly opened, savoring the taste of peppermint and black coffee as Cameron deepened the kiss and stole Rylan’s breath in the same moment.
When they broke off and dragged in deep breaths, Cameron moved his lips behind his ear before he explored Rylan’s neck.  Rylan tilted his head back, giving him access and drawing sensations from his untried body that left him throbbing.
Rylan never knew his neck and the area behind his ear would turn him into mush.  He bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping his throat, but Cameron bit his earlobe and spoke.
“Let me hear you.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Now you know how I felt the moment I spotted you on the dance floor.  For me, that’s saying something.”
Before Rylan could form a thought to reply, Cameron moved his mouth over Rylan’s and he lost himself to the sensations that shivered throughout his body.  Cameron’s growl absorbed his moan as he deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to his hard body.
Rylan’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to keep his eyes on the sexy-as-sin sight of Cameron’s flushed face.  The kiss turned into an inferno and Rylan could feel his cock swelling in his sweats and he knew if Cameron stepped closer, he would experience Rylan’s excitement first hand.
He opened for Cameron’s exploration and instead of the intense sensations of an aggressive kiss, Cameron’s slowed his movements as his tongue explored him until he was panting and all thoughts disappeared.  There were only the sensations Cameron drew from him.

More about Valerie Ullmer:

Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. 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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Fallen by Felicity Brandon

If you’ve tasted the Dark Necessities series by Felicity Brandon, you’ll want to one-click Fallen right away. It’s book two in the Prequel series.

She should have run while she had the chance…

Blurb:

Lily Simpson escapes, leaving her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into his dangerous web of power and surrender (switch to submission).
When they travel north, their desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend, everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to escape Ethan’s clutches?
Suspenseful, thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced psychological, dark romance will haunt you.

Disclaimer: Fallen contains sensual scenes including spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen

How about some sexy snippets before we get to the excerpt?

  • Free was a relative concept when you belonged to Ethan Reilly.

  • There was the contradiction—her man was part paramour and part monster—and she could never keep up with whom she was in bed with.

  • He couldn’t have her love by making her his prisoner, but fuck, it was tempting.
    Too tempting.

  • And if it came to it, Ethan knew he could damn well try.

  • “Stop it, Ethan,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me.”
    His cock roused at the way she made that sound. “But you like it when I make it hurt, baby,” he whispered. “I know you do.”

And now for a bigger slice of this delectable pie, an excerpt:

Whoever had said fruit was good for you was absolutely right, and as he watched the end of the banana slip into Lily’s tight little cunt for the sixth and seventh times, Ethan wanted to growl with delight. It was almost worth having been locked in the cellar yesterday; all the angst as he broke his way out, and all the work he’d have to achieve to tidy and replace the door—just for this—this moment where he could bind, gag and torment his little angel with the tip of his breakfast.
Her mind was still full of complaints for the intrusion, but Ethan just smiled at them. Lily forgot that it wasn’t only her mind he had access to, but her body as well, and although he could sense the tension in her hips as she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep them in place for the fruit, he could also see the way her nipples had hardened to small points again, and how rapidly her breaths were coming in and out of her flared nostrils. Lily was loving being fucked by the banana—however much she wanted to protest the point.
“Lily, you are so fucking fabulous,” he praised, unable to control himself as he withdrew the end of the fruit from her pussy again.
Her knees splayed for him, and in what he assumed was an unthinking gesture, Lily pushed her hips up toward him. He eyed her pink, swollen flesh hungrily. Fuck, he wanted to go down on her right at that moment, and see how fantastic she tasted now that she’d been invaded by his healthy breakfast, but he couldn’t—not yet. First, Ethan needed to torture her just a little but more. Holding the banana in his hand, he lifted it aloft, so Lily was able to eye it from her place bound to the bed.
“My, my, my, little lady,” he said with a grin. “Look at all those hot, slick juices over my morning fruit.”
Ethan shot her a filthy smile, and he licked his lips as he drew the banana closer to his face, taking in the scent of her sex as it approached. Lily panted in response, her face flaming with her obvious shame, but he could also sense how excited she was, and how enthralling she was finding the show he was putting on for her.
“I wonder how much better it tastes now?” he asked aloud as his gaze fell to the fruit again.
And then, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—he brought the banana to his lips, taking a large bite of the end that he’d fucked Lily with. The taste of her arousal flooded the back of his throat as he chewed on the fruit, and Ethan’s free hand slid to his desperate erection out of instinct. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get inside her. He had planned on starting by eating her sweet pussy, but since they had all day, he didn’t see any problem with taking what belonged to him again first. There would still be ample time to play the game of pleasure and denial.
He took another huge bite of the fruit. This piece hadn’t really been inside her, but just the look of horrified embarrassment on Lily’s face made the gesture worthwhile. Then, tossing the remaining piece aside, he lunged for her scintillating body, landing in a press up position between her legs.
“I need to have you.” His voice was like a throaty whisper, and she eyed him with desire as he positioned his cock against her sodden entrance.
“Ohhh!”
Lily called out against the gag as he plunged his hard shaft inside her. He’d wanted to take his time; to show restraint, but tormenting her had been even more fun than Ethan had imagined, and now his passion seemed a living, breathing thing of its own. And its hunger was urgent and consuming. Beneath him, Lily splayed herself still wider, showing her willingness to welcome his intrusion despite the ball between her teeth and the ropes at her wrists. Staring down into those green eyes, he saw the fire burning in her gaze—she wanted him as much as he wanted her—and even though this was supposed to be a punishment, her consent made him feel like a fucking king.

Forever Molly by Alyssa Bailey

Have you fallen in love with Alyssa Bailey’s Cián and Molly O’Conner? Then you’ll want to catch book 3 in the series, Forever Molly.

The spice of life is a sassy wife.

Blurb: Molly O’Connor loves solving a mystery and this one is enticing. When things get out of control and goes from a little fun to horse thefts, assaults, kidnapping, and even murder, Cián puts his foot down. Molly thinks she has it under control until it’s too late, putting herself and her family in danger. It will take help from the entire O’Connor clan along with some special friends to ensure the young couple’s forever isn’t over before it begins.

Disclaimer: Forever Molly is a sweet contemporary romance intended for adults only. Spankings of adult women represented in the book are fantasies only, suitable for a mature audience only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Slap and tickle, that was what got Cián off, but he didn’t need it to enjoy time with his girl. Watching his Molly as she returned to the earth made him grin with his own satisfaction. She released her fireworks just seconds before he gave her permission. That was his miscalculation and not her fault. He wouldn’t penalize her for it but the look on her face told him it might be fun to play it out a little.
“Did you have permission, aingeal?”
“Cián, I can only last so long. I tried to hold off… I told you,” Cián quirked his brow. “No sir, you didn’t give me permission.”
He leaned down and kissed her lips, sliding his hands along her sides, settling them on her hips as he seated his cock deep. “No, I did not. What should I do now?”
“Make love to me?” her hopeful tone made him groan. He’d missed this playful Molly.
“You are asking me to reward your naughtiness,” he said as he kissed her neck. His lips worked their way back to her breasts as he remained crouched over her, his body caging hers.
“But I could make it incredible for you,” she smiled, trying to be alluring. She wiggled her bottom, drawing a groan from his own lips.
“If I allow it, there will be rules. You need to follow my instructions. If I let you have any freedoms, that is,” he admonished her in mock severity.
“I will listen, but you have to let me touch you.”
“Demanding?”
“Negotiating.”
Cián burst out laughing. “You’re a fast learner. I accept your terms.”
His head lowered to capture her lips, drawing out the sweet goodness as she wrapped her legs around his middle and drew him tighter to her.
“Cián, stop tormenting me,” Molly begged. Her whimper sent his staff into a near cramp.
His spoke next to her ear, low, deep, demanding. “Who says when it’s time?”
“Can’t it be me? Please come inside to play.”
“Oh, aingeal this is no longer play.” He re-entered her hard.

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.
She loves series and finds she is expanding her horizons and comfort zone with every new book. Sometimes, suspense and mystery stirs the plot. HEA’s are her passion.
Note about penning this book:

This last trilogy and especially the last book was difficult for me. I have grown as an author during the writing of the O’Connors. If you start from the beginning, with Liam and Jocelyn, you will not only follow the progression of the family storyline but the story of my writing.
There were plenty of ups and downs and growing pains but at the end of the day, like the O’Connors, I like where I am. And like them, the next generation is in full swing and their third generation is beginning to find love as I am beginning to spread my own wings to spaces and places I never thought to go.

I hope you have fallen in love with the O’Connors. Would you like to know of other new and wonderful places my writing might take us?


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More exciting titles from Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books can be found on her Amazon author page here: Alyssa Bailey

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Here are quick links the rest in the Cián O’Connor series:

In Pursuit of Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 1

Freeing Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 2

Forever Molly, Cián O’Connor Book3

Submitting to the Lawyer by BJ Wane

BJ Wane had done it again – written another hot romance that is collecting rave reviews. Submitting to the Lawyer Cowboy Doms book 4) is getting praise like “Loved, loved, loved this book and now I want another one!!!” and “It’s chock full of suspense, mystery, BDSM activity, and everything I hope to find in a book of this genre. It’s very well written and entertaining from start to finish.”

Blurb:

Will they both let their reluctance to admit they want more from the other cost them everything?
Nan Meyers returns to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman, ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother. For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away has stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.
Dan Shylock greets the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief. After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him. Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirs up his suspicions, and when she reveals hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kick into high gear.
As Dan slowly coaxes Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface. But before either can come to terms with how they feel, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan has been experiencing almost costs her her life. Will Dan get there in time to save her?
This is book four in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: Submitting to the Lawyer is a steamy, contemporary Western romance which contains elements of ménage, mystery, suspense, and power exchange. Ages 18+

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Nan landed belly down across Dan’s hard, denim-covered thighs, a position she’d been in countless times before, and yet still felt new, scary and exciting all at once.  She braced for the pain, praying for that hedonistic thrill instead of fear.  His calloused palm glided over her buttocks left exposed by the thong, and she soaked up the pleasant sensations his touch stirred up.  Low voices echoed around them, mingling with laughter, the music and the sounds of play resonating from the loft.  She wasn’t alone, or in the dark, the exhibitionism releasing a familiar sweep of excitement to tease her senses.
A light swat stung her right cheek, drawing a gasp at the sudden sting.  He didn’t pause before delivering a matching smack on the left, and tears pricked her eyes at the rush of pleasure from the soft ache.  “Tell me about last night.”  Two more identical spanks landed on top of the first ones, still light enough to warm with a here-then-gone sting.  “What frightened you, a nightmare?”
Nan shook her head, grasping the chair leg for added support as he delivered a harder swat in the center of her butt.  “I woke up, and the lights were out,” she blurted, needing him to continue but stopping short of admitting she was sure she’d left them on.  She should have remembered how astute he was.  Two much harder smacks jiggled her globes, the painful burn spreading to her pussy.  Yes!  The urge to crow in delight at the return of her usual response to pain was difficult to suppress, but she recalled how fast that pleasure changed last week and held herself back.
“Common sense tells me if you fear the dark due to your trauma, you would not have forgotten to leave lights on before going to bed.”  Dan aimed for the under curve of her buttocks next, putting more force behind the spanks, enough to push her forward on his lap.
Nan trembled as he paused to inch a finger under the thong and trace over her puffy labia, his touch on the sensitive flesh setting off sparks deep inside her core.  She’d almost forgotten the pleasure of a burning backside, of picturing others eyeing her red, quivering butt, of lying face down throbbing for more.  With a low moan, she shifted on his lap, the pressure of her mound against his rigid muscles sending another blaze of heat spiraling through her. 
With a low curse, Dan pulled back and blistered her buttocks with a rapid volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard, stopping only to brush his hand across her throbbing flesh before resuming again.  “You were frightened, awakening to the dark, with no explanation for the lights being out.  Correct?”
“Yes!” she cried out, using every ounce of her concentration and control to fight back the ever-present fear waiting to ruin this blissful torment that was the complete opposite of what Gerard had subjected her to.  It hovered, right there, on the very edge of her conscience, with small flashbacks to that dank cellar. But this time, Master Dan’s deep, commanding voice kept her rooted in the here and now, held her enthralled with the slow build-up of pain and a hint of pleasure pushing its way through. 

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.

Friends With Benefits by Poppy Flynn

Are you looking for a hot new book for the weekend? Friends With Benefits by Poppy Flynn has just been released. This is book 5 in the Club Risqué series. As the series name suggests, it’s not for the vanilla reader.

“You can’t change somebody else’s feelings for you…well, you can make them hate you, but you can’t make them love you.”

Blurb:

When she'd been young and naïve and had foolishly believed that wishing on stars would be enough to grant her deepest desires, Trinity had spent years in a 'non' relationship as a 'friend with benefits,' believing that Christian would one day be ready to make things official. But reality reared its ugly head, and instead, he broke her heart when he told her he wanted to move on with someone else.
With both his business and personal life out of control and disintegrating around him, Christian had been completely up front and honest about the fact he didn't have the time or the effort to dedicate to a relationship, and Trinity had insisted she understood and accepted the situation, only to be blindsided when he revealed that he'd fallen in love with someone else.
Years later and eons wiser, they find each other again, but can things be any different the second time around?
Publisher's Note: Friends With Benefits is a contemporary second chance romance contains a theme of power exchange as well as graphic scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read the book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

The kiss turned passionate and incendiary. Christian tightened his hand in her hair and kept her head immobilized while he devoured her mouth, his tongue plundering and demanding. Conquering. He bit at her lips and then soothed with his tongue, he nipped at her jaw and again behind her ear before finding his way back to her mouth and continuing his passionate onslaught. He ground his pelvis into her softness and Taryn whimpered, seeking to rub at the ache of her own desire in an effort to ease the aching need she felt.
She was ready to climb up and clamber all over him when he finally broke the kiss. “Goddamn it, this isn’t right Tara, he groaned, his voice catching. “I want you. And God knows, I really need somebody right now, but I don’t have anything to offer in the way of a relationship, because the truth is that I’m so wrung out from Dad’s death that there’s nothing left to give.”
He heaved a tortured sigh and started to disentangle himself from her. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. I just want to feel close to someone physically, I need to remember that I’m still alive, but that’s no excuse for mauling you like I’ve turned into some kind of rabid animal.”
He sucked in a shuddering breath. “Forgive me, Tara, I shouldn’t have done this to you,” he whispered. “I’ll let myself out and go and find someone who knows the score. I hope I haven’t ruined your birthday for you,” he finished soberly, his forehead pressed against her own and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Taryn wasn’t sure which emotion hit her the hardest. The fact that he had come so close to making all her lustful fantasies come true, the fact that he wanted no strings sex without any kind of relationship, or the fact that he was about to go out and find someone else to sate those heartfelt needs. She even overlooked the fact that he continued to call her Tara.
Ultimately, it was the thought of Christian with another woman that spurned her into making a choice that would end up having repercussions on her life for many years to come. The idea of him loosing himself in another woman’s body, even if it was just a temporary interlude of meaningless sex, had the green-eyed monster inside of her rearing its ugly head and messing with her brain so much that she just couldn’t see past it.
“The only thing that will ruin this birthday is if you walk out of that door after twisting me up like that, only to leave me hanging,” she panted. He looked like he might argue, but Taryn ploughed on. “I know what’s going on in your life better than anybody else on this earth. I know exactly what you’re having to deal with both on a business and on a personal level. I understand all of the restrictions on your time and all of the constraints on your allegiances and I have first-hand knowledge of the entire depth of your commitments. I already live with them, Christian. I’ve lived with them for almost the past two years and I’ve been your escort for the past nine months because I understand all of those reasons. You’re my closest friend Christian, and anything which is within my power to grant, I will do for you and if that includes being a warm body in your bed so that you can lose yourself for a little while, then I’ll do that too.”
Christian was quiet for the longest time and the silence was becoming so drawn out it was getting awkward.
Finally, Taryn took a step away from him and tried to surreptitiously blink away the tears that were starting to prickle behind her eyes.
“I guess it’s my turn to apologize now,” she said stiffly, turning toward the front door to open it for him. “I didn’t mean to overstep the mark.” The words faltered, and she cleared her throat when they came out as more of a croak. “I hope this won’t affect our friendship.”
But it would, wouldn’t it. How could it not?
Taryn had just reached out to turn the door handle when there was a flurry of movement behind her and, in the next second, she was whirled around so fast that her head spun and Christian had her pinned against the smooth wood of the door, his hard body pressing into hers and his breath hot in her ear.
“You need to be sure about that, Taryn. Because if we do this, then there’s no turning back and I’m just selfish and desperate enough, right now, to take that gift and keep it and use it over and over again. Not just tonight, but tomorrow night, and next week, and next month. This won’t just be a one-night thing sweetheart.”
Taryn’s heart almost beat out of her chest as he offered as close to what she wanted as she was ever going to get…for now at least. The fact that he wanted more than a one-night stand had her heart and her hopes soaring. It was a start. Maybe not ideal, but enough for now. His pain would heal in time and his mother would become less clingy and dependent. The company business would be less demanding once everything settled down again and Christian would gradually get his life back. She could be patient and she was already prepared to wait. She’d been waiting all this time, after all, with much less to show for it than a physical relationship.
She was a virgin and she wanted her first time to be with someone she loved. She didn’t think she would ever love anyone except Christian.
And he had remembered to call her Taryn. Of all the cautions and concerns he had warned her of, that was what she took away with her. That was what stuck in her mind because it must surely be a sign.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life,” she whispered against his lips.

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 parents’ 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." 
Poppy x

Connect with Poppy Flynn:

Amazon Author Page

Website: https://www.poppyflynnsaucyauthor.com

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/clubrisque1/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PoppyFlynn1

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/poppyflynnbooks/

No Regrets by Pippa Greathouse

Have you been waiting for book 3 in the Strasburg, The New Generation series? The wait is over, No Regrets is live now!

"If you marry me, I'll want you in my house, in my life, and in my bed."

Blurb:
Lizzie has known and loved Thomas all her life. But they are at an impasse. Neither of her brothers are willing to run Pembroke in her parents' absence, and it has fallen to her. When he gives her his mandate, she is heartbroken. It seems there is nothing they can agree upon.
Thomas is ready to marry. Lizzie is not. Can they have a future together at all? When she is called to the deathbed of a family acquaintance the day after Christmas, her wrists are clasped and she is pulled closer. The woman stares into her face and says, "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm so sorry." And the woman dies, right in front of her. Suddenly, Lizzie finds her life complicated beyond belief as she realizes she's the sole heir of yet another estate, one inhabited by a 'familiar.'
Thomas is there, although he has no idea if there is a future for them. He's her strength, her rock, and her encourager.
And Lizzie wonders if she'll ever be able to dispel the regrets that plague her.

Publisher's Note: No Regrets is an action-packed, sweet, historical romantic mystery contains a theme of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Lizzie turned to face Thomas, furious. "It's my house, and I have every right to leave it if someone is in danger. I honestly thought it might be you!"
"I'm a grown man, Lizzie. I can take care of myself. And how is it James let you out? I left him with instructions to keep you inside."
"He tried to stop me, but he couldn't. It's not his fault."
He rolled his eyes. "Good Lord. I take my eyes off you for one single moment—"
"You don't own me, Thomas," Lizzie snapped, her hands on her hips, and faced him.
Large hands gripped her waist, and a moment later, she found herself thrown over his shoulder. A hard hand delivered an even harder swat to her bottom.
Her head came up at the swat. "Oh! How dare you, Thomas! Put me down!"
"When I'm ready. And at the end of the day, you should know you've earned a spanking,

and I'll be the one to give it. Keep that in mind throughout the afternoon. Especially if you're tempted to disobey my orders again."

More about Pippa Greathouse

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment? To write a short story and read it aloud to the class.
Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.
Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances!  Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)
One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it.”

Connect with Pippa Greathouse

Email: pippagreathouse@gmail.com

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Pippa-Greathouse/e/B01MY1AWFG/

Website: www.pippagreathouse.com

Facebook Author page: www.facebook.com/pippagreathouse

Twitter: @PippaG6

Bookbub: www.bookbub.com/profile/pippa-greathouse

Here are a few more of the many exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse:

Double-Takes (book 1in the Pike’s Bluff Series

The Strasburg Chronicles (5 Book Series)

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one

Merrie’s Hero: Book two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four

Macie’s War: Book five

Standalone Time Travel Romance

Time for Change

Strasburg, the New Generation

Judging Cicely

Katie’s Maverick

Submitting to the Cowboy by BJ Wane

Ever since BJ Wane’s Submitting to the Cowboy (Cowboy Doms book 3) was released in April, readers have been raving about it.

When he can no longer resist the temptation to make her his in every way, will it cost him the one person he cherishes above all others?

BLURB:

Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near.  Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.
Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face.  He’d been looking after the neighbor girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now that she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction.  He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.
But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him.  When he learns she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to protect her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?
This is book three in the Cowboy Doms series but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: Submitting to the Cowboy is a contemporary western romance that contains elements of mystery, suspense, adult themes, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

EXCERPT

Exasperation flashed in his eyes. “Damn it, Tam, I doubt you’ve ever even been spanked.”
“I might have been if you hadn’t interrupted me the other night,” she shot back, equally frustrated with his obstinance, no matter that it stemmed from caring and concern.
“Really?” A calculated gleam entered his eyes as he ran his hands down her arms in what she could have sworn was a caress designed to soothe. Whatever it was, she enjoyed the light touch. “Well, since it was my fault you didn’t get to experience that aspect of BDSM, let me make up for it.”
Before she realized his intention, he grabbed her hand and tugged her over to the desk, maneuvering her in front of him. With a hand between her shoulders, he pressed gently, bending to whisper in her ear. “Lean on the desk. Show me you’re willing to experiment with this side of my lifestyle.”
His warm breath fanned the side of her neck, raising the tiny hairs on her nape, his words conjuring up all kinds of scenarios. Her voice shook as she whispered, “We’re not at the club. This is where I work, where someone might come in.” The next appointment wasn’t for an hour but that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t pop in. The very thought sent a flare of heat up her core. When had she become such a pervert? The silent question accompanied her descent over the desk as she braced on her forearms, her only thought to show him how serious she was about continuing with her submissive education. His sudden indrawn breath followed with the brush of his palm over her buttocks. She trembled, thinking maybe it was just Connor who turned her into a promiscuous deviant wannabe.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” he bemoaned as he palmed her right cheek. “This is wrong in so many ways, I can’t even begin to count. Remember, this is your doing.”
The sudden impact of Connor’s hand smacking her bottom jarred Tamara into an acute awareness of the minor discomfort, and how it seemed to feed the lust she harbored for him. Another spank followed the first, this one on her opposite cheek, delivered with a touch more force. She jerked, a small whimper escaping at the startling warmth spreading across her backside.
“This is just a taste of what subs are subjected to if they agree to play with a Dom.” Two more swats, each a little harder, jiggled her buttocks and built on the heat now expanding from her butt up between her quaking thighs. “Think long and hard, little one, because trust me, I’m being very,” smack! “very,” smack! “nice.” He ended the teasing torment with an almost casual exploration of her cheeks and then squeezed each throbbing globe, the tight grip emphasizing the ache and stirring her arousal.
Shaken, Tamara tried to lean back against Connor as he helped her straighten, but he shifted away too fast, leaving his hands on her upper arms until she steadied and turned to face him. With her face burning, her heartbeat thumping like a crazed bat and her warmed buttocks pulsing softly, she knew her face reflected the desire she couldn’t deny.
Connor dropped his hands as if burned and stumbled back a step, shaking his head. “You’re impossible. I’ve got to run. We’ll talk later.” Without another word or backward glance, he pivoted, snatched his hat off the hook and dashed out as if the hounds of Hell were after him.

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.

Connect with BJ Wane

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