Submitting to the Doctor by BJ Wane

At a time when the world is a confusing place, BJ Wane brings us a lovely escape. Her latest book Submitting to the Doctor, (Cowboy Doms book 7) is being released this week. It’s available for preorder!

He wanted nothing to do with her but couldn't turn away from the sorrow reflected in her dark eyes.

Blurb:
Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road.
The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour.
Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace.
It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?
This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Lillian couldn’t help it, the desire to spend time with Mitchell outweighed her determination to forget him following his desertion as her doctor. When all she could think about was her reaction every time he leveled that focused gaze on her after Nan invited her to visit their club, she decided to give in to his offer and work towards getting him out of her system. It wouldn’t do for her to leave in a week or two and still have these mind-consuming, libido stirring thoughts about a man she wouldn’t see again.
Once they hit the highway, they limited their conversation to the evening until they reached Willow Springs and then he surprised her with his abrupt change of subject. “Are you considering visiting The Barn tomorrow night?”
His deep tone washed through her with its usual warmth, another reason she needed to do whatever was necessary to end this odd infatuation. “You heard that, huh?”
“Yes. And given your constant gripes about bossy men, I’m wondering why you would consider it.”
She sent him a teasing grin as he turned on his street. “How do you know it’s not just your high-handedness I’ve complained about?”
“Is it?” he returned with cool insistence.
Sighing, she admitted, “No. It’s not my thing, but I am curious.”
Pulling into the drive, he swung toward her as he cut the engine. “I didn’t prove you wrong about that last week?”
He would have to remind her of that. She wouldn’t deny what had been so obvious, but neither would she admit that meant she would enjoy a regular dose of his kinks. Instead, she planted another seed by saying, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll discover I get off on voyeurism. Goodnight, Doc. Thanks for the lift.”
Lillian’s hopes of getting away with having the last word were dashed when she’d no sooner gotten out of the vehicle and he was there, pinning her against the door with his towering, ripped body pressed against hers. She went hot, her heart rate tripping even as irritation over his domination rippled under her skin.
Before she could tell him to back off, he bent his head and nipped at her chin and then took her lower lip between his teeth and bit. The sharp sting ricocheted straight down to her pussy in an undeniable heated gush. Swallowing back a moan, she gripped his biceps and demanded in a hoarse voice, “What are you playing at, Mitchell?”
“Not playing, proving a point.” Gripping her shoulders, he spun her around and placed her hands on the hood of the SUV.
“I don’t care for your caveman tactics,” she stated, proud of her scornful, rigid tone despite her quivering muscles as he worked his hands inside her coat.
“So you say,” he returned with the same arrogance lacing his voice. “But your body says otherwise whenever I put my hands on you. Wonder why that is?”
Gripping her nipples, he plucked at the tender buds, and even through her sweater and bra, his pinch and rotation was strong enough to elicit another body quaking response. She wouldn’t fight it, or deny it, couldn’t if she wanted to get over it and move on
“Lust is easy to explain,” she answered on a deeply indrawn breath.
“Now, there I can agree with you.” Mitchell released her nipples and moved back as fast as he’d commanded her senses.

BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, Oscar, a lovable Goldendoodle.  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 books were 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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Submitting to the Cattleman by BJ Wane

BJ Wane is here today with book 6 in her Cowboy Doms series, Submitting to the Cattleman.

She was a one-night stand, but he couldn't forget her haunted eyes.

Blurb:
Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?
Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.
Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed.
Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?
This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: Submitting to the Cattleman is a contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Kurt reached the loft and spotted Leslie bound on the St. Andrew’s Cross right away. As he eyed her slim, bare back, spread legs and white, soft ass, he didn’t know who to be pissed at the most, her or his dad. He shouldn’t have let Leland goad him into an argument right before he’d left. If the stubborn coot didn’t want to go to therapy or work at getting back on his feet, Kurt ought to leave him alone to stew in the misery of his own making. The problem was, he cared too much to do that, just as his strong feelings for Leslie wouldn’t allow him to give up on her regardless of her continued obstinance. Maybe, if those glimpses of a desperate, lonely ache reflected on her face weren’t continuing to wreak havoc with his conscience, starting with the first time she’d looked up at him, he would find it easy to wash his hands of her and walk away.
Between wanting to solve the mystery of her solitary life and the driving lust to fuck her in every way possible, he wasn’t about to let this little rebellion deter him from his goals. Mitchell flicked him a questioning look as he approached, checking the tightness of the ankle cuffs before rising to greet him.
“Kurt. I hope your scowl isn’t because of something I’ve done.”
“No, in fact I’d like to thank you for preparing my sub for me.” Leslie’s muscles tightened under Kurt’s hand as he caressed her clenching buttocks.
Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his gaze cutting toward Leslie. Fisting a hand in her long hair, he pulled, lifting her head. “Is this true, you’re with Master Kurt?”
She bit her lip, both men noticing the guilt swirling in her eyes as she looked from one to the other before her trembling mouth went taut and she replied with a thread of defiance coloring her tone. “We never agreed to be exclusive.”
Kurt winged one brow upward and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t share. In case I neglected to mention that, now you know.”
Moving back, a hint of amusement crept into Mitchell’s expression. “I’ll step aside and let you two work this out. Leslie, look me up if you decide to ditch Master Kurt again.”
Kurt waited until Mitchell walked away before leaning against Leslie’s back, loosely circling her neck with his hands and whispering in her ear, “Don’t you think you should have told me before you accepted another Dom’s invitation?”
“I didn’t think it would matter.”
A slight tremor ran through her body as he tightened his hands on her throat, just enough to remind her of his control, and what she’d agreed to. “Once again, you thought wrong, and you’re not being completely honest. You’d rather back away than risk revealing more about yourself, like you did last night.”
She tried to turn her head to look at him then released her breath in a huff when his hold wouldn’t allow it. Her throat worked under his hands as she swallowed and said, “You have no right to pry.”
Now it was his turn to sigh with exasperation because, damn it, she was right. Stepping back, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arched back and palmed her buttocks. “You’re right about that, but not about how you let me know you weren’t happy with me.” Digging his fingers into the soft globes, his thumbs slipped between the fleshy mounds to tease the sensitive area. “I’m disappointed you would resort to such a tactic instead of talking to me. Five swats with my belt or say red and we’re done. What will it be?”
Leslie couldn’t think straight, not with Master Kurt’s hands on her, the displeasure in his deep voice filling her with guilt and regret. She’d been a fool. What made her believe she could simply walk away from him now when she couldn’t forget him after one night together? Now she found herself torn between her ever-growing need for one man and her determination to ensure no one else would come to harm because of their association with her.
She heard the slide of his belt as he removed it and quaked inside. Goosebumps popped up across her backside as he trailed the supple leather over her flesh. To this day she didn’t understand how an aching, hot butt could calm her rioting emotions while drawing tears of discomfort, or how the hurt could eventually morph into pleasure. But there was no denying her body sang in tune to the silent threat, warmed to the promise of blissful pain and the pleasure induced forgetfulness it could lead to. If he allowed it.
Kurt reached around and cupped one breast before pinching her nipple. “Give me your answer, Leslie.”
Need won out over good intentions and she succumbed to the pull of that deep, commanding tone. For the first time in almost four years, she didn’t want to think in terms of ‘what if’, instead, opting for ‘why not’. “I’ll take the swats, Sir.”

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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Submitting To Two Doms by BJ Wane

BJ Wane is back with another book that has readers swooning! Submitting To Two Doms, cowboy domes book 5, is full of lusty cowboy doms who take the upper hand, so to speak, with the gorgeous, feisty, Kelsey Hammond.

She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.

Blurb: After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parents pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.
Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.
While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.
Disclaimer: Submitting To Two Doms 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.

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Excerpt:

She nodded before lying face down on the padded bench with a cutout for her nose and mouth. With her knees resting on the kneeler and her hips perched on the edge of the bench, the position was surprisingly comfortable. Until her arms were strapped down at her sides with a band over each wrist, followed by a wide strap tightening across her lower back. She yanked on the restraints, an automatic response to the ripple of unease that dulled her initial excitement. The instant anxiety over her helplessness changed with just as much speed to an arousing wave of heat, dispelling her cold panic as much as their deep voices rumbling in her ears.
“Deep breath, Kelsey. You’re all right.” Devin’s no-nonsense order.
“We’re right here, little bit. You’re safe.” Greg’s warmer encouragement.
Hearing both men so close eased the last of her tension while ratcheting up her arousal. “Remember,” Greg continued as she felt Devin move away, “you don’t tell us, we tell you.” He slid his hand down to her skirt and pulled it up. Cool air rose goosebumps across her buttocks as he lowered her panties, exposing her backside to whoever stood close enough to see. “Give me a color.” His hand cracked on her right cheek.
“Green, Sir,” she gasped, no longer caring if she had an audience. The only thing that mattered was having their hands and mouths on her again. As far as fucking in public, that was something she shied away from contemplating.
“Good girl. Keep your head down. Devin is returning with vibrating anal beads. You’ll like those.”
Anal beads? Oh, dear. Just what have I gotten myself into this time? They didn’t give her time to wonder or fret. Fingers spread her cheeks and rubbed ointment around her puckered back entrance before pushing past the tight resistance to grease her insides. She shook as those thick digits pulled out of her and a row of cool, hard, round balls were pressed inside her.
“Relax, baby,” Devin ordered as she tensed against the tight stretching and stuffed-full sensation encompassing her rectum. “Just two more.”
Another push and the fourth smooth globe rolled inside her. Kelsey shook from the last insertion, exhaling her pent-up breath on a whoosh as soon as she adjusted to the foreign invasion. The next ten minutes passed in a blur of painful, stimulating swats delivered across both buttocks with a leather paddle as small pulsations erupted along the sensitive tissues lining her rear channel. Her tormentor’s deep murmurs kept her on edge as effectively as the slow build-up of throbbing, heated pain.
“You pushed for our attention, and now you have it.” Devin caressed one burning cheek.
“And you’ve thanked us for our thoughtfulness by complaining.” She heard the paddle fall on the floor and assumed that was Greg’s hand roaming over her other buttock.
Be careful stating what you want. Kelsey hadn’t been, she knew that now, as she lay bound and at their mercy. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her and knowing the safeword gave her the courage not to use it as they released her wrists and the middle strap and then covered her eyes with a silk blindfold as she lifted her head.

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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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.

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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.

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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.”

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