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A Baby For The Bratva by Chloe Kent

The wonderfully wicked Chloe Kent is here with her book A Baby For The Bratva today, a dark, reverse-harem mafia romance.

Blurb:

The Bychkov Bratva needs an heir. Now. They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an orphanage where no one would ask questions.
They planned to use her until she was pregnant. Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla Anderson. When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy, it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva and their demands.
But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary men, Starla has to think and act fast. With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out her only condition. Her body for a fee… Except… No one says no to the Bratva,
Publisher’s Note: A Baby For The Bratva is a reverse-harem, dark romance, intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, ménage, sensual scenes, adult language, power exchange and a guaranteed HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

She couldn’t look at them. Didn’t want to be seen by them. But there was nowhere to hide her shame, her total lack of control. It hung in the air and clung to her skin like a scarlet letter. She’d orgasmed during what Mikhail had told her time and again was a routine exam, he certainly did not try to seduce her. None of them did. In fact, they treated her anything but romantically. It was a professional clinical examination, but she had melted under their gazes, burned with their touch, and didn’t have any kind of experience that could have helped her stop her body from reacting to them the way it had.
How was she supposed to face them now? She had come across as haughty, indignant, prideful, and now… now she was reduced to nothing more than a woman who had come when they touched her—it didn’t even matter why they were touching, just that they did.
From the moment they had slipped into her gaze on entering Sister Nadya’s office, her body had suffered the onslaught of their maleness, of their scary power and their blatant intentions toward her. And she had given in to that struggle against her better judgment. Three strange men she couldn’t tell apart from a blob of clay, that’s how little she knew them which amounted to absolutely nothing.
The atmosphere around her felt doused with fuel. And the tension from their own bodies set the air to fire. She couldn’t tell anything by their expressions. She just wanted the Earth to swallow her up and keep her there. Forever.
The sound of Mikhail’s fingers leaving her body deafened her. He had waited until the last of her spasms had died down. Her wetness was unmistakable now. The scent of her arousal undeniable.
Still breathing raggedly, she covered her face with her hands, shutting her thighs as soon she was released. The sound of Mikhail removing the gloves to which her wetness had clung,
hammered another nail of disgrace into her.
“Get dressed,” Dimitry ordered. Did she imagine the roughness in his voice had taken on a kind of soft hoarseness? That he sounded strained?
She was too abased to argue, to fight, to rebel. Shakily she removed herself from the cot, grateful that the three of them had formed a circle and now spoke softly amongst themselves. Their attention wasn’t on her, thankfully.
Slipping into her underwear, she didn’t recognize her body as her own. She felt different. Not herself. Her body had betrayed her and didn’t seem to want to stop. As long as she was in their presence, could inhale their scent, her skin tingled, her nipples swelled and her… her… pussy ached for something she couldn’t even name.

More about Chloe Kent

Chloe Kent has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn’t wait to grow up and write her own romance novels. Her spirited heroines usually require at least two… sometimes more incredibly hot heroes to keep her happy and that's exactly how Chloe writes them.
Her favorite pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is running out of coffee or her imagination.

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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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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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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.

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.

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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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

Buy link: Amazon

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.”

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.

Buy link: Amazon

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.

Connect with BJ Wane

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3420232.B_J_Wane?from_search=true

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http://bjwane.blogspot.com/

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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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