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The Tryst ~ Monique Roffey

Out Now—The Tryst by Monique Roffey

An exciting new direction from acclaimed novelist Monique Roffey

London, midsummer night. Jane and Bill meet the mysterious Lilah in a bar. She entrances the couple with half-true, mixed up tales about her life. At closing time, Jane makes an impulsive decision to invite Lilah back to their home. But Jane has made a catastrophic error of judgement, for Lilah is a skilled and ruthless predator, the likes of which few encounter in a lifetime. Isolated and cursed, Jane and Bill are forced to fight for each other, and, in doing so, discover their covert desires.

Part psychological thriller, part contemporary magical realism, The Tryst revisits the tale of Adam’s first wife, Lilith, to examine the secrets of an everyday marriage.

“What makes The Tryst an unexploded virus isn’t just the quality and brightness of Roffey’s writing on sex, even as it uncovers inner glades between flesh and fantasy where sex resides – but the taunting clarity of why those glades stay covered. A throbbing homewrecker of a tale, too late to call Fifty Shades of Red.”

DBC Pierre, Booker Prize winner, 2003

Available from:
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2syHhPE
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Tryst-Monique-Roffey-ebook/dp/B072BX51PV/

 

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Praise for The Tryst

“The Tryst is a sly, feral, witty, offbeat erotic novella that unsettles the reader, even as it arouses. There are sex scenes of breath-taking audacity. What would any of us do if an irresistible sex daemon broke and entered our domestic lives, leaving havoc in her amoral wake?”

Rowan Pelling, editor, The Amorist

“I’ve read The Tryst and was enormously entertained and impressed. It’s wild and witching, at once contemporary and atavistic, with an anarchic 
sexual energy running through it and a startling frankness, not only about sex, but about love and relationships, gender and power … a daring write and consuming read.” Bidisha, writer and broadcaster

“While The Tryst offers magic and sensuality aplenty, it lays bare the violence that heteronormative couples will do to ‘others’ to keep the home system stoked. It can be read as a fable about intimacy and erotic power. Disturbingly, it can also be read as a fable about the socially established vs. the disposable.”

Vahni Capildeo, poet, Forward Prize winner

“The Tryst summons your inner whore and demands she be honoured.”

Empress Stah, cabaret theatre performer

“A Midsummer’s Night Dream meets erotic thriller in this captivating romp through the senses. … Monique Roffey perfectly captures the inner worlds of both the un-fucked housewife and the archetypal slut in this wonderful tale exploring the power of sexuality, erotic magnetism and the changing face of human relationships.”

Seani Love, Sex Worker of the Year, 2015

“Monique Roffey’s The Tryst successfully straddles mythology and erotica to create a journey towards pleasure.”

Suzanne Portnoy, author of The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick Maker

“Sexy, lyrical and unashamed, The Tryst is a powerful slice of modern erotica which blends sexual magick with today’s hectic world of male-female relationships.”

Vina Jackson, author of Eighty Days Yellow

“Sexy as hell. A cross between the work of Angela Carter and Anaïs Nin, The Tryst weaves the urban and the modern with dark myth. Roffey is a risk taking and masterful storyteller,” J Malloy, author of The Story of X

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Excerpt:

Before lunch we had sex again on the kitchen floor. Quickly, this time, me riding him. Oh, I like to be on top, to be the domina, the one who hostesses the show, who stages all the stunts with human males. I am the party thrower, the orgy mistress. I gave him a good fuck, massaging his cock with the muscles of my cunt, and the energy of him rose upwards through me and lit me up. This Bill was made to fit me and I was made to fit him; somehow I’d stumbled across him, this Adam. At first glance he was just a primary model: Husband, Father, the Average White English Male. Homme Vanille. Marks and Spencer Man. Nothing remarkable. Nicely castrated by the middle class feminists, cured of any alpha tendencies. He had been trained not to be dominant. Isn’t that what feminism has done, it has laughed the alpha males out of town. Masculinity is in crisis, say the clever ones these days. Feminism equalised women in the workplace and put men in the shed, where I found Bill. The male alpha doms went underground, thousands of them, to Internet fetish sites and their private dungeons and the like. There, many of my sistren operate, daemon-killers like me. Professional Dommes. Strangulators, ball kickers. Experts in humiliation, bestiality, fucking men up the ass with their strap-ons. Torturing testicles till they turn blue. We Lilatha exist in the shadows, in the twilight; we are around if you look for us. Many men do, those who like to submit. And they keep quiet when they find us. Few imps, like me, stalk the pavements in full view. That’s my kink, to fuck The Innocents, men like Bill. I like to dominate Mr Everyday.

And yet, as I had happily discovered, Bill had secret charms and abilities after all. My assessment had been wrong. I rode Bill hard, forging a twinned ecstasy between us. We groaned and writhed, both of us dying afterwards. I laughed with glee, at how Bill gasped for breath. “You’re lovely,” he gasped. I licked my fingers, tasting his bitter-salt cum. “So are you,” I winked. “Feed me now, I’m starving.”

Lunch was delicious and replenishing. We fell on fruit and gooey chocolate cake and ice cream and opened a bottle of red wine. I put on one of his vinyl jazz records and danced around naked. I’ll stay one more hour, I told myself. One more hour, just one. Janey-Wife has gone, this house is mine and we still want to fuck. I am not yet sated. Greedy thing I was, greedy for his cock. Bill couldn’t keep his eyes off me, he was entangled – miserably unsure of himself. Distant and yet high on that fuck-chemical of serotonin. It was coursing through him. It was like watching a new drug addict and any minute I might have to catch him from slumping to the floor. He was lust-drunk. But I wasn’t. I’d provoked this altered state in men many times before; I had left many husbands in this condition. Usually I fled well before this point. But I was still enjoying myself, still very much the sprite.

I danced naked for a while. Human men love to watch women dance in the nude and very few modern human women do. It is a dead art, relegated to the dim caverns and glossy tables of the lap dancing club. Burlesque

strip-joints. Once, it was an art of the courtly harem and the well-paid hetaera; once it was part of Bohemia, of a social stratum of free thinkers and free lovers. Men have danced naked too, for women and other men. There is a long tradition of the Lust Arts. I find this an omission on the part of modern womankind as naked dancing puts men in a state of awe and gratitude. The Wife won’t do it, never did. Oh, human women divide their nature. Mother. Wife. Whore. They do not integrate. Good girls and bad. Few celebrate that they are both. So there I was rubbing myself and licking my lips, caressing my breasts, my hips, sliding my hand down between my legs. It was an act, a naked tease. This was one of my many carnival tricks. I have worked in burlesque clubs, learnt the art of grinding and wriggling, stripping off stockings, gloves. Doing what American strippers call ‘ass work’, removing strings of pearls from my pussy. I have a strong muscular vagina, able to pulse and milk my men. But I do not possess the agility of hookers in the bars and lap dancing clubs of the Orient. I cannot shoot ping-pong balls across the room. I surprised Bill with three small but succulent beetroot I had found in the fridge, already peeled and boiled. I dripped the purple ink over my quim, inserting them one by one, dancing them up and in. He laughed out loud and clapped for me and I took a bow. He knelt for me and ate as I released each soft warm beet into his mouth.

More, he whispered.

And I complied, oh, with cucumbers and carrots and the like. Bill was rock hard throughout. I loved his cock, thick and uncircumcised. The tip glistened. At one point, I knelt in front of Bill and took his balls into my mouth and swirled them round. He trusted me more with his jewels this time. He poured wine over my face and I drank and sucked and his cock was huge and solid and he stroked himself and dripped cum over my face, rubbed it into my hair. Then he was sitting on a counter top, his jeans unbuckled, his thighs bare, his cock like a tower. Me on tiptoe, with my mouth all over him, my head bobbing, all the while kneading his scrotum and his hand reaching down, stroking me, catching the drips. Then, his body juddered, as if Aphrodite herself was stroking the kundalini up from his genitals and up his back. His cum flew in hot spurts, white and pearly, splattering his stomach, the fruit bowl, everywhere. And I came too, my cum cascaded like a torrent to the floor, not a cupful, as usual, but a warm wave fell from that secret reservoir. Like I had urinated, except it was translucent and salt-sweet to taste. And with this release, I began to feel altered. I shouldn’t be here; I should have left. Bill reached down and cupped the small of my back as I shuddered. My orgasm swamped us both. I looked up at Bill and saw his eyes glittering. Oh Christ, he whispered. I could see that he had recognised me. I was Wife No 1. My cover was blown. It was then I whispered my real name to him in my language and he nodded.

 

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BIOGRAPHY

 

Monique Roffey is an award-winning Trinidadian-born writer. Her novels have been translated into five languages and short-listed for major awards including the Orange Prize, Costa Fiction Award, Encore Award, Orion Award and the OCM Bocas Award for Caribbean Literature. In 2013, Archipelago won the OCM BOCAS Award for Caribbean Literature. Her memoir, With the Kisses of his Mouth, was published in 2011. She is a Lecturer on the MFA in the Novel at Manchester Metropolitan University. She divides her time between the East end of London and Port of Spain, Trinidad.

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About Dodo Ink

Dodo Ink is an independent publishing company based in the UK. Founded by author Sam Mills (The Quiddity of Will Self, Corsair, 2012), digital publishing and marketing specialist Alex Spears, and reviewer Thom Cuell, Dodo Ink publish original fiction with a focus on risk-taking, imaginative novels. We are looking for books which don’t fall into easy marketing categories and don’t compromise their intelligence or style to fit in with trends. We are passionate readers, and we believe that there are many more who share our appetite for bold, original and ‘difficult’ fiction. We want to provide a home for great writing which isn’t being picked up by the mainstream.

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Monique Roffey on

The Tryst

When you publish a book, it’s always a mixed bag of feelings for every writer, I guess: elation, a sense of meaning and purpose, guided to the right spot, ‘publication’. But, also, there is trepidation, and concern, a ‘will this baby fly?’, ‘will it get any attention?’ Will it be ignored, sink without a trace? Let alone, will it get near a serious prize list. But today, having just sent the final, final, final edits of The Tryst, to my very plucky publisher, Dodo Ink, I feel something so pure and so utterly without reserve or concern. I feel something almost shamanic, something inner and secure, something certain and from within, a sense of completion over a long time, and a sense of elation, a “Yes! You did it.” And it will be good.

 

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Anthem of the Sea

Out Now—ANTHEM OF THE SEA By Thom Collins (@thomwolf @realthomcollins)

Blurb:

An ocean of possibility. For love, revenge and murder.

Daniel Blake, a handsome young singer, boards the Atlantic Anthem in Portugal for the final voyage of her maiden season. The state-of-the-art ship is the jewel in the Royal Atlantic cruise fleet. For Daniel, a one-time boy band member and TV talent show winner, it’s an honor to perform aboard such a vessel. Daniel loves the freedom and adventure of the sea. He began his solo career as a cruise ship entertainer and returning to the ocean as a headline act brings him full circle. He isn’t looking for love.

Neither is comedian Elijah Mann. Working at sea has given Elijah’s career the boost it desperately needed. Often considered too good-looking and sexy to be funny, work has been hard to come by since his TV show was canceled. With a potential new career opening up, he must remain focused. But when Elijah meets Daniel the attraction is mutual and instant. As the ship sets sail for England they have three days to get to know each other. Elijah can’t let that opportunity pass.

The voyage home is far from smooth. Also on board is a figure from Daniel’s past. A man who’s been holding a grudge for years, waiting for his moment. As a storm builds in the North Atlantic, Daniel and Elijah discover that the trip of a lifetime could be their last.

LINKS:

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/anthem-of-the-sea

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2rvgeTr

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/anthem-of-the-sea

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anthem-of-the-sea-thom-collins/1126384702?ean=9781786515681

EXCERPT:

The taxi collected Daniel Blake from the hotel on time. He liked that. Punctuality, efficiency and professionalism—three things he valued in all areas of his career. Be on time and be prepared—that had been his motto since he was fourteen years old. Fifteen years later, he continued to live by it.

He helped the driver load his gear into the trunk. There wasn’t much of it. When on the road, he traveled light with just a medium-sized case, a holdall and a suit carrier. He’d arrived in Lisbon the previous morning, disembarking from a cruise ship, where he’d performed for two nights. His shirts would need washing and his suit pressing before his next show. There was plenty of time.

He gave the driver directions to his designated cruise terminal and climbed onto the back seat. Thankfully, the air conditioning was running. Though it was late October, the outside temperature remained in the mid-eighties and it wasn’t even eleven o’clock. Last night he had heard some of the hotel staff complain about the weather turning cold, but for a boy like him, born and raised in the northeast of England, these climates were well above average. Back home, this would be a hot day in June or July.

It was a short drive to the port. Early in the day, but the streets were busy. Three massive cruise ships were anchored in the harbor, discharging thousands of eager tourists into the city. British, American, German, Japanese, they scurried through the streets, clutching backpacks and maps, keen to explore as much as they could of the historic Portuguese city in the few hours they had here.

Daniel smiled at their faces as they zipped by.

Lisbon, his last stop before home.

The car arrived at the port and within ten minutes Daniel stood beside the gangway with his luggage, waiting for the necessary security calls to be made that would allow him to board the ship. The enormous vessel towered above him, casting a huge shadow across the dock. The Atlantic was one of the biggest and most spectacular cruise ships in the world.

There were a lot of criticisms for super ships such as this. He’d heard them described as floating shopping malls, grotesque monstrosities and budget hotels at sea, but for Daniel there was something quite majestic about the craft and its design, to say nothing of the engineering that went into the construction of such a huge vessel.

“Those things are so top heavy,” a jobbing magician once had told him in a bar. “I hear they roll right over in high seas.”

Daniel had laughed at the man’s ignorance. “And when did you last hear of that happening?”

The man had floundered. “I’m just saying that something so uneven can’t be safe, can it? You won’t ever catch me on one of them things. Mug’s game, isn’t it?”

“It’s your loss,” Daniel had told him cheerily. He felt safer at sea, even in the roughest weather, than he ever had on a plane. Motorways too. It might not be the quickest, but without a doubt it was the most luxurious and extravagant way to travel. He loved being at sea.

Waiting for the security guy to return with his passport, Daniel realized he’d drawn some attention.

A slow stream of passengers was returning to the ship. They couldn’t have seen much of Lisbon, coming back already. Among them was an English family. While the parents lit cigarettes before joining the embarkation queue, the daughter, who looked around fourteen, stared directly at him.

“Hi.” He smiled. “Good day out?”

The girl was plump and pretty with wavy brown hair that fell around her shoulders. She wore a sweet, flowery sundress and red Converse shoes. She blushed as she realized she’d been caught gawking.

“Are you…? Oh, my God, you are, aren’t you? You’re Daniel Blake.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Guilty as charged. Don’t shoot me.”

The girl nervously stepped forward, looking at him with wide, hazel eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting to join the ship. I’m performing on board.”

Her jaw fell. “The Anthem? You’re coming on the Anthem?

He nodded. He didn’t mind being recognized like this. Daniel was famous enough in the UK, but not so much that it ever became an inconvenience. His fame came from a TV talent show. The public had made him and he appreciated all the support he got.

“Oh my God.” The girl’s face became highly animated. “Mam! Dad! Come here. Oh my God, you won’t believe it. Daniel Blake. It’s actually him.”

Her bemused parents stubbed out their cigarettes and came over. They were an attractive-looking couple of around forty. The girl looked a lot like her father.

“I hope she’s not bothering you,” the dad said, looking cautiously between Daniel and his daughter.

“Not a bit,” Daniel assured him. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Daniel is going to be singing on the ship. Can you believe it? How cool is that?” She grinned a mile wide.

“Starting tomorrow,” he said. “Make certain you get yourselves a great seat down front. I can use all the support I can get.”

“I will, I will. I voted for you every week on The One. You were my favorite from the start.”

“So it’s you I need to thank for winning. What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Julieann.”

“Well, thank you, Julieann. Your votes changed my life.”

The girl blushed violently.

The security officer came back to escort Daniel onto the ship. Before boarding, he posed for photographs with Julieann and her family.

“The girls at school will have a fit when they see these on Instagram,” Julieann said proudly as they took a selfie together.

“See you at the shows,” Daniel said as he walked on board. “And don’t forget—front row. Be there. I’ll look out for you.”

“We’ll definitely be there.”

Once on board, he passed his luggage through the security scanner and was equipped with his sea pass ID, the plastic card that would enable him to move around the ship, access his accommodation and run a tab in the bars and shops. He was greeted on the far side of security by a young woman in a blue shirt and khaki shorts. Her soft blonde hair was tied back from her round, attractive face. She was vaguely familiar from his engagement earlier in the season. He checked her name badge to refresh his memory. Belle Hodges, entertainment crew, from South Australia.

“Hi,” Belle said cheerily. “It’s wonderful to have you back on board.”

She extended her hand and he shook it. “It’s great to be back. Honestly, I’ve been looking forward to this since I left in May. How has your maiden season gone?”

“Over too quickly and totally ace. I can’t believe it’s been that long since you were here. Yikes, the time has flown. Let me give you a hand with your stuff.”

“That’s okay. I can manage. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll find my way.”

Ignoring his protests, Belle took up the suit carrier.

“You’re in real luck,” she said. “You’ve been allocated a large stateroom on one of the passenger decks. Balcony and all.”

“You’re joking? Wow. Am I sharing with the house band or a football team?”

Belle giggled, wrinkling her nose. “Silly. You’ve got the whole place to yourself.”

“Seriously? What gives? I never get accommodation like that.”

Belle looked around cautiously and lowered her voice. “We had a family thrown off the ship in Gran Canaria so you’ve got their room. They caused a fight in the martini bar and punched an officer who tried to intervene. Captain Rassimov put them off at the next port. No second chances.”

“Good to know we’re in such firm hands.”

“Captain Rassimov is the best,” Belle gushed.

Daniel didn’t doubt it. He’d met the dashing captain on his last trip. Tall, dark, handsome and extremely charismatic, he sent hearts beating fast among the passengers and crew. If he wasn’t so straight, Daniel would fancy him too. Rassimov was the perfect man to master such a grand vessel.

Launched in May, with a rumored cost of over one-point-five billion, the Atlantic Anthem was coming to the end of its inaugural European season. It was the newest and biggest vessel in the Royal Atlantic fleet. Daniel had spent two nights on board when he’d performed a headline set on the maiden voyage. He’d worked for cruise companies all over the world, but he couldn’t fail to be impressed by the Anthem. It was billed as the ship with everything. From his own experience that was certainly true.

As he walked through the decks with Belle, his sense of excitement increased. The interior was truly splendid. Not a penny had been spared, from the lush carpets to the paintings and sculptures that graced every deck. Before coming on board, he’d read all the specs—about the spa and fitness center, two swimming pools and a solarium, the Royal Theater with nine-hundred-sixty seats, the bars—eight of them across the ship—the main dining room plus three specialty restaurants and a twenty-four-hour café. Several public entertainment areas were situated on Decks Four and Five around a jaw-dropping central staircase. Knowing all of that in advance, he still had been blown away when he’d came upon the ship for the first time. And he felt it now, all over again.

Only the most jaded, spoiled and hard-to-please traveler could fail to be inspired by the Anthem.

They rode one of the glass elevators to the tenth floor where Belle led him down a long corridor to his stateroom in the forward section of the ship.

“Last time, I had an interior cabin in the crew quarters.” He laughed.

“Yep, that’s where they like to cram us in. But now you’ve got this.”

Daniel swiped his sea pass card to enter the room. A major step up from crew class, the room was bright and contemporary, to the standard of any good hotel. He had an enormous double bed all to himself and a sitting area with a long, cream leather sofa. There was a dressing table, minibar, TV, private bathroom and balcony.

“I hope I don’t get lost in here,” he joked, dumping his luggage by the wardrobe.

“As long as you’re on stage for your shows tomorrow night, no one will mind what you get up to in here,” Belle said.

“You can put your mind at ease on that count,” he said. “I’ve been performing since I was fourteen and I’ve never missed a show in my life.”

Belle left him to settle in. Daniel unpacked his clothes first and filled a plastic bag with stuff that needed washing immediately—shirts, socks and underwear. Another great thing about working on a luxury cruise liner—everything was to hand. If he left the bag out today, all the items would be washed, ironed and returned by tomorrow.

He went into the bathroom next, laying out his razor, toothbrush and skincare products. He brought everything with him when he traveled. Though he wasn’t particularly vain, it was important to look good in public.

He didn’t have to worry. At twenty-nine years old—five months shy of thirty—he was in prime condition. He’d never looked better. For years he used to hate the way he looked. Everything about him had been out of proportion, especially his face. Eyes, teeth, nose, chin, they were always too big. But throughout his twenties, the rest of his body had caught up. He’d filled out and gained muscle and his face, which had seemed so awkward in his teens, had developed an extraordinary handsomeness. He had a strong jaw with a cowboy cleft, while his mouth was wide and masculine. With sky-blue eyes and thick brown hair, he had become a good-looking man. Very good-looking.

His confidence hadn’t grown to match his looks. A part of him would always be that skinny, peculiar kid. But only he could see it.

Finally unpacked, he relaxed and walked onto the balcony. He had a great view of the city and the people below, streaming like ants around the port terminals. Daniel took a moment to enjoy it all. He loved just about every part of the cruise experience.

Every ship, every voyage, was a new adventure.

The Atlantic Anthem promised a greater adventure than any other.

He couldn’t wait to get started.

 

Thom Collins Bio

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

The novellas Gods of Vengeance and Silent Voices were published by Pride in early 2017, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is working on the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

Links:

Blog: http://www.thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter:   @thomwolf     and  @realthomcollins

Email: thomcollinsauthor@aol.com

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The Yankee Billionaire’s Bride by Roz Lee

Title: The Yankee Billionaire’s Bride

Author: Roz Lee

Series: Billionaire Brides Book 2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Blurb

Visiting the tiny town of Butte Plains, Texas to help out a friend, born and bred Yankee Scott Ramsey has no intention of falling in love, but it isn’t long before the wide open plains, and especially the meadows—Roseanne Meadows—stake a claim on his heart. The Lone Star state seems welcoming enough, but after the owner of The Yellow Rose Bed and Breakfast stole his heart, suddenly, for reasons he can’t understand, he’s relegated to carpetbagger status. What will it take to convince Roseanne his home is where his heart is?

Roseanne Meadows knew better than to fall in love with a Yankee carpetbagger, but it’s too late now. What’s done is done, and the sooner Scott Ramsey packs up his toys and goes home to his venomous family, the better. Faced with an unexpected life-altering situation, in true Texan style, the owner of The Yellow Rose B&B will do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means leaving the only place her heart has ever called home.

Buy Links

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Excerpt

You’re back.”

I said I would be. You haven’t rented my room out to someone else have you?” Scott set his suitcase in the wide foyer of the B&B and smiled at the owner of the inn who wasn’t smiling back at him.

No. I haven’t, but maybe I should.”

He stood frozen, one hand on the handle of his luggage, the other in his pocket where he’d deposited his keys. What the hell had happened while he was gone? “What are you saying? You want me to leave?”

Roseanne glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen then back at him. “Keep your voice down. The whole world doesn’t need to know our business.”

Scott didn’t care who heard, but appearances meant a lot to Roseanne, so he lowered his voice to a near whisper. “What’s going on?” For the first time since he’d entered the house, he noticed she was wringing her hands—something she only did when she was nervous.

Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

He cocked his head to one side. “Find out what?”

Your parents’ anniversary party?” She quit fidgeting and squared her shoulders. Her hands became small fists at her sides. “You know—the one you attended last night?”

Scott sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor. Shit. What could he say? I didn’t want to drag you into the mess that is my family? I didn’t want you to meet my parents? I didn’t want you to get hurt? All of them true, but obviously not what she wanted to hear, so he pulled out the only plausible explanation he could think of. “You were sick. I thought knowing what you were missing would make you feel even worse.”

Her face turned thunderous. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You knew about the party long before I got sick. You could have told me anytime, but you didn’t because you didn’t want me to go with you. I’m not an idiot, Scott. I know I’m not in your league, but you could have been honest with me. I deserved that much.”

I wanted—”

She held her hand up. “Stop. Just stop. Don’t say another word. I have no right to be upset, but I am, which is on me. I let myself think there was more between us than there was. So, thanks for the reality check, and please find another place to stay as soon as possible.”

He should have told her about the party when he first heard about it. Roseanne was more than capable of holding her own in his parents’ world. A cold, hard truth settled over him. Yes, he’d been protecting her from the pointed barbs his family could throw, but he’d also been protecting himself. He didn’t want Roseanne to see the way his family treated him. Didn’t want her to know he was, if not exactly the black sheep, the one with the purple stripes—the one his family couldn’t understand. Had never made an effort to understand. He’d screwed up, big time. Worse, he had no idea how to fix it. “You can’t be serious.”

Her features hardened even more, and he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He’d said the wrong thing. As usual. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. You’ve got twenty-four hours. If you aren’t out by then, you’ll find your things waiting for you on the front porch. Is that clear?”

Meet the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author, Roz Lee is a displaced Texan who lives in New Jersey with her husband of almost four decades, and Bud, an overly large rescue dog who demands regular romps in the woods no matter how busy his parents are.

The mom of two daughters and grandma to the cutest baby boy ever, Roz collects Depression glass, and teacups with rose patterns. Her favorite food is Tex-Mex, and she’s never met a piece of chocolate she didn’t like.

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. Warning—she brakes for antique stores!

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Homeless. Hungry. Desperate.

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King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.

 

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Luanne Mayfair might have killed her boss a little. Or a lot. Okay, pretty much all the way. Or did she? Earl Cosgrove sure is dead. Unfortunately, Luanne doesn’t remember the night in question.All she knows is that the detective on the case is Chase Merritt, her old high school boyfriend about whom she might have spread the rumor that he was bad in bed. Okay, she did. She definitely did that.

Dear Lord, please let the man not hold grudges….

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Marcus Merritt doesn’t chase women. He doesn’t have to. But when the spirited and sexy blonde who left him wanting more shows up in his office looking for work, little things like the rules seem ready to be rewritten.

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Reagan is the one who got away – or should I say the one I drove away? Now, four years later, she’s back to manage the gym where I train. Seeing her everyday is a distraction I can’t afford. I’m so close to achieving the big payoff I’ve been working for. Nothing’s going to keep me from winning this belt – not even her.

 

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There were times Richard Martin loved his life. He had everything most men nearing middle age could want. A beautiful wife. A young son. All his hair.

He still has his hair, but not all is at it seems. His idyllic life was turned upside down when he and his family were forced to move from their home in Bristol to a small Gloucester flat because of Richard’s new job and now he finds himself beset on all sides. However that is not the sum of his problems. When his new supervisor, a promiscuous bombshell more than ten years his junior, sets her sights on him, she is by no means subtle about her interest in him, no matter who might be watching.

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A Dragon’s Treasure

Kai has been hunting for his mate for a very long time. Drawn to a singular place on earth, filled with treasures, he still seeks the greatest treasure of them all. His mate.

Fleeing danger, Connie runs into the arms of destiny, but she has plans already, and a Dragon mate is not on the agenda.

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“What is up with the sniffing?” She sounded aggravated.

“What do you mean?”

“You sniffed me, Lou sniffed me, and the doc sniffed me. I took a shower! So, what the heck is going on?”

Kai grinned, a laugh rumbling out of his chest. Eyes spitting fire at him, Connie shoved at him to push him away. He didn’t budge. Kai grabbed her hands, one large hand pinning them down against the car and leaned down to kiss her. He took his time, tracing her soft lips with his tongue before plunging his inside to taste her sweetness. Her flavor burst on his tongue.

Connie struggled at first, and then tilted her head, opening her mouth to further exploration. He deepened the kiss, the softness of her mouth addicting.

Kai released her hands and pulled Connie up against him. Her arms slipped around his neck pulling him down as he pulled her up. Kai ran his hands up and down her back, pulling her legs around his waist. He rumbled. The feel of her curvy body against him drove him crazy. He moved, the denim constricting his erection. His dragon surfaced, wanting to claim her. He pulled her tighter against him, nestling his cock between the warmth he could feel emanating from between her legs. Kai rubbed against her, seeking relief. He wanted nothing more than to burst free and enter that sanctuary his denim denied him.

 

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A Taste for Red by Piper Stone

Tempers flare when Private Investigator Shanna Jacobs and cowboy detective Cody Walker are forced to work on a wine fraud case, but their hot attraction is undeniable. The case moves into dangerous territory when the key players aren’t what they seem, but if Cody and Shanna can solve the case, will they put their pride aside and let their passion take hold?

Justice, Roughly by Amelia Smarts

An undercover deputy must decide where his loyalties lie—with the law or with the beautiful criminal who rescues him.

The Strategy of Love by Alyssa Bailey

Part time photographic Journalist and benevolent worker Kayla Rhea was not haunted by the memory of her kidnappers but of her rescuer and his admonition. Ex-Army Major Hunter Barrett, settled in his civilian life, is now on a mission to claim the woman of his dreams or purge her from his life forever.

The Arms I Run To by Stevie MacFarlane

Can a woman be too smart for her own good? Apparently, for when Joy Bradley takes a position she’s overqualified for, she soon finds herself up to her neck in trouble.

Uncharted Waters by Maisy Archer

An undercover protection detail aboard a luxury cruise ship seems like just the kind of easy, straightforward assignment Lucas needs … Until he learns that the client he’s tasked with protecting is the one beautiful, headstrong, infuriating woman he’s never been able to get out of his mind.

The Ranger’s Shotgun Bride by Maddie Taylor

Having fallen hard for her father’s hired man, Amelia is crushed when she learns he’s behind a string of stagecoach robberies. When she takes matters into her own hands, and goes after the bandits herself, she learns things aren’t always what they seem.

Revenge Served Hot by Sophie Kisker

My name is Livvi, and for the next thirteen months I’ll be on my knees, paying off my father’s debts, owned by a man who seeks to destroy me. My life looks painfully short, until a man with a dark past offers to rescue me – but only at a price I’m terrified to pay.

The Mercenary’s Girl by Emily Tilton

CIA operative Jack Regensburg would have had enough trouble taking down mercenary kingpin Sir Jeffrey Young even if he hadn’t fallen helplessly in love with one of Sir Jeffrey’s captive girls, the lovely young Tess Roberts. When Sir Jeffrey decides that Jack, undercover as a bodyguard, must punish Tess in a new and extremely humiliating way, Jack must act, but will he be able to save Tess from Sir Jeffrey’s fury without putting his cover, and the crucial operation, at grave risk?

Cherry on Top by Katherine Deane

What do you get when you combine a sassy, curvy baker, her overprotective brother, his hot Army best friend, a crazy stalker, sexual chemistry hot enough to bake a chocolate cake, and nuns? The kinky spankings Cherry has always desired, a bit of Daddy talk Jacob loves, and a recipe ending with a Happily Ever After—and a Cherry on Top.

Saving Sarah by BJ Wane

When Sarah Thompson goes husband hunting at a local night club, she attracts the attention of a serial GHB rapist. Police Chief Travis Nolan intends to be the man in Sarah’s bed and won’t let anything stand in his way, including Sarah’s stubborn tenacity.

The Honey Trap by Lucy Wild

Nate – I went undercover to get the place shut down. Not to fall for her…

Kathryn – It was just a job. Until he arrived.

The Scarlet Stiletto by Maggie Carpenter

1940’s Murder Mystery.

A frantic but beautiful woman bursts into the office of a roguishly handsome detective and begs him for help, claiming she found her red stiletto at the scene of her husband’s murder. The sexy seductive siren with kiss-me-now lips is hard to resist, but he quickly discovers there are gaping holes in her story.

The Russian by Renee Rose

Yuri – I don’t care if I get whacked by the mob or fired from the FBI. I can’t stay away from her. And there’s no way I’m letting her get hurt. Hell, if any of them touch her, I’ll blow my cover in a second.

A Thief for the Duke by Megan Michaels

Rescuing a thieving beauty from the prospect of prison, the Duke of Norfolk has taken on the role of Headmaster for a School for Wayward Women under the guise of reforming the waif into a lady of society. Will it be she who is reformed, or will it be he who is changed in the process?

Tamara’s Choice by Trent Evans

Assigned to infiltrate the shadowy Dominion Trust, a vice cop on deep cover visits the lurid, penitential installation known as The Farm.

But to rescue one of the beautiful inmates from her sentence of sexual slavery, he must save something else first — himself.

Detective Hercules by A.C. Rose

Detective Hercules Andrews and drive time radio dating expert Lizzy Harper bond over their respective injuries. When she reveals details about the super hot cop on her show, a New York City controversy of epic proportion ensues and he’s forced to go undercover – as her boyfriend.

Slave for a Day: an Idan and Svali novella by Jane Henry

When Svali’s sister is taken hostage on a foreign planet, Svali and her fierce warrior husband are eager to undertake the rescue mission. Neither Svali nor Idan anticipated their job would mean masquerading as master and slave…. nor how very erotic the venture could be.

Testimony by Maggie Ryan

Vows—hers to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth—his to protect the witness with his very life. But when both are up against pure evil, what will the ultimate price of justice be?

Her Protector by Annabel Joseph

Rowan Park works in a secret, hyper-secure area of the government, defending the homeland from malicious hacking attacks. When a kidnapping attempt threatens her life, she’s forced to seek shelter—and comfort—in an unexpected protector’s arms.

Monster by Jennifer Bene

Cold, ruthless, vicious… I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it — until Nicky. I know I should try to help her, protect her, but then who will save her from me?

Her Undercover Doms by Anya Summers

Sherry can’t believe her luck, she followed a Dom to the Bahamas only to have him fall for another submissive, and to make matters worse, that same Dom has issued her an ultimatum, either submit to the handsome Doms Patrick and Nick to become a better sub or leave the island. Will the two undercover CIA Agents convince the gorgeous beauty that she is the submissive for them or will their undercover investigation tear them apart?

A Night by my Fire by Addison Cain

The risk River had taken saving a stranger bigger than a linebacker and as grateful as a psychopath put her in a bad position. Someone had left him to die… and good men didn’t get dumped in the cold.

The Officer’s Little Girl by Meredith O’Reilly

Adam is assigned to go undercover at ‘The Little Resort’ and take down the owner who has been selling illegal drugs. He gets partnered to be Chloe’s Daddy and ends up falling head over heels in love for his little girl.

Pandora and the Pool Guy by April Hill

Forced to enter the Witness Protection Program, Pandora finds a mutual attraction with the pool guy. But is he really just the handyman next door?

In Too Deep by Claire Conrad

One chance encounter is all it takes for hard-ass undercover agent Jace Montgomery to fall in love. When the woman who stole his heart is taken hostage, he’ll destroy anything and everything in his way to save her.

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Testimony by Maggie Ryan

“Miss Fields, you’ve been found guilty. Sentencing is over and it’s time to pay the piper.”

“Objection!” Mia squealed again when he stood, sat on the wide rim of the tub and flipped her over his knees.

“Overruled,” Damian said, slapping her left buttock.

“Ow! That hurts!” Mia cried, her hand flying back to rub her abused cheek, a bit shocked at exactly how much a simple swat could sting.

“It’s supposed to hurt,” Damian said calmly, easily avoiding her hand to add a second swat to her right cheek. “Consider it as a form of rehabilitation.”

“Wait! This is cruel and unusual punishment!”

“No, babe, cruel would have been if you’d died in that explosion. And I would have been the one punished for the rest of my life if I’d lost you.”

Mia turned her head to him, the look in his eyes causing her heart to hitch. He was right. This all could have been avoided if she’d only obeyed him. Sliding her hand from her bottom, she nodded, accepting his right to carry out the sentence. Her acquiesce didn’t make the spanking easier to take. His hand was huge and hard, but for some reason she couldn’t explain, it just felt right.

 

The Mercenary’s Girl by Emily Tilton

Tess hoped for one wild moment that Jack would do something. Ever since he had said the strange thing about having to make it hurt, as, trembling, she felt her panties taken down for a public whipping, Tess hadn’t been able to escape the feeling that he understood her terrible dilemma more deeply than she did herself. Now, desperately, she looked at him, filled with the certainty that he must stop this awful thing that seemed to make a mockery of Tess’ confusion and conflict, her struggle against the dark force of her relationship with Jeffrey.

Three weeks ago, when Tess had heard Jack say that he had to whip her hard, her newly-exposed pussy had clenched, and she had felt the wetness flow so urgently that her face blazed like the sun, but she had had not the faintest idea why. When he had told her to take hold of the opposite edge of the table, and begun to bring his belt down, it had felt so different from when Jeffrey had spanked her or whipped her. Something in his voice, something in the hand he laid on the small of her back, controlling her, seemed to say that while Jeffrey punished her only to take out his aggression and for an erotic thrill, Jack had something different in mind.

I have to make it hurt. That was what he had said. He had seemed to mean that he knew the necessity of complying with Jeffrey’s command that Tess be thoroughly punished for speaking out of turn. But she had never been able to rid herself of the feeling that Jack had really meant something else. She couldn’t push that feeling away even now, when he had gone to get the toy-box that held the vibrating dildo with which Jeffrey brought the girls to orgasm after disciplining them but whose other contents Tess had never known. She kept thinking, despite everything, He loves me.

“Tess, darling,” Jeffrey said in the cultured voice that always conveyed more menace than she thought the roughest lower-class accent from the London docks might have done, “take off your dress.”

 

Slave for a Day: An Idan a Svali Novella by Jane Henry

“My lord, the men of the inner sanctum are not…nice men,” he says.

I clench my jaw and nod. I have already surmised as much. “Yes, of course,” I say.

“If they detect that you are treating her with kindness, they will suspect you–”

“I understand,” I interrupt. Svali’s eyes widen. I pull the chain that binds her to me and bring her ear to my mouth. “I may take you beyond where you are comfortable, lovely,” I whisper. “But I promise you two things. First, that I will do whatever I can be ensure you like it. And second, that you can always trust me.”

 

The Rangers Shotgun Bride by Maddie Taylor

His boot heels rang out across the wood floor as he approached. She watched as he pulled off his hat, and dropped it on one of the benches, his actions contradicting his comment that he had to go. Before she could ask if something was wrong, he slid her book from her fingers, set it aside, and with both hands clasping hers, tugged her to her feet.

They stood close. He was so tall—an attribute she liked about him, a lot—she had to angle her head back to look up at him. Just as she did, he bent toward her, his large palms warmly bracketing her face, and much to her surprise and great delight, he kissed her.

Soft, at first, when she moved a step closer, welcoming his advance, one arm slid around her waist, hauling her up against him as he deepened the kiss. As he pressed her close, their bodies melded together, supple and curved to hard and well-muscled, just like in all her daydreams. Breathless immediately, she became more so when his tongue slipped inside her mouth. It searched out every nook and cranny, the intimacy robbing her of rational thought and making her legs limp as noodles. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him to keep from slithering as though boneless to the floor when he lifted his lips moments later.

“Amelia, darlin’.” His husky voice rumbling low in the chest pressed hard to her breasts made them tingle more than they already were. “We’ve grown close these past few months. I want you to remember how you feel at this exact moment.”

“How could I forget?” she asked dreamily, seeing that it was the best moment of her life.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

 

Her Protector by Annabel Joseph

He was dancing on her last nerve, and she wasn’t in the mood for a cha-cha, not after all that had happened. “Don’t come at me with your authoritative, angsty government-agent posturing.” She looked around their claustrophobic cabin. “I’m not in the mindset to put up with it.”

Far from being deflated by her scathing warning, he leaned in on bulging arms and pinned her with his gaze. “Sorry to be so authoritative, Cracky, but I’m in charge of your safety.”

“Did you just call me Cracky?”

“Until we get the all-clear from the DOD, you’re under my protection.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking protection!”

His blue eyes darkened as he frowned. “I asked you not to use coarse language, Miss Park. Here are the rules of our sojourn together, which you will follow whether you like it or not.”

As she spluttered in irritation, he leaned an elbow on the table and ticked off each order on his fingers. “Number one, we respect each other. That’s non-negotiable. Number two, no leaving this cabin, not for any reason. Number three, no contact with the outside world. You can’t leave any physical or digital footprint that might be traced.”

“But my friends, my parents, when they can’t reach me—”

“We’ve left an outgoing message on your voicemail and email, letting everyone know that you’ve taken an impromptu cruise to the Bahamas. Wyckoff’s watching your apartment and picking up your mail. If anyone gets suspicious, the security division will take care of it. They know how to make it look like people aren’t missing.”

“This is bullshit. All of this is utter, freaking craziness.”

He sighed. “Language. This is your third warning.”

“My third warning?” She snorted. “I know you’re old, but you’re not my dad. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I can, to an extent. I’m your commanding officer right now, and I make the rules.”

“What if I don’t follow your rules?” Rowan sassed, not quite recklessly enough to add an expletive. “What happens then? A court martial?”

She could see, visually see, some last tendon of patience snap behind his patrician regard. “If you keep pushing me, you’re going to end up over my lap, getting taught some manners for both our sakes. And it won’t be one of those fun spankings you perv on your phone in the break room. It’ll be the kind that makes you wish for a court martial instead…”

 

Cherry on Top by Katherine Deane

“Did you just spank me?”

The grin in her eyes told him it wasn’t an accident. “I wanted to see what you would do.” “Here’s what I’d do.”

He moved quickly and flipped her over onto her tummy and yanked her up onto her knees as she squealed. Crack! He brought his hand down onto her plump ass cheeks, loving the sound it made as it echoed through the room. Three more times, he spanked her hard while she let out a sound that was a combination of a yelp and a laugh. “More, little girl?”

 

The Honey Trap by Lucy Wild

“Yes, Sir,” I said, the words coming out without me thinking about them. I did as he asked, leaning over a wooden table that was in the middle of the room, pointing my ass towards him. It should have been too much, too fast. I’d turned up to work behind a bar and now I was bent over far enough for my skirt to ride up the back of my thighs. But it didn’t feel like that. I was too swept up in the excitement of the moment to think about things properly. Maybe if I had, I would have hesitated. But I didn’t.

He walked up behind me and before I had chance to brace myself, his hand slapped down on my ass. I let out a yelp of pain, the stinging heat still spreading through my buttocks when his hand slapped down again. “You’re mine,” he snarled. “And I want you to know what it’s like to be owned by me.” Another smack, this time lower, nearer to the back of my thighs. “To be marked by me.”

 

The Strategy of Love by Alyssa Bailey

Kayla loved the play. The little taps were stingy but not uncomfortable. She loved the way it made her pink bits twitch and her breasts tingle. She watched him roll her over and felt him lay three substantial swats to her right cheek, and her juices flowed.

“Mmm, do it again.” She looked over at him.

Hunter raised his right eyebrow and hummed. “My baby likes a little slap and tickle, huh?”

“Please,” she begged.

He rolled her to slap the other cheek. “Now open so I can see how wet you are for me.”

This time she spread them wide. The heat from those few smacks made her warm all over. She’d always known she was intrigued by spanking, but no one had ever spanked her before. She’d been a good kid, but she could learn how to be naughty in the bedroom if she could get these types of results. Kayla lifted her pelvis to help him find her treasures and yelped at the slap on her pussy. She grunted her surprise.

“I’m the boss in here, Kayla. I’ll decide what you need. And I think what you need now is me.”

Kayla watched as Hunter took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked with ever increasing strength as he made her writhe with flames of passion. He loved the other breast equally before kissing down her belly. Kayla felt him nip at her labia before peeling back her lower lips to expose the slippery center. She felt herself panic.

Her very experienced girlfriend in college once told her, “Men don’t really like to taste women, Kayla, didn’t anyone ever tell you before?”

“Don’t… I mean, I don’t expect you to.”

He stopped, poised above her most intimate area. “Good to know, but are you saying you don’t like it, or you don’t think I’ll like it?”

“I don’t know if I’ll like it because…” she shrugged her shoulders slightly, “… well, I know guys don’t like it.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know who told you that, but it’s a lie. Men love it. This man loves it.”

“Oh.” He resumed his task. “Mmm, that feels so nice.”

 

Justice, Roughly by Amelia Smarts

He was glaring at her, his eyes flashing with anger and his lips set in a firm line. A tick in his jaw indicated he was gritting his teeth, and the scar that tracked his face seemed especially pronounced. She’d never seen a man looking as fierce as Wyatt appeared in that moment. She found it hard to believe he was the same gentle, soft-spoken man she’d gotten to know.

Her heart continued to pound, now anxious over Wyatt’s obvious displeasure. She wasn’t sure what had angered him until he spoke. He strode the few steps to her and grasped her arm. “You have a death wish, woman?” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “What were you thinking, drawing your gun on a man having words with me? He could have killed you!”

“I, I wanted to protect you,” she stammered, trying to wrench her arm free, to no avail. His grip wasn’t tight enough to inflict anything worse than discomfort, but it was unyielding.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Elsie,” he bellowed. “I don’t need any woman coming in the middle of my argument with another man, putting herself in danger on my behalf.” He gave her a shake. “You listening to me, woman?”

She’d never seen this severe, chastising side to Wyatt, and she felt desperate for him to understand her motivation. “But it’s not your fight, it’s mine. And you’re injured! I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

“I would much prefer for me to lose a fistfight than for you to lose a gunfight… or win one, for that matter, and end up in prison!” He walked with purpose toward the front of the barn, hauling her along with him.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, though she had a strong suspicion of his intention when he dragged her in the direction of the bench.

He sat down and hauled her over his knee, then wrapped his other leg over hers, pinning her in place. His left hand fell in such a hard swat on her clothed bottom that she gasped and arched upward.

“Teaching you a lesson about safety,” he growled. He grasped the waist of her trousers and tugged them down, while she squirmed helplessly between his legs pinning her in place.

She felt mortified when the cool morning air wafted over her bare bottom. Before when he’d spanked her, she’d felt some measure of control. Now she felt like a bad little girl, helpless to prevent her punishment, especially when he proceeded with giving her naked backside a proper, no-nonsense tanning. Sharp swats peppered her bottom and the tops of her thighs, causing such a sting that tears flooded her eyes nearly immediately.

 

Saving Sarah by BJ Wane

The front legs of Travis’s tilted back chair hit the floor with a resounding thud the minute he spotted Sarah Thompson entering The Raging Bull. His Sarah. Narrowing his eyes, he took in the new hairstyle and sexy as sin clothes and swore under his breath. Just what the hell was she up to? Seated at a back, corner table in order to better observe the patrons without notice, he watched her skip onto the dance floor, surprised at the rapid surge of possessiveness strangling him. He’d been attracted to the cute baker for weeks, enjoyed giving her a hard time and fantasized about getting that soft, round body under him. It took seeing her smiling at other men, lapping up being in their arms to consider moving faster in his pursuit.

There were three men he’d spotted during the last two hours of undercover surveillance whom he thought bore watching closer. One of them just cut in with Sarah and brought him to his feet. Striding toward them, he caught the subtle shift of the man’s hands toward her ass and her quick scowl, the one his cock always responded to. With a tap on the man’s shoulder, Travis ignored his glare and shouldered him aside.

“My turn.” Before Sarah could blurt out and call him Chief, he swooped down and covered her startled gasp with his mouth, pulling her up against him just as the band switched to a slow ballad.

She stiffened at first, then melted against him, her low moan filling his mouth, her swift surrender taking him by surprise. It took a sharp nip to her plump, lower lip, to encourage her to open. Delving in, he explored the warm recesses of her mouth with teasing strokes and felt her immediate response in the hardening of her nipples against his chest. Who would’ve known his prim and proper baker possessed such a sensuous streak?

Releasing that responsive mouth with reluctance, he whispered above her damp lips, “Don’t call me Chief. I’ll explain later. What the hell are you doing here, Sarah?”

 

The Scarlet Stiletto by Maggie Carpenter

He’d just laid his trousers over the chair against the wall when he heard a gentle knock. Realizing he was still wearing his socks, he half-hopped-half-walked across the room as he pulled them off. A woman had once told him, a man in his socks and boxers was about the most unattractive thing she could imagine. Boxers and an undershirt could be sexy, but not boxers and socks. Slightly out of breath, and determined he would not be sharing Ruby’s bed, he opened the door.

“Hi,” she said softly, gazing at him, her blue eyes inviting more than a perfunctory response.

He could feel his resolve melting away. Standing before him was a Goddess cloaked in shimmering pink. The thin silky satin nightgown floating around her body highlighted every curve, her nipples were pressing urgently against the flimsy fabric, then his eyes fell to her lips, her unbelievably lusciously kissable lips.

“I want you,” she whispered, closing the foot of space between them and circling her arms around his neck. “I don’t care about what’s right or wrong, I don’t care about tomorrow morning, I don’t care about morals or virtues or any of that. I want you, I need you, and if you think badly of me, so be it. Please, Patrick, please make love to me.”

The embers burning inside him flared into a white hot flame, and swooping her up he carried her to the bed, laid her down, and resting his weight on top of her, he dropped his lips on hers. He kissed her holding nothing back, exposing his hungry need as he crushed her lips, praying she would know his fervent desire for her was based on more than just lust, and when he finally broke away, his heart was pounding, his cock was standing at full attention, and he was completely breathless. Raising his gaze he found her panting as he was, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes half-lidded. For a moment he thought she was about to speak, but she didn’t, instead moaning her pleasure and raising her chest, silently begging his lips to visit her breasts.

He wanted to slow things down, but his burning fever had taken control, and as he traveled his mouth to her cleavage, his hands moved to the thin spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders. Sliding them down, exposing her luscious mounds, he dove his mouth from one nipple to the next, hungrily sucking as he listened to her utterances of joy, then hastily sliding off her gown and tossing it aside, he pushed his fingers into her naked sex. She cried out and wriggled against his touch, and as he thrust his finger into her soaked strait, he heard himself groan. Rising up he tore off his undershirt and boxers, then laying back on top of her, he pushed her legs apart with his own, and rested his cock against her sex.

 

A Thief for the Duke by Megan Michaels

But then it begged the question. How did Miss Henrietta become a street urchin, begging and stealing to eat? Did she have a family? These were questions he’d find answers to, unraveling the mystery of one Miss Henrietta Leticia Beaumont.

“Stop tugging at that damnable dress before you tatter it more than it already is, and look at me when I’m speaking, girl.”

“Must you always be so gruff? I’ve done nothing to incur this attitude.” Her eyes narrowed, her lips thinning. The pert tilt of her chin made him want to pinch it between his thumb and forefinger, kissing her plump, red lips—hard.

“Well, your situation says otherwise, my dear. You actually did do something to invite both attitude and correction. First, you stole. This is both a breaking of not only the public law but also the moral code of ethics. Second, your impertinent, sassy mouth has caused you to sit on what I’m assuming is a still very sore little bottom. If I’m wrong about this, and I’ll know in a jiffy by your continued bratty behavior, I’ll rectify the matter straight away. But this time, Miss Ettie, I assure you there will be nothing between your arse and my hand.”

Even though it was only infinitesimally, her eyes widened before she quickly righted them again. And damn if Charles didn’t love it, she tilted her chin up again, this time a little higher, sniffing loudly through her nose, refusing to respond.

Charles loved a good game of chess or the clash of swords, and it appeared he’d found someone to duel with. “I tally two cheeky responses, girl. Once we hit four, your recompense will commence. You’ve been warned.”

She shifted on the seat, and he assumed her backside was more than likely goose bumped with dread, and he delighted in the thought. His penis stirred at the immediate visualization of her upended, her rosy bare bottom jiggling and her cunny pressed against him. And almost simultaneously, his hand involuntarily twitched, aching to bring the fantasy to life.

“I think we should talk about the school and some of the expectations, as well as what the Magistrate has ordered for your stay, which is minimal, I may add.”

 

The Officer’s Little Girl by Meredith O’Reilly

With a firm grasp of her, I moved to the side and fastened with the provided cuff and strap to one corner of the bed. I made quick work of doing the same to the other foot leaving her legs spread wide and the lovely curls she’d teased me with on full display. Proceeding to the top of the bed, I quickly restrained her wrists as well. When she was spread eagle, I took a step back and enjoyed the view.

“Adam,” Chloe whined, wiggling around as she tested her restraints. I hadn’t made them so tight that she wouldn’t be able to move. I didn’t want her to injure herself.

“Quiet,” I commanded, snapping the flogger against her stomach. It was lightweight, made of soft deerskin, and perfect for beginners. I knew it wouldn’t cause her pain, but instead bring attention to the area. I flicked again, slightly lower. “When you came to this resort, you agreed that I would be the dominant. As such, I’m the one who decides what we do and when we’ll do it. Trying to tease, and manipulate me into doing what you want to do is known as topping from the bottom. This is unacceptable, and will result in a punishment for you. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her reply coming out in a breathy whisper. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her pupils beginning to dilate. My naughty girl was turned on with me firmly in control…excellent.

As a reward, I gave her pussy a couple of thwacks and watched with delight as her back bowed off the bed. For now, I enjoyed her uninhibited reaction. In the future, however, I’d want her to stay still; it would enhance her pleasure.

“We’re going to do a bit of practicing,” I announced. There was no time like the present to start her training. “You’ll get my lash on various parts of your body. Your tits,” I landed a light stroke there, “your thighs.” She received another well-place swat, “and all points in between. I want you to stay still. For every move you make, you’ll earn another stroke and double the time I make you wait for an orgasm. Understand?”

“How long must I wait?”

“Sir”

“How long, Sir?”

“That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”

 

A Taste for Red by Piper Stone

“All right, asshole. Let’s see what you have.” Shanna Jacobs shoved the Glock in the pocket of her jacket, threw her leg over the Harley and buckled her helmet. She kicked the stand into the up position and revved the engine. Mr. Jerkoff thought he could get away. Well, he had another thing coming. She eased the bike out from the alley and waited, watching as he slid into the Corvette. He had no idea she was on his tail. The elusive Stoker Wilde, the perp she’d been following for a solid week, didn’t have his entourage with him. Mistake. Bad mistake.

Chuckling, she idled as he started the engine, then she rolled out to the curb. No matter where he went, she would follow.

He roared out of the parking lot, flooring the engine within seconds. She hunkered down and followed closely behind, weaving her way through the darkened city streets. How many nights had she staked out the man who her client believed was responsible for at least two deaths? How many times had he alluded her? Too many. Not tonight. She’d learned all about his weaknesses for wine and women. On this sizzling summer evening, she’d take him down singlehandedly.

Stoker picked up speed, running several red lights as he made his way out of the city. She knew his destination, had learned everything about a man believing himself to be the King. As wind whipped through her hair, she lowered her body toward the handlebars. She had one last chance to catch Stoker in illegal activities before her client walked, securing another investigator. That shit wasn’t going to happen on her watch. She was the best at what she did.

Accelerating out of the city limits he picked up speed, racing past the last of the titty bars and massage parlors, his bread and butter in criminal activity. All she had to do to complete the lucrative assignment was confirm his relationship with the most powerful man in the city. Pictures were worth a thousand words and in her case, ten thousand dollars, money she desperately needed. The prize was worth the danger.

Shanna was careful, remaining behind two cars and a van. After losing him for a few seconds, she craned her neck as he made a sharp turn. No way you’re getting away from me. Ten seconds later she made the same turn and gasped. Flashing blue lights blinded her and she skidded, the bike shifting in a perpendicular manner. She noticed the Bronco crisscrossing the road just seconds before she slammed on her breaks. Where the hell did Stoker go? “Fuck!”

Wham!

Stars floated in front of her eyes as she rolled across the pavement. She was cognizant enough to hear her beloved Harley crash into an immovable object, the crunch matching her high-pitched scream. The mother fucker had figured out he was being tailed. Then what were the blue lights about? She landed with a hard thud. Every muscle ached like a son of a bitch. There was no way she could pass out. She’d never be seen again. Struggling to move, she managed to turn over, and dug her fingers into the dirt as she opened her eyes. She could vaguely make out a set of cowboy boots and long legs closing the distance.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

The flashlight beam cut her vision to scattered streams of light. Shanna groaned as she pushed up from the ground. Woozy, she blinked, trying to focus and was unable to see any details of his face. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“I should ask you the same question. You’re lucky to be alive.”

 

Revenge Served Hot by Sophie Kisker

“Sir? If I promise to obey you in every way, will you keep me safe from him?”

He took a step back, then turned away from me. I risked a glance up. His fists were clenched tight, and when I looked at the side of his face, I saw the vein that always popped out when he was stressed or upset. My question had gotten to him.

“Are you sure you’d be safer with me than with him?”

I took a moment to answer. “Yes. I am.”

He let out a breath and turned back to me.

“I’m not the man you thought you knew. I am not a nice man. I won’t promise to be fair. I will punish you sometimes just because I enjoy hearing you cry. There won’t be any safe words. And forget about any tenderness.”

My mind flashed back to my dreams. “But I’ll be alive.”

He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes.”

A weight that I didn’t realize I was holding slid off me. I had a protector on my side. Now I had to hold up my end of the deal.

 

The Arms I Run To by Stevie MacFarlane

J.R. watched her. God she was beautiful and oh so foolish. She was taunting him, angry because he knew all her secrets. Still, it was not necessary to put herself in any more danger than she already had. Then he did something he never did, something completely against the rules. He keyed his mic, flipped a switch that connected him to her office and only her office.

“Put is out, Miss Bradley,” he said in warning. “Smoking is bad for you.”

She laughed; a bitter sound that rubbed against his nerves like sandpaper.

“This whole place is bad for me,” she snorted indelicately. “Don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on here,” she jeered. “You’re all nothing but a pack of miserable lap dogs, spying for your master. Fuck you…whatever your name is.” Her voice trailed off as she turned away.

She heard the faint hum stop and knew he’d disconnected. Bastard! Walking to the bathroom she tossed the butt of her smoke into the toilet and flushed it away. Unfortunately the jerk was right.

 

Monster by Jennifer Bene

“Open your mouth.” José nudged the metal of the gun under my chin, lifting until I was looking up at him. His lips twitched and then he slapped me, the blunt, stinging force of it sending me to the floor as pain bloomed across my cheek, aching.

“Please, I just want to leave. You can keep the money, you can —”

“We can do whatever we want.” José slapped me hard again, and I crumpled against the gritty concrete, cried out, pleaded nonsense words as Diego dragged me up by my hair again, ponytail gone — and for some fucked up reason that was what my brain focused on.

Even as the tears streaked my cheeks, and he ripped my head back harder and the pain spread, I wondered where the little hair band had gone. Like it’s going to fucking matter once Paulo says they can have you.

I whimpered as the reality set in, as my hopeless stupidity settled over me, and then José tapped my lips with the gun. “Open.”

This time I listened, and before there was even enough room he pushed it in, scraping my teeth until I widened enough for it not to clatter against them. I wasn’t strong anymore, couldn’t fight while kneeling between them with a fucking gun in my mouth. No, I was losing it. I was crying, hot tears fighting the chill on my skin even though it was over ninety outside. Outside of this hellhole, where no one knew where I fucking was.

They’re going to kill you when they’re done.

“That’s nice, looks good. Real pretty. You like the taste of my gun?” José smiled above me, rubbing the bitter weapon back and forth over my tongue, just at the height of his hips. “Answer me.”

Oouhh!” I tried to say no, but it was hard to enunciate with the thick, black metal pressing deeper into my mouth. He shoved it forward then, gagging me, but Diego jerked my head back into place when I flinched and I caught his eyes. Hungry, merciless, and the grin told me just how much he was enjoying this.

 

 

About the Authors

Alyssa Bailey

International Bestselling author Alyssa Bailey is the author of eighteen books including the Chase Abbey historical series and the O’Connors rancher series. As a Texan living in Alaska, she has plenty of material for her spanking and power exchange stories, all complete with happily ever afters that make you feel good.

Amelia Smarts

Amelia Smarts is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of domestic discipline/spanking romances, usually involving a cowboy, always involving a firm hand and a scorched ass.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is a romance-loving book-nerd. She writes bestselling contemporary tales about hot, unapologetically-kinky, alpha heroes and the crazy stuff that happens when they fall in love.

Stevie MacFarlane

Best-Selling author Stevie MacFarlane has been writing in her spare time for more than twenty years. While most of her stories are on the sweet side, she never fails to add just enough kink and humor to keep her loyal fans clamoring for more.

Maddie Taylor

USA Today Bestselling Author Maddie Taylor is a multi-genre author with over 30 published titles, with #1’s in the U.S. and Internationally in Erotica, Western, Historical Romance, BDSM, Time Travel, and most recently SciFi. She works with two well-known eBook and print publishers and has had success in self-publishing under her own brand, Breathless Romance.

Sophie Kisker

Sophie Kisker writes erotic romance that sometimes travels a dark and uncomfortable path, before arriving at a happily ever after. She lives in the American Midwest with her husband, son, and the cat, who is really the one in charge.

Emily Tilton

USA Today bestselling author Emily Tilton, whose books have hit number one on Amazon in six different erotica categories, is a married professor who lives in New England and has two wonderful children. Her stories are what she wishes her real sex-life could be.

Katherine Deane

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my hubby of ‘too many years to count’, enjoy spending time with my daughter, love dogs and working any kind of puzzle. I’ve been writing spanking erotic romances for 10 years, the last two with a touch of suspense added.

Lucy Wild

Lucy Wild is a contemporary romance author who specialises in dark romances. She lives on the Yorkshire coast with her partner and their border collie in a house full of books, sweets, and more books.

Maggie Carpenter

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as steamy, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, and exciting unpredictable romance.

Renee Rose

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author.

Megan Michaels

#1 Amazon Bestseller in Erotic Western & Erotic Historical, Megan Michaels writes BDSM Romance that is Contemporary, Western Historical, Sci-Fi, and Victorian. Her books delve into Domestic Discipline, Dominance/submission, and all of them have elements of BDSM.

Trent Evans

A USA Today bestselling author, Trent Evans specializes in several flavors of BDSM erotic romance and erotica.

A long-time resident of the Pacific Northwest, he tends to use his long hours cooped up inside spinning yarns about things he’ll never see or experience — such as sunshine.

A.C. Rose

A.C. Rose is a sex and love journalist who also writes very steamy romance books. As a former editor of an iconic women’s magazine, sexy stories and beautiful men have long been her beat.

Jane Henry

Jane is a bestselling erotic romance author in multiple genres, including contemporary, historical, sci-fi, and fantasy. She pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily ever afters.

Maggie Ryan

USA Today Best Selling and award winning author Maggie Ryan brings you stories that you can disappear into, to experience what might have been or what may be to come. She invites you to curl up in your favorite chair and take a journey and wishes you happy reading.

Annabel Joseph

Annabel Joseph is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of emotionally intense BDSM and erotic romance. She writes mainly contemporary romance, although she’s been known to dabble in the medieval and Regency eras.

Jennifer Bene

Jennifer Bene is the international bestselling author of the Thalia series, and other dark and devious romance and erotica in a variety of genres.

Anya Summers

Anya Summers is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family.

Addison Cain

Pitch black suits Addison Cain’s tastes just right. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.

April Hill

April Hill is a best-selling author of women’s romance, known for her wry humor, sensitive character development and of course, the love.

Claire Conrad

Claire Conrad is a full time writer and chocolate enthusiast who writes sexy alpha males, hot aliens, fantasy lovers and anything else her muse thinks might be fun (or a little naughty). She loves a good red wine, traveling just about anywhere, coffee and is absolutely addicted to a hot read with a happily-ever-after.

Piper Stone

Piper Stone writes in several genres including thrillers, erotic romance, dark erotic, Domestic Discipline, spanking, Domination and submission and traditional romance. She has a love of the non-traditional, preferring to create worlds that defy the imagination. Wine and sous vide cooking are only second to her love of golden retrievers and you might find all three nestled in the pages of a book or two.

Meredith O’Reilly

Meredith O’Reilly is an erotic romance author. She’s full of energy, is obsessed with polka dots, and loves writing sweet stories with a sexy twist!

 

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