The Master of Surprise

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When it comes to being a Dom, he is the Master of surprises.

After the Christmas retreat in their custom-made dungeon at their home, Dom Davis Cathal and his sub, Samantha Merry, decide to take a summer vacation away for a change of scenery. Finding a place that suits their needs and packing the necessary play items for two weeks is a challenge–one they relish in. When a work emergency causes Davis to stay behind an extra day, he instructs Samantha to go alone to set up the place for their play time.

Samantha arrives to find the cottage destination less than ideal. Determined to make the best of it, she goes about the task of preparing for playtime with her Dom. When one too many things go wrong, she is unable to hide her disappointment. Count on Davis to take control and show his sub that with a little discipline, any place is perfect for play and that sometimes disappointments bring about the best surprises.

EXCERPT:

He frowned. When she didn’t answer using the word ‘Sir’, he knew she wasn’t in the mood for playtime. As part of their agreement, they didn’t play the part of Dom/sub twenty-four seven, although as the years went on, she referred to him as ‘Sir’ on a regular basis.

“You don’t seem okay,” he remarked. “Didn’t you enjoy the session out by the lake?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her this time. She rolled over to face him and then sat up. “Yes, I did. Very much.” Anger sparked in her eyes, and he remained quiet to let her get it out. “What I haven’t enjoyed is coming here to see the place in ruins and nothing like it showed when we booked it. I didn’t enjoy having the hot water tap falling off, threatening to flood the house when all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and process. I wanted this vacation to be special. I wanted everything to be the way I thought it would be.”

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No,” she continued. “I want to be mad. I have a right to be mad. I have a right to my feelings. This place isn’t what I thought it would be. And I want to go home.”

He shrugged, swallowing hard to hide the giddy feeling welling up inside. He couldn’t keep the surprise from her any longer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What? This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was funny.” He shook his head. “I’m supporting you being mad.”

“By laughing at me?”

“Samantha.” His voice took on a stern tone. “I’m not laughing at you either.”

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. “I don’t mean to pout. It’s just this,” she gestured around, “isn’t what I signed up for.”

“You mean having the man you love most at your side, helping you through the mishaps of life?”

She glared at him and spoke through clenched teeth. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I also know how attached we can become to an idea, and it bites when reality is different.” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “Sometimes life is just that way.”

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just want to be grumpy about it for a bit, okay?”

Davis leaned over to check the time on his watch that sat on the bedside table. “How long do you think that will take?”

She cracked a smile for the first time since the bathroom incident. “I don’t know. Stop trying to make me laugh.”

He placed his hand over his heart. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He pushed her onto her back and loomed over top of her. “I just want to know how long I should wait before I eat your pussy.”

Surprise registered on her face. “Oh. Well.” She pretended to consider. “I suppose I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” He scrunched his eyebrows in concern. “I don’t want to interrupt your grump-fest.

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‘TWAS THE SPANK BEFORE CHRISTMAS

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all that was heard were screams of delight with love as the safe word.

The night before Christmas Davis Cathal decides to recreate a scene for his sub, Samantha Merry, based on a deliciously sexy poem she wrote for him as a gift. Inspired by the season of giving, he sets up the perfect scene to reward the love of his life and give her the gift that keeps on coming.

EXCERPT:

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Sir smiled to himself,

feeling very much like the grand, jolly old elf.

His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of his girl,

naughty thoughts invading his mind in a whirl.

 

As a finishing touch, he put a bow on the gift,

Love filled his heart and his spirits did lift,

Hoping she would be as excited as he,

to try out what he’d bought and put under the tree.

 

He smoothed a palm down the length of the bench,

 so impatient to tie up his lusty wench,

and tease her, and please her, ‘til she begged for more,

filling her, using her – oh the ideas he had in store!

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The door to the dungeon opened, and Davis’ body took up the space. Her heart skipped a beat. He’d dressed in a suit, no tie, with the top two buttons undone. She loved that look on him, and her pussy pulsed in agreement.

“What happened, my love?” he asked.

So much for the surprise. Despite her arousal, tears filled her eyes, and her cheeks flushed with heat. Forlorn at ruining his surprise, she sniffed to keep from crying.

Davis crouched in front of her, cupping her cheek in his hand. Then he bent forward and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay. No need to be upset. I’ve got you.”

She leaned into his touch, her sadness fading. A stray tear escaped anyway.

Davis brushed it away with his thumb. “Let me help you gather up these things and then I have something to show you.”

Love for her Dom filled her heart, replacing any lingering sadness. “I wanted to surprise you,” she murmured.

“I know.” He placed another loving kiss to her forehead. “And the poem was beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, her voice sounding small even to her ears. In his presence, her body began to relax after the harrowing drive.

“You’re not going to be a pouty girl, now are you?” he teased.

A smile lifted one corner of her mouth, and she gestured with one hand. “I don’t mean to be. It’s just the crowds, then the snowstorm made me a bit on edge on the drive home, then I trip and spill all of my stuff once I get here…ugh. You weren’t supposed to see any of this yet, not until I wrapped it.” Despite her best efforts, her lower lip stuck out in a pout.

Davis leaned in and nipped her lip. “You’re cute when you pout.” He stood and loomed over her. “All right, Sammie-girl—take off your coat, get it all together, and I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” And with that he disappeared into the dungeon.

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Davis slipped off her panties, and used the cuffs he’d set on the table to attach her ankles to the back legs of the horse. Then he cuffed her wrists tight to the front post. Running a hand over her back, he could feel every muscle in her body relax. He loved to feel her reaching for that space inside of herself, and he felt blessed to be the one she trusted to bring her there.

An idea struck him, and he hurried over to the dresser and pulled a ball gag out of one of the drawers. Her eyes widened in delight when he brought it over and stuck it in her mouth, securing it around her head. He wiped a bit of saliva that had already pooled at the corner of her mouth.

He reached over to the table, picked up the flogger, and waved it in front of her face. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he brushed the strands over her face.

Davis trailed the leather strands over her spine as he walked around her to the back of the horse. Her wet cunt glistened in the lights from the Christmas tree. I love how wet she gets from even the thought of a good flogging.

In a teasing manner, he brushed the flogger over her ass cheeks, lightly tapping them against her skin. Samantha moaned louder.

He raised the flogger up into the air. As he brought it down onto her flesh, he said, “Merry Christmas, my girl. Tomorrow you’ll be sore.”

HEAT, HEART & HUMOR! Toys, Sex, and Other Ways to Spice Up Your Life

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Love is the key spice in the recipe of life.

Max Harder long suspected that his ex-girlfriend, Callie, had broken up with him because of another man—her best friend, Tom. In an effort to understand Callie better, Max befriends Tom, and a new friendship is forged. Max sets in motion their plan to show Callie she doesn’t have to choose between them, and that her wildest dreams can come true.

But when Max’s pet capuchin monkey falls ill, their love-lives get turned upside down by more than sex toys and wild fantasies. The pair discovers that family comes in all shapes and sizes, and love is the key spice in the recipe of life.

EXCERPT #1:

Candlelight flickered from the living room, causing shadows to dance over the walls. The scent of vanilla wafted toward her. An assortment of brightly colored carnations—her favorite flower—were displayed in a vase on an end table. Strawberries and cream in a serving bowl sat on the coffee table. This had all the markings of a romantic seduction. Not what she’d had in mind when he’d called.

The scene before her confused her fragile ego. On the one hand, she was touched he’d gone to so much trouble to remember her favorite things. On the other, she didn’t feel a booty call was worth this much effort.

The urge to run away overrode all other feelings. She whipped around only to bump smack dab into his big wall of a body. He caught her elbows when she stumbled, and he steadied her.

“I know what this looks like,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I’m not trying to seduce you, Callie. I wanted to set up some of your favorite things so you’d feel comfortable, so you could relax while we talked.” He stepped closer to her until his lips were tracing the shell of her ear. “Don’t get me wrong—I’d love to sink my cock into your juicy, wet cunt.” She shivered at his words, and she felt him smile against her ear. “I see you like that thought too. I haven’t forgotten how much you like me talking dirty in your ear.” Max held her at arm’s length. “But we need to talk first.”

 

EXCERPT #2:

Callie swallowed hard. “I want you both. I need you both in my life.”

Tom chuckled. “We are so glad to hear you say that.” He slung an arm around her shoulder, and hugged her to him.

Callie slumped into him, and yawned. Max grinned at her, and chucked her on the chin. “Why don’t we get some sleep?”

Her eyebrows scrunched together. “Together?”

Max shrugged. “Why not? I’ve got a king-sized bed, and I think we both want to hold you.” He stood and offered his hand. Tom pushed himself off the couch and held out a hand too. “What do you say?” Max asked.

Callie grinned from ear to ear and took each of their hands. “I’d like that.”

Max’s heart pumped a happy rhythm in his chest as they pulled her to her feet. As he led the way to his bedroom, he remarked, “You know my sister is in a committed threesome, and they’re happy. I’m sure we can make this work.”

“Yeah,” Callie said, “but I thought the three of them were in to each other. I don’t really see you two being…in to each other.”

Tom laughed. “Can’t say as I want to fuck you, bro.”

Max snorted. “Same here.”

Callie stopped short, holding up their love train. “Then why are we doing this?”

Max shook his head, and pulled her into his room. “This isn’t about Tom and me wanting a sexual relationship with each other. It’s about us wanting an intimate relationship with you. It means we share you. And we don’t have to be sexually attracted to each other to have a bond with you, or for us to love each other as friends.”

“Yeah.” Tom scooped her into his arms, and she shrieked. He carried her over to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress. “Max is a great friend, and I can see why you love him so much. When I got over my jealousy, I realized he and I could be good friends too. And if it means I don’t have to lose you, it’s a win-win all around.”

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Chocolate, Sex and Other Tasty Treats for the Soul

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Blurb:

As far as Marnie is concerned—two’s company, and three is never a crowd.

Marnie Harder wants to find love like everyone else. The only catch—she desires to be the third in couple. She has her sights set on her hot neighbor, Madison Williams, and her boyfriend, Drake Ellison. The night Madison knocks on Marnie’s door to borrow some sugar, Marnie gets a taste of something sweet. And when Madison’s boyfriend joins the party, Marnie binges on more than the candy he brings with him.

Leave it to her family and her brother’s meddling monkey to spoil the morning after. But in the wake of candy wrappers, wild passion, and broken furniture, will Marnie be left craving more, or will love sweeten the deal?

Excerpt:

A flush stole over her body at the sight of her sexy, redheaded neighbour, Madison Williams. Calm down, woman. She has a boyfriend, remember?
Madison and her tall, blond, blue-eyed god-of-a-boyfriend, Drake Ellison, had moved into the apartment next to hers a month ago. Upon first glance at the couple, Marnie had been mesmerized. She’d even done something lame and baked a cake for them as a housewarming gift once the couple had settled in.
The visit had been difficult for Marnie, tongue-tied and incoherent in their presence. Her attraction to the two of them rocketed off the charts, and she hadn’t found the courage to express her interest. Despite that fact, she’d visited with them numerous times since delivering the cake.
Marnie had heard their passionate moans emanating from their apartment at all hours of the day. They didn’t seem to mind if the entire building heard them having sex. Guilt shot through her stomach when she recalled a time or two she’d gotten off to the sound of their lovemaking. She shook her head. They haven’t given me any indication they are anything but straight. No wonder I have a hard time talking to them. I’ve got to get these stupid fantasies out of my head.
Madison knocked again, and Marnie put a hand over her heart, which was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Her cunt pulsed as she caught sight of Madison’s tongue darting out to wet her lips. An image of Madison on her knees between Marnie’s thighs flashed through her mind, making her swallow a groan.
Get a grip! Tightening the sash on her robe, she checked to make sure all body parts were covered. She could pretend she didn’t have the hots for Madison. Sure, I can do that. Madison probably needs something. I will pretend I don’t need her.
Cripes. Marnie gulped, unlocked the door, and drew back the chain. Opening the door a crack, she squeaked, “Can I help you?” Shoot me now.
When Madison’s gaze dipped in the direction of the V in her robe, Marnie’s nipples pebbled. Her gaze met Marnie’s again when she spoke. “I hope so. I’m looking for some sugar.”

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Lan thought life passed her by, so she decided to catch up with it.

Middle-age divorcee Lan Bellas-Ducharme comes to realize she is not the “Plain Jane” she had been made to believe she was. Suddenly faced with an abundance of choices, she explores sexuality and comes to realize that her actuality is obscured by the many layers of superficial integrity imposed on her over the years.

Eventually, Lan realizes it is not her charge to fit societal norms, and accepts her long-time friend Kate as a loving companion. But Lan needs one more thing to find absolution—a true loving man. With Kate’s help, she realizes that she must put her faith in the ageless power gifted to mankind at the dawn of time—her sexuality. She shows her truth, and accepts what it brings to her.

 

EXCERPT:

Such Choices we make—Such Things define us

Brett walked Lan to Kate’s door at eight-fifteen. Tom answered, peering at Lan with an ogling gaze as she offered her hand. He led them into the living room, where he got his first look at Kate, who sat listening to music on an MP3 player. Her dark blue eyes sparkled as she stood to greet them, offering him a brief, flirting smile as she greeted Lan with a kiss on the lips.

“You look so sweet in that!” she exclaimed as she looked Lan up and down.

“You too,” replied Lan, noting the tennis outfit she wore.

Patting his back, Tom quipped, “They bought matching outfits this morning.”

Brett wasn’t aware of the girl’s plans for the evening. He was looking forward to a short visit, after which he would invite Lan back to his place and try to repeat their last date, but he found himself gawking as the girls sat next to each other—their hair in ponytails, their feet in sneakers with ankle high socks.

Tom handed each of the girls a glass of white wine, then turned to Brett asking, “Wine or beer?”

“Beer’s fine,” he replied.

Handing Brett a bottle, Tom asked, “Sure I can’t interest you in a wine? You might not want beer on your breath… considering the occasion.”

“Occasion?” he asked, “What occasion? Did I miss something?”

Noting his dumbfounded look, Kate leaned forward and asked, “Yeah, Tom… what occasion?” Turning to Lan, she urged, “Hey, help me in the kitchen for a sec.”

Curiosity gripped him as they scooted off. Listening carefully, he heard Kate ask, “Didn’t you tell him?”

“Tell him what?” asked Lan, “This was your arrangement.”

His eyes widened as he heard Kate’s muffled voice say, “Your panties… hand ’em over.”

Dumbfounded, he looked at Tom with wide eyes and asked quietly, “Did I hear that right?”

“Shh,” urged Tom, “Listen.”

“Kate,” whined Lan, “You first.”

“There,” she answered, “Satisfied? Now hand ’em over.”

He heard a drawer slam closed as Kate quipped, “We’ll see how long it takes for someone to notice.”

“Don’t notice right away,” urged Tom, “Play along.”

Kate strutted back with Lan sauntering behind. She stood in front of them and announced, “Lan’s panties are in the utensil drawer.”

“Kate!” blurted Lan, swatting her.

“Aren’t they always?” asked Tom.

Brett spoke up, “Now I know I’m missing something.”

Kate approached him as Lan sat on the sofa offering Tom a weak punch on the arm. She leaned in smiling and asked in a low tone, “So, Brett, what were you thinking of doing tonight?”

Sipping the beer Tom offered him he answered, “I was coming to meet you guys…then I figured we’d go back to my place.”

“What were you going to do at your place that…you couldn’t do here?”

“Well…I’ll be honest. I’m hoping…you know…”

But as he answered, his attention was drawn to Tom’s hand caressing Lan’s thigh. As Kate sat on the arm of the chair he asked, “Are we maybe going to do here…what I was going to…” His eyes darted around the room from one soul to the next as he sipped his beer.

Lan looked over to him with her chin on Tom’s shoulder, as if looking for him to answer his own question. He put the beer on the coffee table stating as calmly as he could, “Well…I suppose I shouldn’t drink then.” He sat back in the chair, nervously asking, “So… is there some order of operations or something?”

“Stop, silly.” quipped Kate, leaning in, forehead to forehead. “It’s new to me too,” she whispered, “So let’s figure it out.”

“How about those two?” He asked as their attention turned to Tom kissing Lan’s neck on the sofa.

She whispered back, “They just look like they know what they’re doing because Lan read a book…they’re as confused as we are.”

He watched in amazement as Lan pulled off her top. A wave of heat overcame him at the thought of what was about to transpire. This was something he had longed for and sought, even at the expense of being told he was a real douche. He gave up asking for it when one too many girls broke up with him for doing so, but now he stumbled right into his fantasy, thinking to himself, these things really do happen as blood surged into his manhood, engorging it to bone-hard warmth.

His attention was pleasantly interrupted by warm breath on his left ear. He turned to meet Kate’s sparkling eyes. Leaning in for a kiss, he was surprised as she pushed out her hand to stop him.

“The only thing we don’t do is kiss,” she whispered, “Not on the lips… that’s for lovers.”

“Fair enough,” he mumbled, placing his palm across her naked right thigh and sliding his hand between her knees. She gave a peep of approval as her hand fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. Brett finished unbuttoning it himself, discarding it as she leaned in to kiss his chest and belly. He settled back in the chair, anxiously awaiting her carnal advance as his phallus throbbed beneath his pants.

She moved in front and dropped to her knees. As he raised his hips, she tugged his shorts off, leaving him in his boxers. He took a brief look at Lan, reclined into the sofa with her legs slightly agape, Tom knelt before her, kissing her knees and thighs.

His gaze shifted to Kate, smiling up at him as she massaged his raging wand through his boxers. As she pulled the elastic waistband down a few inches, his swollen head emerged. Her eyes opened wide as she laid eyes on her first extramarital indulgence.

He gave a soft, low groan as the moist firmness of her tongue flicked the tip of his pole, pressed against his fuzzy pelvis by the elastic waistband. She dropped them a little further—halfway down the shaft as it jumped, trying to free itself.

He shot a look to the sofa to see if Tom had dropped his pants, hoping to know if his length and girth measured up. But his shorts were still on. His only reference, for now at least, would be Kate’s reaction. He looked down again just as she teased his length—pulling the waistband down and pressing her tongue against the base of his engorged post, then working her way to the tip, where she offered a sassy smile, kissing the over-sized bulb.

He took in a deep breath as he felt her pull his boxers off. His stiff meat pointed skyward, wagging back and forth until her small hand wrapped around his meaty girth. Tucking his chin to his chest, he watched half his throbbing post disappear under the blonde head at his lap and felt the moist warmth of her inviting mouth as she took him in. Bolts of bliss ran the length of his living shaft as she bathed it in the moist tissues inside her cheeks. As she bobbed up and down, her blonde hair fell over his tummy and thighs. He stared at the eroticism so suddenly offered only moments ago, stunned that it was being so pleasantly fulfilled.

Again he looked to the sofa, where Lan lay back with her legs spread wide, her butt at the edge of the cushion. Her feet were tip-toe on the floor with little sneaker-socks on them and she was still wearing that cute tennis-style skirt, now folded up over her tummy while Tom tasted her pelvis like a honey pot. Most of her face lay hidden behind her full auburn hair, but he saw her mouth was wide open and could picture her pleasured look as Tom swabbed his tongue over the sensitive tissue of her divine invitation.

Your wife is giving me head, he thought as he watched Tom pressing his lips against Lan’s apex, She’s sucking me—wrapping her lips around me. All her thoughts are on my meat and you don’t mind. But as Lan groaned and flexed her spine forward, thrusting her legs wide for him, he realized the erotic glory of the trade this couple was making.

Kate orchestrated a glorious medley of bobs, strokes and tongue dabbles. He groaned long and low at her carnal effort. Still holding him tightly between her lips, she fixed her deep blue gaze on him. As he peered into the black dots of her pupils, he wondered what thoughts could be firing behind them. Was she a slave to ecstasy, he wondered, or did she simply crave new genealogy? Perhaps it was both, or perhaps even more. With her sparkling gaze still fixed, she hummed as if seeking a reaction. “God. that’s incredible,” he moaned to acknowledge her.

Kate stood up and stepped out of her skirt, tossing it onto the heap of clothes that had been growing beside the chair. Motioning him to sit still, she walked over to Tom, tapping his shoulder and shooing him from between Lan’s legs with a smile.

She closed Lan’s legs enough to pull her skirt off before she knelt, taking Tom’s place between her knees. The men watched with wide eyes and open mouths, each taking rapid, shallow breaths as her blonde mane fell across Lan’s sculptured pelvis. She hummed sweetly into the vessel before her, stopping for just a moment to address the men. “Are you guys just gonna stand there?” she asked.

Tom offered him a gentleman’s hand gesture, so he sprang to his feet and scrambled into position behind Kate, grasping the soft skin atop the crests of her hips. His heart thumped in his chest as he felt the welcoming wet heat of her womb atop his swollen pole. She gave a womanly purr as the engorged head parted her labia. He scanned up her backside to Lan—her navel barely showing through the flaxen shimmers of blonde hair washing over it. Her breasts jiggled in circular motion as Kate played music within her. Her eyes were open only slightly—her mouth agape in a soft moan as he pressed forward into the warm wetness of Kate’s velvety vessel.

“You okay?” he asked down.

“Get that thing in me!” replied Kate in a muffled response.

Tightening the grip around her waist, he rocked forward, pushing his sizeable girth into tissue touched by only one man before him. Kate moaned in unison with Lan as he pushed again, this time deep into her velvety depths. With a short adjustment of his hips he found himself buried completely in her feminine heat—his sac resting against her soaking slit.

Knowing Tom would soon tire of watching, he began a steady stroke, diving into her welcoming privacy and enjoying the wanton feel of a new woman’s juices bathing him. His mind swirled in delightful wonder and anticipation of things to come. He was taking a beautiful blonde—mating with her in front of her approving husband who would in turn please the woman who had for so long infatuated him, then he would have her too.

 

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MONKEYS, SEX, AND OTHER BIRTHDAY SURPRISES

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Blurb:

An unwanted party, a pet primate, an unexpected visit from a lover—birthday surprises are one hell of a gift.

Missy Harder is reluctant to ruin a good thing and meet her on-line lover, Sam Kentley, in person. Sexting, and phone sex, make her panties wetter than a summer downpour. Even with their amazing conversations about life, her low self-esteem holds her back from meeting him in person.

Sam Kentley is dying to see if the connection he and Missy have is real. Easy to talk to, a sexy as hell picture, and her ability to play along with sexy scenarios online rocket his sex drive sky high. When she agrees to phone sex, he thinks he’s in heaven, but it’s the conversation in between he adores. If he could convince her to meet, he’s sure they could have more.

When he accompanies a friend to a surprise birthday party, he’s shocked to find the party is for Missy. Not how he expected their first meeting, and never in his wildest dreams did he think it would include her zany family, plus being attacked by a pet monkey.

Horrified at meeting Sam under such conditions, Missy’s humiliation threatens to ruin their first in-person encounter. But when Sam refuses to leave her to her misery, they both learn that love surprises you when you least expect it.

 

NSFW Excerpt:

“Oooohhh…fuck, baby. Yeah, ride me harder…harder…”
Missy gripped the phone tighter in one hand as Sam Kentley’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. She rubbed her clit furiously with the middle finger of her other hand. “Mmmm…feels so good. Give it to me…” Her voice trailed away on a moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you so hard,” Sam rasped.
“Oohhh…I can’t hold back,” she squealed. She squeezed her inner muscles and pleasure threatened to crash through her body with the force of a runaway train. First time I’ve ever come this fast. Damn, it’s good…
Sam breathed heavy into the phone. “Oh shit,” he shouted. “I’m coming!”
“Me, too. Oh, oh—” A loud bang deflated her blossoming orgasm. What the hell? I was so close dammit! Someone had better be dying or the apartment complex on fire to interrupt what she’d been looking forward to all afternoon.
“Hold on, Sam.” Sighing, she squeezed her legs together, pussy throbbing at being denied release.
“What do you mean, ‘hold on’?” His strangled voice made her wince in envy. “Unnnhhhh….”
No mistaking that sound. Well, at least one of us finished. Missy sighed and flopped back onto the pillow on her bed. Then she reached over to grab her panties from where she’d tossed them on the bed.
“Baby?” Sam panted.
Missy huffed out a breath, slipping her underwear on. “Yeah, I’m here.” Cradling the phone to her ear, she rolled off the bed, and retrieved her bathrobe from the hook on the back of her door. She shrugged into the garment, flipped her hair out of the collar, and ran to the washroom.
“What the fuck, hon? Tell me you came with me,” he pleaded. “We’ve been looking forward to this for a while now.”
“Sorry,” she replied, washing her hands at the sink. No need to answer the door with pussy juice all over my fingers. The person at the door pounded louder, yelling this time.
Missy grimaced, and strode out of the bathroom and down the hall. Her sister, Miranda, had lousy timing. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she yelled back.
“You were coming,” Sam griped. “What’s going on?”
“My sister is threatening to break down my door,” she growled.
“Fuck. Can’t you just ignore her?”
“I would if she wasn’t causing a scene. I’ll call you back, honey.”
“Babe, we’ve been planning this for over a week. I love the sound of your voice telling me what you’re going to do to me. You’re killing me here! My balls are turning blue. Don’t hang up on me.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she squinted through the peephole. “Oh, please. Your balls are not turning blue. I just heard you get off.”
“Sugar, come on…”
“Don’t sugar me.”
“You’re grumpy,” he said.
Of course I am! “And your point?”
“You wouldn’t be grumpy if—”
“Missy—I can hear you! Open the door,” Miranda called out.
A guttural sound, much like that of an angry grizzly bear, erupted from Missy’s throat.
“Baby, let me get rid of her, and I’ll call you back.”
He heaved a breath. “Fine, but text me first. I’m going out with a friend for a bit tonight, but I promise you—when I get home, I’m all yours again.”

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Blurb:

When it’s a fight for your life, submission is a sin.

UFC fighter, Megan Renard, is having a difficult time keeping her eye on the prize when she can’t keep her eyes off of her long-time trainer, Ryan Blake. But changing a relationship that works isn’t a sin she’s prepared to pay penance for.

Dom Ryan desires to experience Megan’s gift of submission, yet he knows taking their relationship to another level could have disastrous effects for her fighting career, not to mention their friendship. One kiss is all it takes to convince him that heaven in her arms is worth the devil’s wrath.

Determined to give her an edge in the ring before her next title fight, Ryan hires Sinclair Reed to train Megan in internal martial arts. When the FBI show up to question Sinclair on the disappearance of Megan’s opponent,  the couple get caught up in a world of underground mob clubs, and Ryan comes face to face with a Domme he’d long tried to forget. Now he fights to protect Megan not only from a lifestyle he chose to leave, but from her desire to please him at all costs.

Excerpt 1:

Inner fire burned in Megan’s heart. A result of the recent win, or a pissy attitude because Ryan had put the kibosh on her sex life for the evening? Did it matter? Her ass pulsed in reminder of when his hand had connected with her flesh back at the airport. She wouldn’t let that go unchallenged.

Shifting to rest one hip against the door of his vehicle, she crossed her arms over her chest, bunching what little cleavage she had. The action had the desired effect. His eyes raked her body so quick, if she’d have blinked, she would have missed it.

Eyes narrowed, he stalked toward her and stopped, looming over her. Ryan didn’t say a word, nor did he reach for her. Her heart thumped in her chest. They’d flirted on occasion. His compliments and affection were always genuine. And for some goddamn reason, she wanted to up the stakes, see if the physical attraction was one-sided or not.

Tipping her chin up, she kept her eyes fixed on his, stomach dancing a nervous jig. Megan hadn’t gotten to where she had in life by waiting for other people to give her what she wanted. “I really want you to kiss me.”

“I know.”

His gruff response surprised her, causing a mixed reaction in her belly. Desire burned low in her core, and one corner of her mouth kicked up in a half smile. Before she could say anything, Ryan cupped her cheeks in his hands, and brought his face down to hers. For a moment, their breath mingled. Then his lips came down hard on hers, his kiss demanding she open her mouth to accept his passion. When his tongue invaded, her head swam.

She clutched at his forearms, kissing him back with equal abandon. Ryan pressed her back into the vehicle, his hard body dominating hers; captive with no wish to be free. He pulled back to break the kiss, then pressed his lips hard against hers before putting real distance between them.

Even though he’d created a good foot of space between their bodies, he continued to cradle her face in his hands. Megan blinked to clear the fog of lust from her brain.

Ryan arched a brow. “Satisfied?”

“Uh…yeah…” She cleared her throat to give herself a moment to gather her wits. Why had he made it sound like he’d offered her a treat she’d been craving? Well, I have been craving something… She hadn’t expected it to be so decadent. “Wow…you… You are…”

He remained silent awaiting her to complete her thought.

She inhaled a steadying breath. “You sure know how to dominate a kiss.”

He chuckled. “Nice choice of words.” His thumbs massaged her cheeks for a second. “And you submitted nicely.”

Confusion crinkled her brow, and she batted his hands away from her face. “Was this some kind of test?”

“You asked for a kiss, and I gave you one.”

His matter-of-fact tone irritated her to no end. She spun away from him, and opened the door to the SUV. “This isn’t a game to me, Ry. I really care about you. I care about us. If you’re going to grant me a kiss, then I want to know where I stand.”

He sighed, and stared off into the distance. “Let’s go home.”

“Fine.” She sat in the passenger seat, and slammed the door. Hot tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. How could he not care when that kiss meant so much to her?

Ryan got into the car, and slammed his door. They sat in silence for a few seconds before he spoke. “Meg—I care about you a lot. I don’t know if a sexual relationship between us is a good idea.”

“And yet you kissed me. And smacked me on the ass.” She turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest again. “Those aren’t our regular forms of affection. If you don’t want to take things further, then don’t toy with me.”

“I do mean them.” Still without looking directly at her, he laid a hand on her thigh. “I like to be dominant in the bedroom.”

Megan gulped in surprise. Not the response she’d been expecting. Ryan a Dom? The thought had never occurred to her. She’d read about the BDSM lifestyle, met people who lived it to different degrees. She’d even gotten kinky in the bedroom on occasion, but she’d never considered herself a submissive. In her fighting career, the word submission didn’t enter her vocabulary. To submit, in her mind, meant giving in; giving in equaled losing.

 

Excerpt 2:

“Tie me up?” Nervous excitement skittered through her system, amping up her arousal, and causing wet heat to gather between her thighs.

In for a penny, as they say… A slow nod accompanied her agreement. “Yes, but before you do, may I do something?”

“What would you like?”

“I’d like to touch you. Everywhere.” Eyeing his ripped torso like a medium rare steak, she licked her lips, and stepped toward him.

He gestured arms wide. “By all means…”

Tentative, wishing to savor the moment, her fingertips hovered over his pecs, sparks sizzling where she touched. She traced a pattern down his chest and abs, she knew she’d never want to touch another man again. The bumps and ridges of his muscle mixed with the sensation of a smattering of hair on the middle of his chest.

Sexual awareness heightened. Her body grew achy, hot, and goose bumps broke out on her skin. Shivering, her hands drifted over his waist, then toyed with the waist band of his pants. Ryan took the liberty of removing his track pants, revealing a bulging cock encased in navy blue boxer briefs.

Chewing her lower lip, she eyed the hidden prize.

Ryan leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, the sensation of his hot breath on her skin causing a shudder to race down her spine. “Anything else you want to touch?” The deep rumble of his voice speared her cunt with lust.

She nodded, and reached out with one hand, tracing the outline of his cock first with a fingertip, then a line along his length, under to tickle the underside of his sac, and cup his balls. Bolder now, she ran the heel of her hand back over his erection, noting how it pulsed under her touch.

“Enough.”

Fascinated with her exploration, Ryan’s gentle command made her jump. Obeying, she dropped her hands to her sides, and waited for his next move. When he slipped off his briefs, she couldn’t help but drop to her knees in front of him. She’d never wanted to suck on a man’s cock more in her life. Her hands hovered, shaking with the urge to grab his shaft and stroke it before sliding the length into her mouth.

“Oh, Megan…”

She glanced up at him to see a look of utter tenderness on his face. He ran his hand over her head, cradling the back of her skull for a second. “Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just…you…on your knees… Damn.”

A grin consumed her face. He’s pleased then. Her heart thumped hard in her chest. Why did it matter to her so much that he would be pleased with their interaction? Was it because she was used to taking his instruction? Or did she fear not being the kind of lover he was used to?

Maybe because it does mean so much more to me. To both of us. By the look on his face, he didn’t mind in the least. And they meant a hell of a lot more to each other than fuck buddies.

Focusing her attention on his cock, her mouth watered, and she licked her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed the base of his shaft, and licked a path from base to tip. Ryan groaned, then stepped back from her ministrations.

Surprised and disappointed, she blinked at him.

“Later,” he said. “For now, rest your hands palms up on the back of your thighs.”

Bewildered, she did as he said.

“Good girl. Spread your thighs a bit.”

Once again, she did as he asked, and she observed a shudder ripple his tall frame. “This is position one. Try to remember that.”

“Okay.” She nodded, then took the hand he offered.

He helped her stand, then brushed his lips across hers. “This is about you right now, remember?” he murmured.

“If you insist.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tight, kissing him back with equal passion.

Ryan backed her toward the bed, then lay her down with her head on the pillows. His hands slithered up her ribcage and arms until he held her wrists in his hands. He stared into her eyes, waiting for her to agree. When she nodded in approval, he used the scarves to tie each wrist to one of the bars on the metal headboard.

“Thank you.” His sincere gratitude, calmed the frisson of panic that rose up inside. She’d never been at another’s mercy like this. Exposed in a way she’d never been before, she trembled. Ryan smiled down at her, and placed a tender kisses to her forehead, nose and lips. “Relax,” he said. “Trust me.”

 

 

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Blurb:

Hell hath no fury like a boyfriend scorned as sitcom star and comedian, CJ Edwards, finds out when his ex releases a sex tape he hadn’t even known was being filmed. Not to mention the headlines on every newstand accusing CJ of being an abusive alcoholic. His career in tatters, CJ’s agent manages to get CJ a spot on the Christmas special of Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes. Seeing it as a chance to possibly redeem himself, CJ accepts.

 

Lucien Moreau has been a dance professional on Dancing with Stars in Your Eyes for three years, and he loves it. Until the powers that be decide, in view of new marriage equality laws, the show’s Christmas special will include a gay couple. Finding out he is being partnered with CJ Edwards hits him like a fist to the gut. Six months ago his brother and sister-in-law were killed in an accident when their car was hit by a drunk driver. How the hell is he supposed to teach a man, not unlike the one who destroyed his family, to dance?

 

Excerpt:

“What is wrong with you? No, no way. I’m not doing it. Nuh-uh, niet, nein, non, and not in a million fucking years!”

“So that’s a no then?”

“Funny is not your strong point, Matthew. Leave it to the professionals.”

“Well, when I find one, I’ll be sure to do just that.”

CJ Edwards stopped pacing in front of the fireplace in his living room and glared at his agent, Matt Davis, who lounged against the plump cushions of CJ’s red leather couch. Although Matt had been his friend as well as his agent for almost eight years, CJ had to resist the urge to slap his face and that smug fucking look on it, right off his head. The bastard thinks I’m gonna cave! Well, he can fucking whistle. I ain’t doing it!

“Stow the hairy eyeball, Edwards,” Matt drawled. “We both know that stopped working on me a long time ago.”

“Fuck off,” CJ bit back childishly.

“I’d love to, but you keep paying me,” Matt replied. “Look, dude, I love you, you know that, but this is all we’ve got. No comedy store appearances, no club openings, no sitcom renewal.” He tapped his points off on his fingers and CJ winced with each one. “That sex tape cost us big and no one wants to touch us. This is the only thing that’s crossed my desk for almost a year. The fee is enough for you not to have to sell the beach house, and it’ll give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. Let the public see the real you.”

“I think they’ve seen enough of the real me.”

“You’re being an ass, CJ. You need this.” Matt ran his hand through his dark hair. “It’s five weeks out of your life. Four weeks initial training, then three nights on the show. It’s a one off special, not a full season. It’ll be over before you know it.” CJ glared at him. “Look, I’d tell you to swallow your pride, but after the number Mario did on you, there ain’t a helluva lot left. For God’s sake, man. If you ever want the chance to salvage even the slightest bit of a career, this is it!”

“The token homo in Dancing with Stars in Our Eyes is going to save my career?” CJ yelled at Matt in frustration. “You can’t seriously believe that!”

“I believe it’s better than sitting on your ass all day complaining about how unfair life is!”

“Matt.” CJ’s shoulders slumped, the fight leaving him. “Please don’t make me do this.” He didn’t miss the twitch of Matt’s lips. Bastard!

“I can’t make you do anything.”

“Liar.” CJ sighed heavily and all but threw himself down on the other couch opposite Matt. “Alright, alright,” he huffed. “I’ll do it. But if I end up coming off even worse, I will kill you.”

“Goes without saying.” Matt grinned widely and pulled his cell out of his pocket, already tapping out numbers. “You won’t regret this, buddy. Hey, Linda? It’s Matt Davis. Yes, CJ will be very happy to join the cast of Dancing with Christmas Stars in Our Eyes. Yes…”

 Dancing with Christmas Stars in Our Eyes? Seriously? CJ picked up a cushion and covered his face with it. What the fuck am I doing?

 

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