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April 14, 2015
Excerpt from Resistor by Madelynne Ellis coming in Mastered 2 April 21st
“Let’s go into the party suite.”
It was only a few short steps across the hall. Spook tried the door handle, then ushered her inside. The huge room was all decked out for when the auditorium emptied. Tables and chairs set out around the edges, canapés on the bar, and row upon row of filled crystal glasses waiting to be served.
Spook grabbed a glass off the nearest tray and downed it in one long gulp before reaching for another.
“In need of Dutch cour
age?” she asked.
“Guess so.” Second drained, he went for a third. “Course it’d help if it was something stronger than pissing sherry.” He slammed the glass back down against the tablecloth, then looked a little sheepish, possibly over how much force he’d used, though equally it could have been over his treatment of her. Perhaps indicative of its quality, the glass remained intact.
“OK!” He paused to drag both hands through the front of his hair, which left the blond strands sticking up. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I —”
“I’ve driven you to drink,” she remarked, casting a glance at the row of empties.
“Demented,” he corrected her. “You’ve driven me demented, as if the band didn’t do that already.”
“Pretty impressive of me, given we haven’t spoken for months.”
He took a deep breath and sighed, but faced her straight on. “I thought about you. A lot. Maybe too much. Definitely too much.”
“Nice things?” she asked. Yes, she was fishing for compliments, but hey, five minutes ago she didn’t think they’d ever be having this conversation.
“Depends on your definition of nice.”
“Naughty,” she replied. “As in things that turned you on, and maybe got you sweating a little, and hard.” She flicked her gaze down to his loins and back.
Spook gave a groan. “I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”
“So, why didn’t you call?”
His hand shot out to seize another drink. Alle curled her fingers around his outstretched arm, making him pause. Slowly, he released the stem of the glass and steadied his gaze upon her face again. “Because this can’t be.”
“Why not? Is there someone else?”
“No — hell, no!” His brow furrowed. “There’s nobody.”
“Then you’re making no sense. What’s wrong with us enjoying some adult fun?” She sought his hand to link their fingers together.
Spook’s frown only deepened at the sight of their palms pressed together so tightly, but, she noticed, he didn’t pull away. “Alle, I can’t be who you want me to be.”
The ludicrousness of the remark surprised a smile out of her. “You are who I want you to be.”
“No.” He freed his fingers from her grip and used them to cover her mouth. ‘I’m not. I know you think you’ve found the person who’ll give you what you’re craving, but I’m not that man. I can’t… I’m sorry.’
‘Did I imagine you tanning my arse?’
‘No.’
‘Am I supposed to believe you’re not interested in doing it again?’
‘Of course not.
“Then what? Why? If you want it and I want it… Spook, we want the same thing, don’t we? Why are you so dead against exploring that?”
He clammed up, lips pursed, deep, ocean-blue eyes downcast as he turned his hand to cup her cheek and chase a tear of frustration that tracked down her face.
“It was good between us, Spook.”
“Yes, it was. Better than good.”
She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, and not crumple into a blubbering heap. She was stronger than that. She didn’t cry, not with four brothers who’d mocked her mercilessly for it. Tears had never got her what she wanted, quite the opposite. At home, her tears were what had marked her as a girl and had stopped her from getting her the same deal as the rest of her siblings. She couldn’t wipe the salt tracks from her skin though, without knocking Spook’s hand out of the way, and no matter what, she wouldn’t break that contact.
“I’m not worth crying over.”
“I’m not crying.”
He caught another tear on his fingertips and brought it to the tip of his tongue. Mesmerized, she watched him taste it, and felt her panties get wet. Sweet mercy! She could see him doing that after he’d pushed her to the limits of her endurance and she was just a breath away from numbness, sunk deep into a sort of sub-space of stretched nerves, surrender, and bliss. Her gasp left her lips gently parted and the remainder of her breath caught in the top of her lungs.
Spook’s gaze fixed upon her breasts, then lifted slowly back to her mouth.
She was going to kiss him.
She didn’t care if he pushed her away.
She was going to kiss him.
Kiss him now.
Resistor, coming in Mastered 2, out April 21st
XO, Blake by Avery Aster coming in Mastered 2
His muscular arms came wide. He peeled off his cotton tank, revealing his gorgeous chest. Perfectly sculpted. His nipples, like two blackberries, stared back at me, persuading to be tasted, sucked, and played with.
“Lick my pecs, guapo,” he panted, grabbing on to my face, pulling my lips onto his flesh. “They’re sensitive. My nips go straight to my dick. You touch them and I get hard. Sí.”
Such knowledge could be perilous. He struck a vibrant chord in me…
I stuck my tongue out a bit and licked, once, twice. My teeth caught on the edge of his right nipple as I gave it a slight tug. His tormented groan was a heady invitation to keep going. And so I grazed my tongue across his smooth chest and continued the licking, biting playfully on his other pec. His body shivered in my arms. I liked how vulnerable he was becoming. There was something alluring about the man, being so muscular and masculine, and yet willing to let me have my way with him.
I had no power over all the crazy shit going on in my life. But in Diego’s bed, I had a sense of control. I needed that. If only for one night. It felt new and different to me, and I intended to enjoy every minute.
He pulled my shirt up. Holding onto his shoulders, I stood. With a projected energy and power which attracted me to him, he yanked my pants and then my underwear down.
Being naked in front of him, I didn’t feel as vulnerable as I thought I would. If anything, my excitement only continued to climb.
And then he…stroked…my dick.
“Guapo, you like that?” he murmured, fisting his hands over my erection.
“Ah-huh,” I replied in a husky whisper.
Hard, my shaft thickened in his hands. The way he manhandled me felt hot, too. His palms were callus and rough but with my dick, he was almost gentle. He rubbed the bare skin, admiring the mushroom head of my penis.
Raw. Sensitive.
Staring up at me, his chest rose as he moaned, “I’m going to get your cock nice and wet. Then you’re going…to tie me up.”
“Start sucking, papi,” I said in a throaty voice and lost myself in his mouth. Getting more turned on by the second as he gave me oral pleasure, becoming sensitive to his every touch, my nipples tightened.
I didn’t know who I was or what the frick I was doing. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I was no longer Blake Morgan III, Fairfield native, Avon Porter graduate, and Columbia University student.
No!
I was guapo, the raging dominant and soon-to-be top aficionado of all things ass.
Tugging at my balls, his head jerked back and forth. Getting into a rhythm, he rotated his attention from the tip of my dick to my shaft.
Waves of pleasure throbbed through me. The warmth of his hot flesh was amazing.
He reached for the rope from the nightstand and instructed in sweet agony, “Tie me up.” And spread out on his back.
Climbing on top of him, I placed his hands near the headrest. Taking his right hand in mine, I recalled my good ‘ol Boy Scout days of knots and wrapped the blue rope once, twice, around his wrist. Then I pulled his arm up a bit.
Coming in Mastered 2 April 21st 2015
XO, Blake by Avery Aster
coming in Mastered 2
Excerpt from Her Secret by Portia Da Costa
Attending a wedding reception, reunited lovers Susannah and Jamie have decided to spend the night together, and are on their way up to his room in the lift…
***
Within the blink of an eye, we’re alone in the metal box, going up. It’s just a short ride, and all Jamie does is dust a strangely courtly kiss in my knuckles, looking up at me intently over them. What’s in his mind? What’s he planning? Apart from the obvious.
He’s a strong man. A man confident in his own skin. He wears black and leather. He’s almost the cliché of a dominant master, from what little I’ve gleaned about such things.
His mouth is firm and his eyes control me. My stomach flutters at the idea. But there’s an almost angelic softness to his thick, glossy black hair that brushes his shoulders.
Perhaps he is a Hells Angel after all?
I want to leap forwards and kiss his lips, but the lift door opens, and he leads me out and along the corridor to his room. He doesn’t speak, but his beautiful eyes and his imperious body language say everything. Once in the room, he pulls me into his arms, and I melt towards him, powerless. The strap of my bag slides off my shoulder, and it drops to the carpet. I don’t seem to have the will to pick it up; everything is for Jamie, my total concentration as he cradles my head and brings his mouth down on mine in just the way I wanted in the lift.
It’s as if we never parted, yet somehow he’s gained twelve years of manhood and potency and self-belief. His tongue pushes between my lips immediately, bold and muscular and subduing. The taste of him is champagne and overproof alpha male. The kiss is like an engine turned on inside me. Wanton, I press myself against him, my belly against the considerable hard knot of his denim-clad cock.
‘Very nice,’ he growls against my mouth. ‘Very keen. I like that.’ He nips at my lower lip, his teeth closing in perfectly gauged dominion. ‘Don’t ever hide your desire from me, Suzie. Don’t hold back.’
The kiss begins again, but more so. Much more. Jamie the mature man is far more voracious than the younger Jamie. He knows exactly what he wants and he’s taking it. A little fear grips my heart. What have I got myself into? I’m not sure I can control this situation, but then, why would I want to? If I want to experience the games of BDSM that I know my friends play, willing submission is the key to it. Even if there’s no pain involved, there’s power. His power.
Excerpt from One Night with my Billionaire Master by Cynthia Sax
“You would never hurt me.” I know this in my soul.
“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you,” Logan makes one of his infamous vows, promises he’s been known to bend laws to keep. “You won’t regret your decision.”
We stand in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by people. I see only him, entranced by the emotion in his brown eyes, his passion, his need, and something more, something I don’t dare believe in.
“Was this my decision?” I muse. “Did I have a choice?” Or was this inevitable, our fate, our destiny?
“No, you didn’t have a choice.” Logan’s lips lift into one of his rare smiles. “Dance with me.” This is a command, not a request. He leads me onto the floor. “It’s expected.” He swings me into position, his maneuvering graceful and sure.
It is expected. In the past, he has arrived at events, sought me out for a dance, and then departed immediately after our exchange.
His focus on me means nothing. If I say this statement enough times, I might believe it. I bend my left arm, layering my limb over his. Logan clasps my right hand tightly. Our bodies come together and we move as one.
This isn’t the rigid proper waltz I learned at ballroom dance class. It is rolling and sensuous, like the undulation of muscle under skin. One, two, three. One, two, three. There’s no thinking, no talking, only feeling, reacting. Logan steps forward. I step back. He turns. I follow.
Our hips brush together, my skirt swirling around his black pants. I gaze at his sharp chin, firm lips, feeling delicate, womanly, trusting him to guide me, to keep me safe.
Logan dips me and I fall back, confident he’ll catch me. “You’re exquisite.” His eyes gleam and he draws me upright, twirls me across the floor. If dancing is a sign of companionship, we’re ideally suited. I’ve never had a partner know me like he does, reading my abilities, fulfilling my wishes.
The music fades and he sweeps me toward the edge of the dance floor. Before the song ends, he’s concealed us in the crowd. “Escort me from the room.” He covers my hand with his. “As you’ve been instructed.”
My gaze darts upward. How does he know I’ve been given that order? “I can’t climb into the limousine with you,” I murmur, aware that we’re being watched. “People will gossip.”
“People already gossip.” Logan leans into me. “They see how we dance, speculate that we fuck as passionately.” His crudeness stimulates, rather than shocks me. “They suspect your sweet pussy is filled with my cum, that my love bites decorate the curve of your ass and my scent is on your skin,” he breathes into my hair and I warm, all over. “Everyone here knows you’re mine.”
I stare at him, my thoughts obliterated by his words.
“Looking at me with your fuck-me face won’t stop the gossip.” He chuckles softly.
One Night with my Billionaire Master by Cynthia Sax, coming in Mastered 2 April 21st 2015
March 20, 2015
Excerpt from HIS TOUCH By USA Today Bestselling Author Karen Fenech coming in Mastered 2 out this April 21st
“I knew you were at The Club tonight,” Nate went on. “I hoped you coming back to Blake County signaled a fresh start for you. I thought you may find your way to Lazarus’s place and I asked him to call me if you showed up there. When he called me, I went there specifically to see you.”
Corinne didn’t know what to make of that.
Nate leaned forward, over the table that lay between them. “I was glad you went there. But I had no intention of letting you play or letting you leave there with anyone.” He pinned her with his gaze. “Anyone but me. When you give your submission to a man, I will be that man.”
— Excerpt From HIS TOUCH By USA Today Bestselling Author Karen Fenech
Available in Mastered 2 coming this April 21st
His Touch, coming in Mastered 2, out April 21st
January 25, 2015
ENSLAVED is available for pre-order!
Brides of the Kindred #14, ENSLAVED is now available for pre-order for/from Kindle, Smashwords and ARe.
A warrior sold as a slave against his will…
Bought by a woman forbidden to love him
When passion flares, she grants him his freedom
But his heart has been forever…Enslaved.
Release date is January 31!
I’m also very excited to let you know that I am in the process of turning all of the Brides of the Kindred series into audio books. The first book, CLAIMED, is available and is read by the award winning Anne Johnstonbrown. Readers are already raving over her ability to get all the voices just right and she has also agreed to narrate HUNTED, which I hope to have in audio by the beginning of April, 2015. If you’ve never tried an audio book, they are very easy to download and great to listen to during long car trips and commutes, working out at the gym, or just while you’re cleaning the kitchen. (Which is when I listen.) I find listening to a book gives it a whole different dimension and I think if you enjoyed reading the Kindred series, you’ll love listening as well. So give it a try!
Hugs and Happy Reading to you all,
Evangeline
Enslaved is available Now!
Brides of the Kindred 14
Brides of the Kindred #14, ENSLAVED is now available for pre-order for/from Kindle, Smashwords and ARe.A warrior sold as a slave against his will…
Bought by a woman forbidden to love him
When passion flares, she grants him his freedom
But his heart has been forever…Enslaved.
Release date is January 31!
I’m also very excited to let you know that I am in the process of turning all of the Brides of the Kindred series into audio books. The first book, CLAIMED, is available and is read by the award winning Anne Johnstonbrown. Readers are already raving over her ability to get all the voices just right and she has also agreed to narrate HUNTED, which I hope to have in audio by the beginning of April, 2015. If you’ve never tried an audio book, they are very easy to download and great to listen to during long car trips and commutes, working out at the gym, or just while you’re cleaning the kitchen. (Which is when I listen.) I find listening to a book gives it a whole different dimension and I think if you enjoyed reading the Kindred series, you’ll love listening as well. So give it a try!
Hugs and Happy Reading to you all,
Evangeline
Enslaves is available for pre-order!
Brides of the Kindred 14
Brides of the Kindred #14, ENSLAVED is now available for pre-order for/from Kindle, Smashwords and ARe.A warrior sold as a slave against his will…
Bought by a woman forbidden to love him
When passion flares, she grants him his freedom
But his heart has been forever…Enslaved.
Release date is January 31!
I’m also very excited to let you know that I am in the process of turning all of the Brides of the Kindred series into audio books. The first book, CLAIMED, is available and is read by the award winning Anne Johnstonbrown. Readers are already raving over her ability to get all the voices just right and she has also agreed to narrate HUNTED, which I hope to have in audio by the beginning of April, 2015. If you’ve never tried an audio book, they are very easy to download and great to listen to during long car trips and commutes, working out at the gym, or just while you’re cleaning the kitchen. (Which is when I listen.) I find listening to a book gives it a whole different dimension and I think if you enjoyed reading the Kindred series, you’ll love listening as well. So give it a try!
Hugs and Happy Reading to you all,
Evangeline
