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So...what do you really know about #BDSM? HERE is 1 based on truth, not fantasy! Desiree Holt's fabulous Beyond ADDICTION

Read, love and learn about BDSM. Truly. Here is one of the most well researched novels about the Lifestyle written by the stellar Desiree Holt.
Says Des:
Leave me a comment. One lucky person will get a copy of Schooled By a Master.Writing this book was a personally emotional journey for me. I have many friends in the D/s lifestyle who helped me with this. I hop0e when you read it you will get a true picture of a D/s relationship, one that is full of respect and emotion.Beyond Addictionby Desiree Holt
Sequel to Dangerous Addiction, from Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 1When Fallon Crowe discovered her submissive side, she indulged it fully, reveling in her erotic nature—until she stepped into the brutally possessive world of Brian Willoughby. More than a year after she was literally dragged away from his abusive clutches, Fallon is finally building a new life with Cord Jamieson, a Dom who reminds her that punishment can be loving, pain an aphrodisiac.But when Fallon unexpectedly runs into Brian, he reawakens an addiction that never quite died. Now she’s torn between the caring relationship she’s established with Cord, and Brian’s darkly mesmerizing lifestyle that goes beyond safe, sane and consensual.The choice is Fallon’s—the wrong one might destroy her completely.Inside Scoop: This story features an abusive scene from a power-hungry man who’s perverted the lifestyle for his own sick pleasure. It may be too intense for some readers.A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
An Excerpt From: BEYOND ADDICTIONCopyright © DESIREE HOLT, 2014All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.Cord hung his Stetson on a peg in the back hall and toed off his boots. They were covered in mud and various other substances and badly needed cleaning, but at the moment he was just too tired. He and the hands had spent most of the day riding fence line and making sure every pasture was secure before his new shipment of cattle arrived. They’d been a steal at an auction and he couldn’t resist. The bank had extended a substantial line of credit and that was the perfect reason to tap into it.Everything was coming together much better than he could have hoped. The herd was finally at the size it needed to be and in the spring there would be new calves. The pastures of coastal hay were in good shape. And the work on the event center was nearly finished. Next week, he’d work with the hands who’d be leading trail rides and giving lessons and offering other guest activities, and oversee the finishing touches to the stables.At least he could relax where the party was concerned. Fallon was working her magic with an ease that he admired. He smiled as he thought about how much pleasure she brought to all areas of his life. After the party, after the post-event details were seen to, he planned to take her away for a long weekend where he could tie her to the bed and pleasure both of them in as many ways as he could dream up.Just the thought of that was enough to make his cock harden and strain against the fly of his jeans.In the bedroom, he stripped off his clothes and dumped them in the hamper, then stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was so aroused he was almost tempted to take himself in hand and smooth out the edge while the hot water poured over him. Then he thought about Fallon, who was due home very soon, and decided he had much better ways to satisfy his lust.He was just wrapping the bath towel around his hips when he heard her moving around in the bedroom. He opened the bathroom door, smiling—until he took a good look at her and his body tensed. Nearly all the color was gone from her face, her soft-pink lipstick seeming like a slash of vivid red in comparison. Her movements as she undressed were jerky, not smooth, as usual. Her body language was that of someone who had been through an emotional wringer.What worried him most was the lack of eye contact. That was so out of character, at least for the woman he was used to.“Fallon?” He moved closer. “Did something happen today? Your lunch with Claire? Something happen with the errands?”She just shook her head and continued removing her clothing like a robot.What the fuck?And then out of nowhere, it hit him.She’d seen him.The bastard who’d fucked up her life. Fucked up her. Had she run into him or had she deliberately sought him out? Shit, he didn’t know how he’d handle it if it was the latter. It took all his willpower not to smash his fist against the wall.Pulling himself together, he used his best Dom voice. “Fallon. Look at me. Now!” he snapped when she continued to look down at her feet.She lifted her face to his, her expression a mixture of regret and disgust, but didn’t meet his gaze.“You saw him today, right? That asshole you refuse to talk about?”She nodded.“Was it deliberate? Did you call him?” He was barely holding his temper in check. “Answer me, girl.”“No, Sir.” She still hadn’t looked at him. From the moment he spoke she’d been in full submissive mode, only her attitude was more one of defeat than supplication.What the fuck happened out there today? She was doing so well? We were doing so well.Something had suddenly changed and he damn well wanted to know what it was, although he had his suspicions. He used every ounce of control to contain the rage erupting inside him.“Did you run into him somewhere?”“Yes.” The word was so soft he had to strain to hear it. Despite his instruction, she lowered her chin.“Goddamn it, Fallon.” He hauled in a breath and clenched his fists, fighting for control. “Look at you. You’re a wreck. Did you run into Brian Willoughby?”This time her answer was a whisper. “Yes.”Cord felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.He let the next breath out slowly. He would have to do this very carefully.“I want you to look at me, girl.” He made his voice as firm and steady as possible. “Keep your eyes on me and answer my questions. Do you understand?”She stood before him, nude, stripped down to the bare individual. If she had any defenses against either her situation or his anger they were completely submerged.“I asked you a question.” He took a step closer. “Do you understand me?”“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was still so low he had to strain to hear it.“Tell me what happened today. Where did you see him?”“A-At La Cantera. The valet parking. I didn’t even see him until he was right there beside me.”“And did you talk to him?”Haltingly, fingers twisting together, she related their conversation. With each word, his rage grew. He could visualize the scene—the smooth, domineering bully using his magnetism to mind-fuck a woman who still harbored traces of an addiction.Based on the little she was telling him of their encounter, Cord was beginning to realize that in leaving Brian, Fallon had challenged him. Challenged his control.And Brian Willoughby didn’t seem like a man who would let that go over easily.“And how did you leave it with him?” He was almost afraid to hear the answer.“I—I ran from him, Sir.” She swallowed audibly. “I ran into the restaurant.”“Did he follow you?”She shook her head then, apparently realizing he wanted words, said, “No. Sir.”So many conflicting emotions were at war within him, Cord didn’t know where to begin. The first thing he planned to do was put on some pants. He couldn’t possibly discipline a sub wearing only a towel. He left her standing there, fingers linked together, gaze lowered again, while he dug out a clean pair of boxer briefs and some jeans. He turned his back until he’d fastened the snap on his jeans and tugged up the zipper. He had to be careful that his anger didn’t bend his control.“I can tell just by your attitude,” he said, “that you’re expecting a punishment session. Am I right?”“Yes, Sir.” Her voice trembled. “I deserve it. I want you to punish me.”“Not until you tell me what you did wrong. We aren’t playing for pleasure here. Not at the moment.”She studied the floor and clasped her hands behind her back. “I didn’t tell you all about him before.”He could barely hear her. That would never do. “When I ask you a question, girl, I expect you to answer in a loud, clear voice. So tell me again why I’m going to paddle that sweet ass of yours.”“Because I hid things from you.” Louder this time. “Because I didn’t let you know everything about him.” She wet her lips. “About B-Brian. About our relationship. Because I wasn’t going to tell you about t-today.”“And why is that important?” he prodded.“I should never keep secrets from my Master. Secrets that might…affect our relationship.”“That’s correct,” he nodded. “And this is a big one. A very big one. Because Brain Willoughby screwed up your head and I need to know how to straighten it out.” He paused. “We can’t make this work unless we have complete honesty between us. You need to have that impressed upon you.”“Yes, Sir.” She bobbed her head. “That’s why I need to be punished.”“No.” He ground his teeth. “Not tonight. I will never punish you for what someone else did to you.”He loved the way Fallon embraced punishment, riding the edge of pleasure and pain that drove her to intense orgasm. But that was always within the context of the bedroom play. This was the first time he had ever seen her stripped down to almost nothing emotionally, pleading with him to reprimand her inappropriately, for something that was beyond her control.But this situation was fraught with danger. He had to make her understand the depth of his feelings for her, and understand that punishment for running into someone completely by accident was cruelty, and he was not a cruel man.Still, he had to handle this in a way that illustrated who was in control.He blew out another breath. “On your knees. Hands behind your back. Forehead to the floor.”He watched as she arranged herself as directed, bent low, ass in the air. The slight discomfort would serve as the punishment she thought she needed. He sat at the foot of the bed, hands on his knees. And steeled himself for what was to come.“Now,” he said. “I want every single detail, what happened from the moment you bumped into him everything you said and felt. Leave nothing out. And speak up, so I can hear you.”Fallon’s halting recitation of the run-in with the fucking asshole made him grind his teeth in silent rage. Her description of the man’s effect on her, of her fear, as well as the addiction she battled, made him want to shoot someone. Preferably Willoughby.Cord was a well-trained Dom. He’d studied at a couple of the best dungeons in Dallas and observed other Doms carefully. Safe, sane and consensual had been drummed into him. Respect. Negotiation. For every D/s relationship, there was a different degree of intensity, different definitions of how far to take things. But the basic rules were always in place. If anyone violated them, the D/s community policed its own.To hear that Brian, someone who obviously had only a sketchy knowledge of the philosophy and practices, had subverted BDSM because he could, made Cord angrier than he ever remembered being. He’d never understood how any man could so extremely abuse a privilege granted to him. Listening to Fallon made his blood boil.When she was finished, he sat for a moment, gaze fixed on her bent form. He wanted to pull her into his arms, soothe her, tell her they would get through this together and everything would be fine. But he knew that she wouldn’t believe him. So much of her emotionally destructive upbringing still lingered, still fed her insecurities. Punishment was like an anchor to her, but it had to be for the right reasons.And tonight it would have to take a different from.“And that’s all of it?” he asked.“Yes. All of it.” Her voice was muffled by the carpet.“Yes, who?”“Yes, Sir.”“And he will never intrude into our lives again, correct? If thoughts of him distress you, come to me at once and I’ll talk you through them. If you run into him, you call me right away. If you need me to pick you up because he’s upset you, I’ll be in my car before we’re off the phone. Understood?”“Understood.”He didn’t remind her again that she hadn’t used the honorific. She was in enough emotional distress as it was.“All right. Get up, girl,” he ordered, doing his best to hold on to his own emotions. He had to physically restrain himself from racing out of the house, finding Brian Willoughby and strangling him with his bare hands for causing so much anguish and distress to this very special woman.He watched her balance herself carefully as she managed to get to her feet, her equilibrium off-kilter because she couldn’t use her hands. When she was standing before him, he cupped her face with his palms. He hoped when she looked into his eyes she could see the depth of the love he felt for her, as well as the respect. He chose his words carefully.“No punishment tonight, Fallon. At least not the kind you’re asking for. I think today did enough damage to you.”“But—”He touched a finger to her lips. “Never argue with your Master. Tonight it’s all about doing what I can do to wipe away this blackness gripping you.”She wrinkled her forehead. “Sir?”He could see she was confused, but the kind of pain she expected was the last thing she needed right now. He might want to beat every last trace of Brian Willoughby from her body but that would be irresponsible on his part. How could he punish someone who was so visibly punishing herself? He was smart enough to know that he couldn’t erase one kind of brutality with another, no matter how lovingly delivered. In her fragile state, he was sure if he did what she asked it would destroy her, and he loved her too much for that.But tenderness was as much a part of being a Dom as pain and punishment, both for pleasure and discipline. Tonight it was important to show her how much she meant to him and what a special place she held in his heart. Had he taken the time before now, he wondered, to let her know his depth of feelings? Or had he just assumed from everything they did that she got the message? After the event center’s grand opening, when she filled in the missing details for him, he would decide how to move forward. Right now his mission was to subject her to torture of the sweetest kind.“Perhaps it’s my fault for not making sure you understood exactly how important you are to me,” he told her, putting as much feeling into his words as he could. “How much I value you. How I feel about you. That’s what this will be about.” He stroked his fingers lightly on her cheek. “Now. I want you on the bed, flat on your back. I have a specific kind of torture in mind.”When she was situated as commanded, he knelt between her thighs and braced a hand on either side of her. For a long moment he stared at her still-pale face, saw the anguish and conflict in her eyes and made a silent vow to protect her from this asshole no matter what.Provided, of course, she let him.
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In a game of the gods, librarian Lisandra, who has never been loved, is chosen to be the goddess of fertility. The demi-god of pleasure, Assarian is ordered by Zeus to train her in the hallowed halls of Mount Olympus to prove to his wife, Hera, goddess of marriage, mortals and immortals alike only need be physically satisfied to find fulfillment, to which Hera disagrees—all creatures must have love to be whole. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LLWDVLG

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“Are you hungry?” He asked because her belly growled loudly enough to attract pirates on the mainland.“A little.” She licked her lips. “But I’m really thirsty.”He pulled out the straw of his CamelBak and leaned forward, holding it to her lips. He should have shuttled off all his gear and just handed the damn thing to her because when she leaned in close and he got a whiff of her, he nearly passed out. You would think a woman who had been held prisoner by filthy pirates for nearly a week would smell bad. She did not. She smelled like heaven. There was a light musky odor of sweat—it was hot in the tropics—but it twined with something that was essentially female.He’d never felt such hunger. It screamed through his soul.And, on top of that, their faces were close. And she was sucking on the nozzle. And fuck. He was a warrior. A trained weapon. On a mission.This was no time for a hard on.But he was hard. Damn hard.Her lashes flickered as she glanced up at him; she moaned as she swallowed. A shiver walked down his spine. Walked right down his spine and coiled in his balls.When she sat back with a sigh, he put the nozzle to his lips as well. Not because he was particularly thirsty, but because he wanted a taste of her mouth, while it was still fresh.What he really wanted was to kiss her. But she was the senator’s daughter and he was a grunt. That wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t.“Did…did you say something about food?” Damn lashes. Fluttering again. He had the urge to grab his Gerber and snip them off.He pulled an MRE from a pocket on his left leg, read the label, and grimaced. He hated the meatloaf. He should have paid more attention when he prepped his gear. He had more in his pack, but this would do for now. “I have this.”Her nose wrinkled as she studied the silver foil.Yeah. Wait ’til she got a taste. He ripped open the packet, broke off a piece, and handed it to her. It was messy, because of the gravy, but he didn’t want to unload everything to find an implement. They needed to eat and go.She took a bite. Her eyes widened. “Yuuum,” she said in an unconvincing tone.It was all he could do to hold back his laugh.“What…” She swallowed heavily. “What is this?”“An MRE.”“What does that stand for?”His lips quirked. “Meals Rarely Edible.”Her brow wrinkled, and then she laughed.And ah, what a laugh. A melodic trill. Some kind of sound he figured you might hear in heaven.“Do you eat these often?”“Not if I can help it.” He shoved a chunk in his mouth and fired it back. “But we have a long way to go today, and these have a lot of calories.”She froze, a niblette of mystery meat halfway to her mouth. “How-how many calories?”“About twelve hundred a meal.”She gaped at him. “Twelve hundred?” She glared at the meatloaf as though it were made of turds. Then again, it might have been. “And you gave it to me? To eat?”“Yeah. You’ll need it.”“Why didn’t you warn me?” She smacked him. It was like being batted by a kitten. “Twelve hundred calories is my whole day!”He grinned. He could burn that much with a good fart. “Perfect. It’s probably all you’ll get. Eat up.”“For twelve hundred calories, I could have eaten a cheesecake.”He looked around for the cheesecake.She shoved her tiny chunk of meatloaf at him. “Here, you eat it.”He pushed it back. “You eat it. We have a lot of ground to cover today.”“We do?” She tipped her head to the side. “Where are we going?”“There’s an island to the south.” He grabbed a stick and sketched out a quick map. “We’re here. At the north end of this island. And the secondary extraction point is here.”Her throat worked. “How will we get to the other island?”“Swim.”She paled. “I-I can’t swim.”It was probably rude to stare. But really? She couldn’t swim? Who couldn’t swim? “You never wanted to learn?”“Oh, I wanted to.” She sighed. “My mother was afraid I would drown.”“Not drowning is kind of the point of swimming.”“She wanted to keep me safe.” He didn’t miss the exasperation in her tone. “I didn’t get to do a lot of things. Which is probably why— And wouldn’t you know it? The first time?” She gazed at him as though she’d finished a sentence. As though he’d understood a bit of what she’d said.“Well, don’t worry. We’ll get you home safe. And then everything will be just the way it was before.”Her sudden frown mystified him.
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#TheWritersBlog How I write, why and what the heck is FLOW, Cerise? #amwriting

Coming in next few weeks!      The Writers Blog answers the Big Question: How do authors write. A mystery even to the writers themselves, inspiration is an elusive guy!
     Here are four questions that have been circulating the internet for a few months and are now in the form of a “Blog Hop”. It’s a tag for writers who blog. I was tagged by my pal, Desiree Holt, at her blog  www.desiremeonly.com
     Here we go!

WHY DO I WRITE WHAT I DO?
    
   I adore a great romance. Few other novel types can thrill me or relax me as a reader. But I am keen for history...and with a BA and MA in it, I love what's "real" in a novel.  So I like to give that accuracy of background to my readers. 
     Nah. I don't (as my husband calls it) "hang the curtains" and describe every tiny detail, but I do strive for accuracy of time, place and atmosphere. Thankfully, I've been able to give that to my readers because they write to me about how grateful they are.
     But I adore characterization that is real, too. Rakes and spies and bluestockings really did exist and for good socio-economic reasons! While I know I am not teaching history, I do think part of the fun of writing and reading is getting the background accurate. History is often dissed by many, being poorly taught in school. I like to make it live.
My Italian Duke...
and journey to
Tuscany!     That is also true of my contemporaries. I like to travel and do a lot! So I love to set my stories  in this marvelous places I've been. Paris, London, Tuscan countryside, Mexico, all feature in my stories.
     But living in Texas as I do, I see cowboys and longhorns every day. I mean EVERY DAY. Not a mile away live a dozen longhorns, big handsome dudes who roam the plains. And right next door is a local rodeo where every Saturday and Sunday, rodeo competitors come with their horses to win a buckle and a purse or two!
     Yep. I am an Eastern gal, city slicker through and through, but I tell ya, there is nuthin' like a man in a crisp white western shirt, thigh hugging jeans, boots and huge black Stetson, saying, "Howdy, Ma'am."

WHAT AM I WRITING NOW?
      
    I am knee deep in RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE! My next Regency Romp, this one is really a Cinderella story starring a young woman with a huge secret and a tremendous talent. You see, she is a composer and in 1819, women just did not break out of their molds to compose! But my heroine does and she hopes to money at it as well! 
     Our hero admires her devotion and tries to help her. But she suffers from The Secret in her past so much so that she fears she will ruin him.   

HOW DOES MY WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS?
In my fictitious town of Bravado Texas,
where men are good and plenty...
and women wear only a smile!
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     I tend to write very tightly. I am not a fan of extraneous sub-plots  and I am BIG BIG BIG on sex. Okay, so you know that! I BELIEVE that great sex is a viable part of any romantic relationship and any love affair so I lace my stories with scenes in which two people discover each other within the sex act.  So, no, my scenes are never throwaways, but vital to the development of the couple's communication in bed and out!

HOW DOES MY WRITING PROCESS DIFFER FROM OTHERS?

    I am literally STRUCK by an idea. Perhaps, I have written down a few ideas about a story I want to write...or an editor has asked me to produce a synopsis or outline. But I HATE THAT.
    I need to be struck by lightning and then I have to hit the keyboard or I lose it.
     RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE is like that. I thought it was based on the heroine's past and someone was trying to kill her, but I wasn't sure why. I know Our Hero would help to save her but had no idea why.
    Then one day...in the shower, it hit me that she was poor and living with a terrible aunt and cousin, but she had talent and hope and aspirations...and I had to give her a better life! So Cinderella meets her Duke!
     I do believe in the power of flow . Once I am in the world of my characters, I do LIVE There. I am not good company. I get peeved when my characters do. I am in heaven when they are. I want to resolve my differences when they do...and this is tough on my family.
     To this day, my children can tell when I am in flow and totally spaced out. They have learned to smile, wait and then repeat the question they just asked me. Hubbie, too.  To his chuckling dismay!

     Okay, now I am handing this over to Dominque Eastwick and Samantha Cayto, two fabulous authors whose works you must read!

Celebrate July 4th, Cerise's Military Men! #Delta Force 99 cents, #SEAL and #Army!

Amazon Kindle •  Barnes & Noble Nook There is something about a man in uniform...and something even more fun when you can get him out of it!

To celebrate Independence Day with a little something YUM for yourself, try one of my men in uniforms...as they climb out of them!

First up, my best selling #15 on Amazon A LONG TIME COMIN' John Ramos, Delta Force. He will be 99 cents tomorrow...so hurry on over to your nearest favorite bookstore!

But wait! I have more more more!

Does a SEAL or two light your fire?

http://amzn.to/1leONHu Why not try BURNING FOR NERO, #2 in SEALs GOING HOT series.  Tony Nero is home for the 4th in Annapolis with his family when he cannot avoid drooling for his best friend's widow.

You need to try this series with books by my pals, DESIREE HOLT, SAMANTHA CAYTO, BRENNA ZINN. We're having a party, too, July 17 on FB. You WANT to be there!

Then if you need another SEAL, do go for CONQUERING ZEUS.  Zeus is part of a SEAL team with a few days' liberty...and the woman he saved from terrorists on his last mission comes to find him...and save him from lonely nights.
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And if you go Army, and who doesn't, I recommend my HARD DRIVIN' MAN.  This Texas ranch owner has to choose between re-uping or coming home. Problem is if he decides to come home, he'd rather have a special someone waiting for him in a nice warm bed.

And now, here is a taste of A LONG TIME COMIN'.
Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.

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The set up? A sex toy party with her six sassy gal pals? Caitlyn Hagerty is IN! Getting that tingly feeling just looking at the goodies, Cait buys four and screws up her courage to commit to one dynamite plan. She’ll show them to the only man in her life she gets all hot and wet for–and who has no idea he’s the one man she’s craved for too damn long. When Delta Force hunk John Ramos flies home on R&R, Cait promises herself to seduce Ram–or cut him from her life forever.Ram spots the risque items on Cait’s bed and realizes his claim of her voluptuous body has been too long comin’.   It’s time to treat her right. Fess up to what he’s wanted all these years. Take Cait into his chaotic life–for one wild night. And if she wants more?She has to know that time is not on their side. Right?
A nibble of my newest cherry: (Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.)
Two reasons why you must tempt John Ramos to be your lover? Quick! Remember those? Come on, woman!Fidgeting, Caitlyn Hagerty spied Ram at the top of the escalator in the arrival terminal at San Antonio Airport and her heart skipped a beat. Two reasons, Cait! You know them. The first is no one else makes your heart melt and…Ram grinned at her as he drew closer and Cait felt the punch in her gut that she always did when she first saw him on arrival home. Though he never declared it outright she knew he was Army, Delta Force, super-duper secret soldier, here today, gone tomorrow. But no matter what he was in his professional life, he remained her childhood friend and over the past few years, she had fallen crazy in love with him.  Who knew when. She knew why though she’d never told him, never tried. Courage fled every time she began.But not tonight.She waved at him, eager to get her seduction of him started.Are you nuts, girl?No. Absolutely not. Her eyes scanned his massive terminator body and her own flooded with wet desire. He was a sight for her hungry eyes. Big, bold and confidant, Ram was an appropriate nickname for a man who dominated any room and always got what he wanted. Tonight, unlike his last R&R, he looked less like a skinhead gladiator and more like a scrumptious businessman whose hobby was bodybuilding. He had grown his black hair out so that it curled at his nape. He wore civilian clothes, too. Charcoal grey trousers, a crisp white shirt sans tie and a tailored black blazer that fit his broad shoulders like a caress. And that is why, Cait, you can’t wait any longer to show him how you feel. That’s why you pledged to your gal pals, the Sassy Seven, that the next time Ram came home on leave you would strap on your cojones and tell him you wanted his toned bod in your bed!"Because I cannot go on like this!” Finding no other man I want more has been a bitch! “And my friends are right. I’ll use the sex toys and seduce the man!"Next to her, a woman who waited for another traveler raised a brow at her, then quickly stepped away.Okay. So now I act a little loco.Cait shoved her hands in her trouser pockets as she forced herself to meet the laughing, onyx gaze of the incredible hunk who rode down the escalator toward her. And lord, she couldn't help how her blood beat in her veins and how her pussy got all tingly just looking at the man who bounded down the last few steps, hauled her up in his arms and swung her around.His lips, hot and firm, were on her ear, her cheek and, ever so briefly, on her own. "Caitlyn, you are a sight for sore eyes. How are you, honey?""Great. Now that you're here." She'd promised herself to be blunt with him this visit. No diplomacy. No hesitancy. No chummy Cait, best friend of his youngest sister. Just crazy-in-love-with-him woman. "And gee, do you look like hell!"
"This leave couldn't come soon enough for me." His two big hands pressed her against him so hard, Cait got pictures in her mind of how fierce he'd be in bed. Her channel gushed in hot, juicy need. "I had to see you."* * * * *Happy Fourth!!!Happy reading!!!

Brenna Zinn interviews her newest stripper in Iron Rods series! A Scots dreamboat with a grrreat bod!

Brenna ZinnHopefully you’ve already heard about Iron Rods, the best little fictional strip club for women in Texas.  If you haven’t let me fill you in. Iron Rods is the first book in a series about a rundown strip club for women in Austin. At the beginning of Iron Rods, you learn that the club is a bone of contention between the owner, Austinite and half-crazy old man, Lyle Truitt and his estranged New Yorker son, Bennett Truitt.  Suffering from neglect and mismanagement, the club is in bad shape, including the shoddy dancers.  Then Tatum Reynolds, a down-on-her-luck University of Texas graduate with a Master of Dance degree, takes over and begins its slow return to its former glory.  In book one, several strippers, past and new, make an appearance. I’d like to give you an opportunity to meet one of them – my favorite – the Masked Man.The Masked Man is exactly that.  He auditions for a place on the stripper team wearing a mask and never takes it off.  The only things Tatum knows about the mystery man is that his real name is Mack Garner, he speaks with aScottish accent and he has to keep his true identity under wraps.
Interview Interviewer: Hello Mack, if indeed that is your real name. Congratulations on being selected as one of the strippers for the new and improved Iron Rods.Mack: Thank ye. And Mack is my real name. My accent may be as fake as a three dollar bill, but I carry it off well enough. Dinna ye think?Interviewer wipes mouth from the pooling drool: Yes. Absolutely. Nothing like a good looking man with a Scottish accent. Mack: The ladies seem to like it well enough. The more they like what they see and hear, the more they like to tip.  Ye ken?Interviewer: Oh.  I ken, alright.  So just between us and everyone reading this blog, why the need for all the secrecy?  I mean, really.  It’s not like you’re an FBI agent or a guy under the Witness Protection Program, right?Mack: *chuckles* I ken what you’re doing, Lass, and it won’t work.  What I will tell ye is that I have a job where my work as a stripper would be frowned upon.  And I dinna want to lose my job.Interviewer: Fair enough.  Then let’s talk about how you got into stripping.  Have you done it long?Mack: No, not at all.  I’ve never stripped before, except maybe for a few lasses I dated.  And then it was before I took them in my arms and had the kind of sex with them that curled their toes. But I have danced since I was a kid looking for something to do with my time. I grew up with my granddad, Jamie McKenzie, who truly is from Scotland, and I got into dancing after school to keep myself out of trouble until ol’ Jamie could come fetch me.Interviewer: No stripper experience?  That’s surprising.  Didn’t Tatum Reynolds, the manager of Iron Rods, make you the lead stripper?Mack: Aye. She did. I’m as stunned as you.  Clearly the woman has a keen eye.Interviewer *swallows hard*: It wouldn’t take a keen eye to see you’re an extremely handsome man with talent.   So, um, do you have a girlfriend? Any women in your life?Mack: No girlfriend. The only woman in my life is my boss and she about drives me crazy.  She has a stick up her backside that’s hard to get past. I wish she would lighten up a bit. Get off my back and into my bed.Interviewer: Excuse me?  I didn’t hear that last part.Mack: I said I wish she would get off my back and smile a bit. The woman never smiles.Interviewer: Now that you’ve had a chance to meet the other strippers, what do you think of the “Men of Iron Rods”?Mack: For the most part, they’re a fine group of fellas.  There is one though that seems to have a pretty fair-sized chip on his shoulder. Not sure what his problem is – yet. But I have a feeling we may bump heads if he doesna watch his step.Interviewer: Interesting.  What’s this man’s name?Mack:  I dinna know what his real name is.  Dinna care, really. His stage name is Archangel. Thinks he’s the bloody star of the show. But we all know who that is, now don’t we?Interviewer *nodding furiously*: Yes we do.  Speaking of stage name, what’s yours?Mack: Ack, well, we’re still figuring that out.  Tatum has been saying that the hot thing going on these days is BDSM.  What the bloody hell is BDSM?Interviewer: Does she mean Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism? Mack: Well, well now. I dinna ken for sure.  Is that what that means? I had no bloody idea. Verra interesting.Interviewer: Tatum is right, you know.  BDSM is extremely popular these days.  I’m curious to find out what she has in mind.Mack: You and me both, Lass.  You and me both.Interviewer: That about does it for our time today.  Anything you want to say before we wrap up this interview?Mack: Aye. My story, Masked Secrets, is the second book in Brenna Zinn’s Strip Club series. If you liked Iron Rods, book one. You’re gonna love Masked Secrets.
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To read more about Iron Rods, Masked Secrets and the third book in the series, Dirty Politics, go to www.IronRods.NET.
Here’s an excerpt. Enjoy!    Watered-down drinks were the last straw. The wild concoction of emotions brewing within her bubbled over. The time for calm had passed. She needed action. Something to release the rage and hurt trapped inside. She’d had enough of being stomped on by life, and by God she would not sit still while this seedy little club stepped on her as well.   Tatum picked up both drinks and marched to the bar, fury feeding her temper. Something in her day was going to go right, and having a decent drink to dull her pain wasn’t too much to ask for. So what if Conan the bartender looked as though he could snap her in half. If he so much as blinked the wrong way, she’d jump over the counter and make him wish he’d never poured a drink in his life.   The bartender had his broad back to her and appeared deep in conversation at the end of the bar with another man she hadn’t noticed before. How she could have overlooked the stranger was a mystery.   The man looked up and made eye contact with Tatum. Out of nowhere, fire popped and sizzled through her, scorching senses that had been dulled by the oppressiveness of the club. For a mesmerizing moment, she stared at the stranger, unable to look anywhere else.   Black hair groomed to perfection, a handsome face with an honest-to-God square jaw and wearing the kind of slick suit and tie she’d only seen in magazine ads, he looked like a modern-day aristocrat.    Some big shot who was completely out of place in a dive like Iron Rods.    Why such a good-looking man was here to do anything beyond strip she didn’t know and didn’t give a flip, she reminded herself. Tonight she was on a mission to forget her troubles and find some kind of satisfaction. If the stranger couldn’t help her in either regard, then he was little more than eye candy.   She plunked down the cocktail glasses. A harsh thudsounded as they hit the wood counter. The bartender glanced over his shoulder. His face still appeared impassive, though his eyebrows now arched a bit higher on his forehead.   “Yes?” he asked.   Tatum steeled her resolve and straightened her spine, hoping all six feet of her looked formidable to a man who probably crushed boulders with his bare hands. “If these drinks have a shot of pure vodka in them, then I’m the governor of Texas.”   The bartender said something to the stranger then turned around and made his way to where Tatum stood. Her skin grew cold as she noticed the hint of a grin pull at the corners of his lips. How could a person look more intimidating with a smile on his face?   “You saying I watered down your drinks?”Though the music in the club was loud enough to vibrate through the floor and up her calves, she easily heard his deep bass voice. A tremor of fright added to the quaking in her legs. Scared or not, she’d started this and she wouldn’t stop until she had two cocktails to her liking.   “I’m saying there’s no more alcohol in these glasses than there is in the Colorado River down the street.” Allowing the full impact of her feelings to give her strength, she took a step closer and pressed her stomach onto the padded vinyl that trimmed the bar. “My friend spent a lot of money for these drinks and I aim to make sure we get what we paid for. So how about you taking that unopened bottle of vodka there on the back shelf and trying one more time?”   The large bartender’s nose flared and the muscles in his thick neck and arms flexed. Before he had a chance to say a word, the man at the end of the bar spoke.   “It’s okay, T. Do as the lady asks.”   The big man shot her a look that could have frozen hell. “Fine. As the lady likes.” Without breaking his glare, he roughly grabbed two glasses and dropped them on the counter before reaching for the vodka.   And just like that, the polished stranger in the fancy suit single-handedly shut down her attempt at blowing the steam she’d built up.   In a perverse way, Tatum didn’t feel appeased. She might have gotten her way, but pumped-up energy still surged in her system. If only she could punch a wall or kick over a chair. She needed to do something, anything, to relieve her bottled-up tension and lock down the pheromones that unexpectedly decided to show up to the party.    The good-looking man wasn’t making her struggle to calm down any easier. Over the stacks of papers littering the end of the bar, he stared at her, and not in a pleasing way. He appeared amused, almost smug, as though she had just provided his evening’s entertainment.   She pushed her attraction aside and allowed her irritation to hitch a half notch.   “Are you the manager here?” she asked, making her way down to the end of the bar.   He punched the end of the pen he held and tossed it onto an open file. “I guess you can say I am. Is there a problem?”   His tone sounded a little too bored for her liking. He might not be hard to look at, but he had pompous ass written all over him. “As a matter of fact there is. Have you taken a good look at this place lately? It’s a dump. The lighting sucks, the dancers aren’t good-looking and couldn’t dance to save their souls, and the bartender is serving lousy drinks.”   He tilted his head. “You don’t say.”  His prissy, holier-than-thou attitude provided just the spark she needed to stay ignited. “Yes, I do say. You should be ashamed of yourself and this place. It’s the worst club in Austin.”   “And yet you’re here.”    "I—” Tatum started, but faltered in the wake of his unexpected retort. She blinked several times, too flustered to speak. Weren’t managers supposed to be nice to their customers? Even rich, snobby managers?   The stranger stood and Tatum’s gaze continued up until her head tilted back. Powerfully built, he not only stood several inches taller than her, he dominated the space around her. Though he might not be as humongous as the bartender, he radiated a fierce but intelligent intensity that commanded her attention. Here was a man used to getting what he wanted.   “You think someone else can do better?” he asked.   Her mouth watered as she watched the play of muscles behind his snug shirtsleeves and listened to the deep voice that poured over her like warm molasses. Good Lord, the man was virile.   Not permitting herself to be influenced by intimidation or lust, she raised her chin and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I think a drunk monkey could do better.”   “You looking for a job?”   Her mouth fell open at his audacity. She might be fast on the uptake, but he was faster and better.   Perturbed, Tatum planted her fists on her hips. “You calling me a drunk monkey?”* * * * * * * * * *Iron RodsStrip Club Series, Book 1.By Brenna Zinn
ISBN  9781419947179Book Length:     NovelPublisher:  Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.* * * * * *Brenna Zinn Bio and Contact Information
I remember reading about Texas in an Illinois grade school and thinking I probably would never see the great state where real cowboys ride their horses to work every day and everyone wears western hats and boots. Then again, I never dreamed I would elope in Gibraltar with a Navy man who hailed from the Lone Star state. But here I am, smack dab in the middle of Texas, still married to the same wonderful man and boasting not only the greatest daughter on the planet, but three dogs that are as big as long horns.
In between grade school and now, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.
Discover more about Brenna Zinn and her books at her website www.brennazinn.comOn FaceBook at Brenna ZinnAt Twitter at @BrennaZinnOn GoodReads at Brenna_Zinn
And at the Iron Rods website: www.IronRods.NET

Desiree Holt does #giveaway to 1 who posts! Celebrates her newest

Welcome to Rawhide, the most exclusive private dungeon in San Antonio, Texas. If you’re lucky enough to be invited, you never know who you’ll run into there.
Spurred to Submission  is the 6th book in the series and takes a little different turn.
A Recommended Read from All RBe sure to leave me a comment. One lucky person will win a copy of Rawhide #1: Crack the Whip.
When the death of their fathers brings Zoe Hampton and Max Cameron back to Big Spur, she hopes for two things—to show the hot shot New York lawyer she’s not a little girl anymore and the ranch he hates could actually ease the pain of the past. She’s got her work cut out for her on both accounts, and she doesn’t know whether to kick Wade into next week or jump his bones.Wade hates the ranch almost as much as he hated his father, and the only reason he’s home is to bury one and sell the other. But the old man’s will puts a hitch in Wade’s plans. Zoe spurs the Dom in him to take her over his knee for a spanking they’ll both enjoy. Even finding release at a private BDSM club becomes impossible.…until the night Zoe follows Wade to Rawhide.
Excerpt:“Will tells me we’ve got a good crop of calves to brand this year.”Wade’s voice behind her startled her out of her reverie and she lost her balance, tumbling into the pen. Before she could get to her feet he had climbed in beside her and stood looking down at her.She spit dust from her mouth and glowered at him. “Aren’t you even going to offer to help me up?” He stared down at her then shocked her by lowering his body over hers, his legs bracketing her as he knelt in the dirt. His long fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding them down to either side of her head, imprisoning her in the dirt. His grip was so tight as to be painful, and it shocked her to realize that it gave her pleasure.Wade bent low over her until his face was just inches away. His eyes darkened to the color of burnt chocolate again and a muscle ticked in his cheek. He wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted her to think. That kiss yesterday might have been meant to frighten her, just as he was trying to do now, but it was very clear he was affected by it. Probably more than he wanted to acknowledge. Instead of struggling Zoe lay on the ground beneath him, waiting to see what he’d do next.“You know what I’d like to do to you, little girl?” he ground out. “What?” The word came out in a breathy rush of air. “What would you like to do to me, Wade?”“Things that would scare the shit out of you.” He was holding her forcibly in place, apparently unaware she wasn’t attempting to get up. He was holding most of his weight on his knees so he didn’t crush her but she was essentially completely helpless. His crotch was practically at eye level and there was no mistaking the prominent bulge. Oh, yeah. He was as hard as she was instantly wet.“You think so?” She licked her lower lip, seeing the heat flare in his eyes again and knowing she was pulling the tiger’s tail. “You might be surprised.”He stared at her for so long she wondered if he ever planned to speak or move. Without warning he rose to his feet, pulling her with him. Imprisoning her wrists with one hand he swept her over his shoulder and stomped into the barn with her. Before she realized what he was doing he carried her into the tack room and slammed the door shut, sliding the bolt into place to keep it locked.“Big talker,” he ground out. “Let’s see where that big talk gets you.”Grabbing a coiled length of rope hanging on a peg he wound it around her wrists, tying it off and fastening the other end on a nail high up on the wall. Her arms were now stretched high over her head, forcing her to stand on tiptoe. Wade kept his gaze locked with hers as he worked, obviously watching for signs of fear or resentment or—who knew what. She knew she should be terrified, or at least alarmed. This might be Wade, who she’d known since she was born, but in the twenty years since she’d last seen him, who knew how much he’d changed? What he’d become? Her brain told her she should either demand he release her—or beg him. But her brain seemed to be disconnected from her body. The edge of fear crawling through her was wrapped in a blanket of suddenly exploding lust. Who knew how much his control and dominance would turn her on? She could take this as far as he could.
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THE EYES OF BAST, paranormal shapeshifter, by fabulous Lisabet Sarai

The Eyes of Bastby Lisabet Sarai is a fabulous, erotic paranormal/shapeshifter romance!
Trust your heart. Follow your dreams.
Shaina Williams' grandmother bequeathed her that wisdom, along with a old pendant from the Islands, carved from an ocelot's tooth. When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she'd set in Central Park, she listens to that inner voice, She discovers she's caged a magnificent black tom, but the cat inexplicably vanishes after she tends to his wounds. Seeking the errant feline, Shaina encounters instead a handsome stranger whose slightest touch sets her body on fire. As the day dawns after a night of ferocious passion, her mysterious lover is forced back into his true shape - the tomcat she'd rescued.  
Born a cat, Tom was transformed into an unwilling shape shifter by a sorceress who craved a human plaything to satisfy her perverse lusts. Centuries old and irresistibly powerful, Delphine Montserrat will stop at nothing to find her runaway familiar. Shaina vows to do whatever is necessary to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and save the man she believes is her soul mate – even though it might mean losing him forever.
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The Eyes of Bast was an experiment. I created the novella as a serial, writing and posting a chapter each month as part of my regular website update. I've never tried this approach before. Although I'm usually more of a plotter than a pantster, I had very little idea about what would happen next. Each month, I'd reread the previous installment, to help me maintain continuity, and then I'd just sit down and write whatever came to mind.
The process was remarkably liberating. I could set my imagination free.
The bulk of what I write is targeted for a particular publisher and often, a specific call for submissions. I usually have a predefined theme and both a minimum and maximum word count. These constraints shape my creative process. My internal editor is constantly active. Would the publisher object to this language? Was I taking too long to get to the clinch? Was my take on the theme close enough to satisfy the requirements?
With The Eyes of Bast, I was writing for my own pleasure – and of course that of my readers. The story could be as long (or short) as it needed to be. I could write sweet or raunchy, depending on my mood.  I could introduce plot twists as they occurred to me, without worrying too much about plausibility.
I was writing purely for the fun of it. What a novel concept!
I'm actually pretty pleased with the way the tale turned out. I especially like the dramatic ending, which borrows a bit from horror tales. And I'm delighted by the depths my villain ultimately revealed. I have a problem writing bad guys (or in this case, bad girls). Delphine Montserrat is one of my better evil-doers.
I hope my readers agree.
Excerpt – Rated PG
Tom finally broke the kiss and leaned back with a sigh. “Ah, Shaina! I should never have allowed you near me. But I was so very lonely... I wasn’t thinking straight. Now I’ve put you in danger too.”
“Danger? What kind of danger?” I reached over to flick the switch on my reading lamp, so I could read his expressions. Then I seated myself cross-legged at his feet and clasped his hands in mine. “Tell me, Tom. Tell me everything.”
“You will not believe me.”
“How could I not believe after – after what I saw this morning?”
His brows knotted together. “I never wanted you to see – I was careless...”
“But I did see. And now I know, at least something about you. But I don’t know enough to help you out of whatever trouble you’re in. Tell me the whole truth. I promise I’ll keep it private, if that’s what you want. And I promise I won’t be shocked.”
Tom’s lush mouth twisted in a grimace of disgust. “You might not be able to keep that promise. But never mind. You’ve asked. I’ll tell you.”
He stared off into the distance, above my head. “I was born in a small town in coastal Maine, about seven years ago.”
“Seven years...?”
“I was born a cat.”
I choked down my cry of surprise. How could it be...?
“Yes. I was born under a wharf. I spent the first six months of my life as a black kitten, a stray living off the scraps from the fishing boats and clam shacks. Then she caught me and made me her prisoner.”
“She?”
“I don’t even want to utter her name. There’s danger in the very word. She is a witch, centuries old, a practitioner of the darkest arts – the epitome of evil. Out walking one evening along the rocky shore, she caught sight of me and wanted me as her familiar. It was easy for her to lure me into her clutches.
“At first she just used me to facilitate her spells. The rumored powers of black cats are more than just legend. Before long, though, she began to experiment.”
His ominous tone sent a chill through my naked body. I pulled the towel around me.
“You see, her advanced age hadn’t diminished her lust. Quite the opposite. She wanted a sexual plaything, someone she could use to satisfy her perverted desires. A male body she could own and control. So she delved into her books of magic, seeking a spell that would turn her poor innocent feline familiar into a man – at least when she wanted him that way.
“Her first attempts failed.” Tom shuddered at the recollection. “She barely managed to save my life. I guess she’d grown fond of me at that point – in her own twisted way.”
“Oh, Tom...”
“Finally, she found a ritual that would change an animal into a human during the hours when the sun was banished from the earth. I’ll never forget the terror of that first transformation, when I found myself wobbling on two legs in front of her naked body. It was even worse than what came after.”
“What was that?”

“Oh, Shaina – I was human, but scarcely a man. I was barely thirteen.” * * * * * *About the Author
When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous.
Now that I'm grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. In my paranormal tales, love works the most powerful magick.
Find out more about me and my books at my website, Lisabet's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) and my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). I also hang out on Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai) and Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai).  I also have a VIP readers email list where I share release and contest information and run exclusive monthly giveaways. To join, just email me: lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com.

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This book is: SEALsmilitaryfriends to loversunrequited love for more than a DECADEa lady who needs multiple Os...and gets them!a man who needs only one woman...and gets burned...then happy.a child who wants a grown up male frienda mother who wants a father for her childa military family who love their kids, their neighbors and the job they doa big July 4th Basha swimming accident110 pages that singe your fingers and your eyeballsmake your heart raceand other parts of your body...um...pound.Cuz you gotta read the book.And if you need more convincing, go to yesterday's post for a LOOOOONG EXCERPT!Then?Lick your fingers. They're burnt.






















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Did you ever BURN for a man? BURNING FOR NERO tomorrow in #sealsgoinghot series!

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Tomorrow! Tomorrow everywhere! Nero burns you up! 
Navy SEAL Tony Nero, goes home for July 4th weekend to see his family and finds there the woman he has tried to forget for more than a decade!
On leave due to an injury, Navy SEAL Tony Nero heads home for a little R&R and some Fourth of July fun. When his buddy’s widow Cass Phillips picks him up at the air station, Tony figures he’s in for a sexually frustrating few days. He’s had the hots for the blonde siren for years, but his best friend won her heart first. Even though Ray’s been gone more than a year, Tony bets Cass isn’t interested in any man. Not him. And especially not another SEAL.
Cass has a bone to pick with longtime friend, Tony. After her husband died, he was the closest thing her little boy had to a father figure. His visits stopped abruptly and her son doesn't understand why. Neither does she. She's also unable to quench her growing need for the tough and tender man. She's already loved and lost one SEAL, but that doesn't stop her from burning for Nero. Need a nibble of Cerise’s newest cherry? Of course you do! Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved. Wild to leave, Cass headed through the French doors. Across the patio to the lawn, she sank in the lush grass. Catching herself time and again from turning an ankle, she strode toward the boathouse. She stayed there whenever she visited, not wishing to sleep in the room she and Ray had shared when Ray was alive. Jon still slept up at the main house with his grandparents, thinking it a vacation from Mommy and ordinary restrictions. Tonight, Cass needed the solitude the hideaway offered.The moon was bright and she made her way quickly. She got to the steps before Tony’s hand grasped her wrist, the strength of the man she wished to escape halting her in her tracks.“Stop. Cass, stop.”“No.” No, she would not cry or beg or scream. She couldn’t demean herself like that. She took a step, but the giant in her path caught her against him. With just one arm, Tony could trap her.Against his formidable body, against her better judgment, she wanted to simply stand there, never move.He crushed her close, nearer than he ever had before, and she felt the power of his presence. His one good hand pressed her fully against him, then glided down her spine to press her hips to his. She caught her breath. He was hard. And he wanted her.She turned to leave.“Stay. Stay.”She shook her head, her gaze beyond him. “Let me go, Tony.”“I don’t want to.” He lifted her chin with his injured hand. “Look at me.”Bravery was her forte. Hell, she’d been a warrior’s wife. To face this one was easy peasy. Right? She met his gaze. Not the viper, not the seducer, not her friend, this man gazed down at her and absorbed her distress with sympathetic eyes. “You don’t want to go, either.”“I couldn’t watch—” Oh, lord. Had she really blurted that? She was botching this.“She came on to me, Cass.” She stared at him, caught between delight at his words and regret at her. If she had more nerve, she could own up to wanting him. If she weren’t so stuck in her friendship rut, she could make a move on him. Was her pride more important than finding out if he could care for her as more than a friend? “Listen to me.” He stroked the small of her back. “I didn’t encourage her. Why would I, Cass?” His last words were so raw, she barely heard them. But the sorrow in them thrilled her and she looked up at him again. “Why would I when I just want to be with you? Tell you how I loved your song and dance with Jon. Praise you and say you are the finest mother, babe. Why would I want to be with her when you’re the one I want to talk to? Huh? Tell me.”She was speechless with joy.He cradled her near him as if she were fragile china. The feel of him was heaven, like coming home to a safe place she’d never known existed. He dropped kisses to the crown of her hair and his gentleness stunned her so that she wrapped her arms around his waist and burrowed into him.He groaned and stepped out of her embrace.Unbalanced, she stumbled. But he clasped her hand and pulled her along, striding like a mercenary on a mission toward the front door of her boathouse. At the threshold, he halted, dropped her hand and looked down at her, a muscle in his jaw jumping. “Invite me inside, Cass.”An order, a metaphor, a plea. His words were all of them and she reveled in their potential. In one lunge, she swept open the screen door and pulled him inside. He whirled her against the inside wall, pinning her there with his body and cupping her throat. “Tell me why I’m here.”Words would be too much, too soon. She’d show him. She undulated against him, this man she had watched and wanted for months now. Wrapping her arms around him, she brushed her mouth against the corded column of his throat, nuzzling the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple. She parted her lips to taste the musk of his very healthy body. She rose on her toes, pulling him closer, nestling her puckered lips into the hollow beneath his cheekbones. She slid her mouth to his and he waited, still as stone, letting her lead.Ah, god. She had hungered for this decadent taste of him for so long. She’d been so careful to tease apart her motives. Tony was kind, caring, no clone of Ray. No substitute either. She wanted him for his sweet, bad self. Could he want her because she was different from any other woman he took to bed? She paused to examine him.“Don’t stop now. What’s in your eyes is too raw to be best friends with benefits.” He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head gently. “I won’t trespass. Our ties are too old, too strong. So, whatever I’m here for say it, or I’m leaving and we forget this ever happened.”“Stay.” She took his mouth as if she were a dying woman, needing only the succor he gave. His lips were firm and willing. She grabbed him by the shirt, yearning to hold all of him, lose herself inside  him. “I want all of you.”“Since when?”“Months and months.”Growling, he pressed flush against her from chest to thighs He seized her lips, bestowing sizzling kisses, grazing her tender flesh, scouring her mind. He sent his tongue inside the cavern of mouth and probed and plunged, fierce, claiming and testing. She mewled.Breathless, he yanked away. “I’m hurting you.”“No.” She curled her hands around his neck and drew his mouth once more to hers. “I need you to need me like that.”“Christ, baby.” He sucked on her lips. “I’m trying not to gobble you up.”“Damn. You’d better.”He stopped, surprise living in his gaze, feral, dominant. This was that other Nero. Predator. Marauder. The sight of him in his splendor made her knees quiver. “What else can I do for you?”When had any man ever asked her that? She licked her lips. “Multiple orgasms.”He nodded, grinning. “Your wish is my command.”Helpless joy flooded her. She’d grown so tired of Ray’s selfishness, she’d questioned any man’s desire to satisfy her in bed or out. The one man she had opened her legs for last year had turned out to be a total dud. All slap and tickle, full of sound and fury signifying nothing but meh. “You can deliver, huh?”“Complain to me at any time,” Tony whispered with such utter compassion, that she realized he understood she lacked inspired loving. “One rule though,” he said against her mouth, his hand stroking her spine.To have this man in her bed, inside her, this man to roll with and rock with? Oh, yes. Yes. “Name it.”* * * * * * *