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October 9, 2016
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog! Here's a smooch from my hot new BDSM story AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND.
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In their cottage in the country, thirty-two-year-old submissive Melody and her dominant husband Ivor have the freedom to enjoy intimate gatherings with friends who share their particular interests. But when a new—and very beautiful—young woman makes her first appearance at one of their parties, Melody cannot help growing envious of the attention she receives.
As soon as Ivor learns of his wife’s reaction to this new woman’s presence, he makes it very clear to Melody that their bond is stronger than ever and there will never be room for anyone but her in his heart. But when she persists in letting her unfounded jealousy get the better of her, will Ivor follow through with his promise of a long, hard, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking?
Carefully he pulled her top up and over her breasts, slipped her arms from the thin straps and lifted it over her head. But he didn’t remove it completely. He left the neckline around her brow and the material fanning over her hair and onto the pillow.“That reminds me of your veil,” he said, studying her.“And that pleases you?”“Very much.” He leaned in for a kiss. A long, seductive kiss that calmed her and reminded her of how much she loved him, not just for the awesome sex but for the kind, generous, and strong man that he was.Eventually he lifted up. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of firm strokes. “Do you remember what you said when you saw my cock that first time?”She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”“What was it?”“That I didn’t think it would fit.” She gave a slightly embarrassed giggle as she recalled her naivety. “That was silly of me.”He raised his eyebrows. “And does it feel like a silly thought now?”Her giggle faded and she swallowed a bolt of nervousness. “No, Sir. It doesn’t.”“But I will make it fit,” he said, sliding closer to her. “And I will make it good for you.” He caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Do you trust me to?”“Always, I always trust you. You’re my master.”“No, don’t call me master, not now. I want to be Ivor, your new groom, the way I was that night.”“Yes... Ivor, of course.”He smiled as he took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and teased, using his teeth to create small nips of pain that had Melody groaning and arching her back.He pulled at her skirt, bunching it upwards around her waist. “I remember how you blushed,” he said, looking into her eyes. “When I did this for the first time.”“Did what, Sir... Ivor?”“This, my little virgin.” He shuffled lower, pushed her legs wide, then settled himself between her thighs.Melody ran her hands into his hair and closed her eyes. She could indeed remember her embarrassment that first night when he’d kissed her there, brought her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue. She’d never imagined what it would be like to have a man’s face pressed against her pussy, hadn’t thought it would be part of their wedding night, but it had been, and it had been amazing.Ivor stroked his tongue over her wet labia, then applied pressure to her clit.Melody whimpered and tensed her stomach muscles. The plug in her arse shifted slightly, creating a thicker, fuller feeling deep inside of her.He began to stroke her clit, building up the pressure. She needed to come so badly but wouldn’t unless he gave her permission to.She was aware of him probing her pussy entrance then sliding a finger inside. It didn’t feel any different with the plug in, and his way was eased by her moisture.“Oh, please, Ivor, more. I want to come.”He lifted up and hovered over her. “You will... soon.”
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October 7, 2016
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, here's a few from SLAP SHOT, book #3 in my HOT ICE series but perfectly fine as a standalone read.
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"When it comes to Dana, the captain of the Vipers plays to win."
They say a leopard can’t change its spots. They’re wrong, because I did! Now I’m successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don’t have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me, my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It’s all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it, I’m working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick “Ramrod” Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name—big, bad and fortunately playing to win!
His mouth was at my temple, his chest against my shoulder blades keeping me tight up against the pole. “Shh,” he soothed, palming the burn in my butt. “It’s okay, it’s going to be amazing, stick with it.”
His body heat left me and another heated slap, my right buttock this time, hit down. As it seared across my skin, he curled his fingers inside me and stroked over my G-spot.“Ow, ow, ow,” I panted, the sting making a beeline for my pussy, heating it and increasing the want. “Oh baby, it’s so pretty, you’re going pink already.”
“But, Rick, I...” I was writhing my hips, claiming the wonderful pressure he was applying to my sweetest point. Oh, I didn’t need much more, it was so fantastic, his fingers were so damn clever. And the pole, the cool pole was right against my clit.“I want to make you red,” he breathed into my ear. His words washed over me, a blur amongst the cacophony of other sensations. “I want to make your ass all pretty and red and then fuck you from behind,” he murmured. “So I can watch your glowing skin tremble for me. Tremble while I fuck you. Fuck you real hard.” I heard those words loud and clear and Oh. My. God. I should have guessed a guy that overdosed on testosterone would have his fair share of kinks. “I won’t slap you again until you ask, Dana.” I pushed into the pole, squeezed shut my eyes and dragged in a breath. The pain had dulled, merely a memory now. But as it faded I realized I wanted it back. I wanted it back desperately. The sting was like a direct current of stimulation to my pussy. Another erotic stimulus that I had to have. “Dana,” he breathed onto my temple. “Do you want more?” “Yes,” I panted, hardly believing what I was agreeing to. “Yes, again. More.”
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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. I love a couple with history and non more so when it's a dark, secretive history fuelled by passion. Here's a few from new erotic suspense STOCKHOLM SURRENDER.
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My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he crept from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
*please note, Stockholm Surrender was previously published with different cover art, the content remains the same*
“Ty, please.” I was frantic. Beads of sweat popped on my body, my whole pussy trembled and my engorged clit was throbbing. “Now, make me come now, I need it.”“You know what I need?”“Yes, yes, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything you need, right here, right now.”He groaned and slipped his fingers from me. I suddenly felt hollow and empty. “No,” he said firmly. “You can’t give me what I want, not here.”I refocused and looked into his face. “I can, please, untie me. I want to hold you, I want you in me.”His voice lowered to a murmur. “And I want to bury my dick in your sweet pussy and feel you climax around me, cry out and writhe beneath me more than anything, I want it so bad, but...”“But?”“But I want you to help me get James out first.” He stood straight and I couldn’t help but notice the strain of his erection against his jeans.“I will, you know I will.”“No, Penny, I’ll finish what I just started when I see some progress. When your father takes an interest in the case, a keen interest.”I dropped my mouth open. “You cannot be serious.”“I’m deadly serious. You need to buck up your act. Start using some of your powers as a foreign minister’s daughter to get this sorted.”“But, but I thought...” My eyes began to fill with tears. I was being used. I felt sick.He reached for my face. “Make no mistake about the depth of my need for you, baby, but I just can’t indulge in this hot but weird thing we’re doing while James is incarcerated. At least not while there’s no hope or progress.” He stroked his thumb beneath my lid and caught a drip of moisture. “Don’t cry. You know I hate it when you cry.”
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"Todd 'Pretty' Carty isn't just the best in the league, he's also model-perfect, damn shame he's not gay...or is he?"
Dating Todd “Pretty” Carty was a trailblazing, headline-grabbing ride that shocked and divided a team, a sport and a nation. While controversy ruled, our feelings exploded and we couldn’t deny the desire that sizzled between us. Nothing, however, was easy outside the bedroom. Not when my world-class, fearless athlete wanted to shout from Everest that he was in love with another man.
But laying my heart on the line and having my picture dominating the papers was worth it. Everything about Todd turned me on. His bold hockey skills, his courageous attitude and the way he melted in my arms when I kissed him. I melted too, because he knew how to press my buttons, remind me of the man I used to be and take me to those places where ecstasy ruled.
The world might have trouble accepting us, but we’d committed to each other, mind, body and soul, and nothing could change that.
*Please note, High-Sticked was previously published with different cover art. It's also the only M/M in my HOT ICE series*
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After hanging up my jacket, I filled the coffeepot. It was raining again so I shut the blinds against the dark evening and flicked on the lamps in my living room. I glanced at the mirror and rubbed my palm over my chin. I really should have shaved today. It had been two mornings now and I was looking Neanderthal. I’d make the effort tomorrow. There was a loose thread on the old hockey jersey I wore. I’d order a new Gatsby one next time I was online. Or would I? I stared at the familiar penguin clutching his stick. It seemed strange, disloyal even to consider buying a blue-and-red Rangers jersey, but I was. And would I choose number six? Or would that be too weird? The rich aroma of coffee wafted toward me and I wandered into the kitchen. I was just reaching for a mug when my intercom buzzed. I wasn’t expecting anyone. “Hello?”“Matthew, it’s me. Can I come up?”Oh my god. He’s here! “Yeah, er, sure.” I buzzed him in and replaced the handset. What did he want? Who cared? Todd Carty was here, the Rangers’ new golden boy was right this minute traveling up the elevator to my apartment. I hoped the damn thing didn’t break down again. It had been acting up lately. I glanced around, heart thumping and stomach somersaulting. The place was as tidy as it ever got. It would have to do, and there was coffee on. Damn, I should have shaved. I paused in the hall. Why was I thinking like that? Should have shaved. Of all the ridiculous things to go through my mind. As if Todd cared whether I’d shaved or not. He’d probably only stay a couple of minutes, ask if I’d been to the game and what I’d thought of it. It wasn’t as if my place was out of his way, he only lived on the next block. Two solid bangs echoed around the hallway. I paused for a few seconds before opening the door, relishing the knowledge that two hundred pounds of elite athlete was knocking for me. It wasn’t something that happened every day. But I could get used to it. I was greeted by his smiling, heart-stoppingly handsome face, words of congratulations piling up in my mouth. But his smile suddenly slipped, his gaze dropped down to my chest and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “What the fuck are you wearing?” He stepped quickly over the threshold. I backed away, suddenly realizing how unnerving it must be for an opponent he was hunting down. “What the fuck is that?” He prodded the center of my chest, right in the eye of the penguin. “It’s a hockey jersey,” I said as my shoulders hit the wall. His voice was deadly quiet.“It’s a Pittsburgh jersey.”“Yeah, so?” The door slammed. He’d back-kicked it closed. He pointed accusingly at the eighty-seven on the sleeve. “Not only is it a Pittsburgh jersey, it’s fucking Gatsby’s number. I hope to hell you didn’t wear that to the game just now.” “So what if I did? No one would have seen. I had my coat on. It’s a hockey game, I wanted to wear my hockey jersey.” Okay, so perhaps instead of worrying about not shaving, I should have stripped off this top while I’d been waiting for Todd to ride the elevator. I’d had no idea he’d be so incensed by it. But the rise of color on his cheeks and the menacing way he was looming toward me told me he was not happy. “I can’t fucking believe it,” Todd said. “I told you that wannabe fouled me last season, more than once, and then he whined like a girl to the ref whenever I went near him.” I rested my palm over the number eighty-seven. “Gatsby is hardly a wannabe, more of a been-there-done-that, and besides, I like wearing his number.” “Why?” He was so close now I could hear his breaths and see his chest rising and falling beneath his leather jacket. “Why do you like wearing his number?” “Because not only is he a class player he’s also fucking gorgeous.”He widened his eyes. “You think Gatsby is gorgeous?”Not as gorgeous as you.“Yeah.”“He’s a hairy-assed pansy.” Fleetingly I wondered whether Todd knew from locker room gossip whether Gatsby really did have a hairy ass. It was something I’d thought about myself over the years. But I didn’t have time to ponder now, because suddenly Todd gripped the bottom of my jersey and yanked it upward.“Hey!” I grunted. “Take it off.” “No.”“Take it off. I can’t talk to you while you’re wearing it.” He was deadly serious.“No,” I said again. As soon as I did, I knew protesting had been a mistake. Todd now had that grim look on his face, the same one I’d seen on the big screen earlier when a call hadn’t gone his way. It was right before he scored his third goal. His lips twitched and his eyes let everyone know he was all about getting what he wanted. “Then I’ll make you,” he said through gritted teeth. I was aware of his hands on me. I was every bit as tall as him, but completely outmuscled. I didn’t have the time to train in the gym several hours a day like he did. But that didn’t stop me wriggling, shoving and fighting against the way he was dragging the jersey upward. Cool air hit my stomach and I tensed my abs as I twisted. But it was no good. He was pressing into me now. Pinning me to the wall with his legs. My heart was racing, little prickles of excitement tickling over my skin, each spot he touched with his fingers and knuckles becoming sharp fizzes of awareness. He was breathing harder now; so was I. I stared at his face, at his hair that had flopped over his eyes in our tussle. Suddenly I was blinded and had no choice but to lift my arms as the jersey was peeled off. It flew through the air and landed with a whump against the front door. “That’s the last time you wear that,” he said breathlessly. “Next time you wear a hockey jersey it will be a Rangers one, and it’ll be number six.” “You gonna make me?”
He smirked, his eyes full of triumph. “Yeah, I reckon I am.”
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"Bedding one hot hockey player is enough for most girls, but two...well that's just greedy!"
What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven, and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal?
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A noise behind me jolted me from my sexy daydream. Turning, my breath caught and my head went fuzzy. Standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen were Todd and Raven. Their shoulders were almost touching, each as tall as the other, but that was where any similarity ended. Todd looked suave and sophisticated. His blond hair was carefully tousled, he wore smart navy pants, a white shirt and pale-blue tie. He held a pink gift bag decorated with an enormous bow and he was grinning broadly. Raven once again wore just his sweats. His skin, the color of a perfect, just-baked loaf of bread, appeared shower damp and his hair was scraped back. He topped off his look with the usual scowl and drawn-down eyebrows. Todd walked over to the table, his shiny leather shoes clacking on the floor, and set down the gift. “Morning, sugar, how’d you sleep?” “Well, I…not too good actually.” “I’m sorry about that.” He stepped up to me, slotted his hand into my hair and gave me a soft kiss, right in the center of my lips. I couldn’t help but melt, and had to curl my hand around his forearm to keep my balance. Damn it, he was good. He smelled and felt marvelous, his cologne a combination of lemon and green apples, and his just-shaved chin as smooth as silk against mine. If I hadn’t been holding on, I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Sorry, I’m early. I guess I was looking forward to seeing you,” he said quietly against my mouth. “That’s fine, but I’m not quite ready and I just need to…” I glanced around his shoulder at Raven. “I just need to do ten minutes of acupuncture on Raven before we go.” “Ah, the silent acupuncture treatment.” Todd dropped his hand from my hair and turned to face Raven. Raven’s fists clenched and his shoulders lifted toward his ears. Somewhere in my subconscious, I took that as a good sign, but I was more worried about the stormy expression flitting across his face—the tight set of his jaw and the way his lips had thinned—none of it boded well. He hasn’t calmed down from last night then. “I’ve heard all about your arrangement,” Todd said to Raven with a laugh. “How you two can’t bear to speak to one another. You’re a fool. I keep telling you, lighten up.” Raven’s nose twitched and he took several ground-eating paces across the kitchen until he was face-to-face with Todd. “Fiona and I communicate just fine,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You’d do well to remember that.” Todd raised his eyebrows. Amusement sparkled in the depths of his blue irises. He didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the murderous intent oozing from Raven. Hell, I am. If they were going to kick off, I had no intention of getting in the middle of all that brawn. And if Todd kept smirking at Raven, then fireworks were really going to explode. Spectacularly. I stepped away but a sudden arm around my waist stopped me moving far. “Hey,” I gasped, staring up at Raven. “Let me—” Suddenly he was kissing me with the same extreme passion he had the night before. I murmured a weak, pitiful complaint and, to my shame, allowed him to take total possession. I was helpless, too far gone. Raven’s particular brand of kissing was addictive and completely irresistible. His tongue probed deep and he tipped me backward, dipping me to the floor at the same time as pulling me up against his warm skin and holding me secure in his arms. As suddenly as it started the kiss stopped. He pulled me up and looked deep into my eyes. I was breathless, breathless and turned-on and about to become a quivering mass of helpless need on the kitchen tiles. Jesus, what girl wouldn’t be? My robe had slipped open and I could feel the cool air-conditioning blowing down on my cleavage, my belly and the tops of my thighs. I welcomed it, I was feverish. “You see, Todd, no problem,” Raven said, gently pulling me completely upright but doing nothing about my exposed body. “Communication is not an issue at all. We’ve got a great system.” A seed of sense returned and hurriedly I covered myself—words, apologies, excuses tripping through my brain. “Todd, I-I’m sorry, he…I…” Todd tipped back his head and laughed. A great big guffaw. “Don’t worry about it.” He held his palms up to Raven. “I’m just glad you haven’t completely ducked out of the land of the living, buddy. I was worried about you there.” “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Todd pulled in a deep breath, looked at me then back to Raven. His face fell serious. “Only thing is, you’ve just kissed my date.” He lifted his eyebrows. “And I’m not sure what to do about that.”
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What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven, and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal?
Excerpt
A noise behind me jolted me from my sexy daydream. Turning, my breath caught and my head went fuzzy. Standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen were Todd and Raven. Their shoulders were almost touching, each as tall as the other, but that was where any similarity ended. Todd looked suave and sophisticated. His blond hair was carefully tousled, he wore smart navy pants, a white shirt and pale-blue tie. He held a pink gift bag decorated with an enormous bow and he was grinning broadly. Raven once again wore just his sweats. His skin, the color of a perfect, just-baked loaf of bread, appeared shower damp and his hair was scraped back. He topped off his look with the usual scowl and drawn-down eyebrows. Todd walked over to the table, his shiny leather shoes clacking on the floor, and set down the gift. “Morning, sugar, how’d you sleep?” “Well, I…not too good actually.” “I’m sorry about that.” He stepped up to me, slotted his hand into my hair and gave me a soft kiss, right in the center of my lips. I couldn’t help but melt, and had to curl my hand around his forearm to keep my balance. Damn it, he was good. He smelled and felt marvelous, his cologne a combination of lemon and green apples, and his just-shaved chin as smooth as silk against mine. If I hadn’t been holding on, I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Sorry, I’m early. I guess I was looking forward to seeing you,” he said quietly against my mouth. “That’s fine, but I’m not quite ready and I just need to…” I glanced around his shoulder at Raven. “I just need to do ten minutes of acupuncture on Raven before we go.” “Ah, the silent acupuncture treatment.” Todd dropped his hand from my hair and turned to face Raven. Raven’s fists clenched and his shoulders lifted toward his ears. Somewhere in my subconscious, I took that as a good sign, but I was more worried about the stormy expression flitting across his face—the tight set of his jaw and the way his lips had thinned—none of it boded well. He hasn’t calmed down from last night then. “I’ve heard all about your arrangement,” Todd said to Raven with a laugh. “How you two can’t bear to speak to one another. You’re a fool. I keep telling you, lighten up.” Raven’s nose twitched and he took several ground-eating paces across the kitchen until he was face-to-face with Todd. “Fiona and I communicate just fine,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You’d do well to remember that.” Todd raised his eyebrows. Amusement sparkled in the depths of his blue irises. He didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the murderous intent oozing from Raven. Hell, I am. If they were going to kick off, I had no intention of getting in the middle of all that brawn. And if Todd kept smirking at Raven, then fireworks were really going to explode. Spectacularly. I stepped away but a sudden arm around my waist stopped me moving far. “Hey,” I gasped, staring up at Raven. “Let me—” Suddenly he was kissing me with the same extreme passion he had the night before. I murmured a weak, pitiful complaint and, to my shame, allowed him to take total possession. I was helpless, too far gone. Raven’s particular brand of kissing was addictive and completely irresistible. His tongue probed deep and he tipped me backward, dipping me to the floor at the same time as pulling me up against his warm skin and holding me secure in his arms. As suddenly as it started the kiss stopped. He pulled me up and looked deep into my eyes. I was breathless, breathless and turned-on and about to become a quivering mass of helpless need on the kitchen tiles. Jesus, what girl wouldn’t be? My robe had slipped open and I could feel the cool air-conditioning blowing down on my cleavage, my belly and the tops of my thighs. I welcomed it, I was feverish. “You see, Todd, no problem,” Raven said, gently pulling me completely upright but doing nothing about my exposed body. “Communication is not an issue at all. We’ve got a great system.” A seed of sense returned and hurriedly I covered myself—words, apologies, excuses tripping through my brain. “Todd, I-I’m sorry, he…I…” Todd tipped back his head and laughed. A great big guffaw. “Don’t worry about it.” He held his palms up to Raven. “I’m just glad you haven’t completely ducked out of the land of the living, buddy. I was worried about you there.” “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Todd pulled in a deep breath, looked at me then back to Raven. His face fell serious. “Only thing is, you’ve just kissed my date.” He lifted his eyebrows. “And I’m not sure what to do about that.”
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OUT NOW from Evernight Publishing. STOCKHOLM SURRENDER, a dark and sexy tale of kidnap and passion.
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My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he crept from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
“How is James?” He frowned as though surprised by my question. “I stopped over on my way here and after a lot of paperwork and hanging around I saw him. He’s thin, thin and scared, but typical James he’s trying to be positive. Although how he’s managing it I don’t know. The place is hell on earth.” “It must be awful.” Ty narrowed his eyes and nibbled at his full bottom lip. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got to get him out. There’s going to be a retrial but it could go against him, and there’s still talk of the death sentence.” “Shit, really? God, that’s awful. I want to help.” He tipped his head a little nearer to mine and I traced my fingertips over the rise of his collarbones to the hollow of his throat. “Do you really?” he asked. “Yes, of course. I’ve brought it up with my father several times.” “So bring it up again.” His voice was steely. “I will, I have. Trouble is, he’s so pissed that you kidnapped me back in Oz that he flips into a blind rage whenever the subject is raised.” “Well, he’s going to have to get over that. Maybe when he gets the message that you’re going to be taken again he’ll come to his senses.” “Aren’t you taking me now?”He shook his head.I shifted against him.He didn’t budge. “So when are you going to let me go?”He curled his lips into a devilish smile. “In a minute.” I swallowed and wondered what it was about that smile that sent hot fiery fingers of need speeding to every erogenous zone in my body. “Right after I’ve done this,” he murmured. In a sudden rush, he claimed my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. I opened up and let him in, releasing a small moan of pleasure as he pulled me close. Damn, the man could kiss. His mouth communicated desire and strength, passion and danger and I lapped it up like the starving, reckless woman I was. He chased for my tongue and we began a wild, slippery tango, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. I slotted my fingers into his thick hair and urged him closer. “Ah, fuck, Penny,” he gasped, trailing supercharged kisses over my cheek. “If only…” I tipped my neck as he explored behind my ear with his mouth, making me shiver in bliss. “If only what?” I asked breathlessly, barely controlling the delicious shudders rippling up my spine. “If only circumstances were different.” He was exploring with his hands too, the thin material of the gloves sliding beneath my sweater, over the base of my ribs to my breasts. I trembled as he cupped me through my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Different?” I managed. My brain was struggling to work. He did this to me, Ty, made me forget everything and all sense. “Yeah, if only we’d met like two ordinary people.” His voice was low and husky. “Instead of this crazy situation. We could have been so hot together.” “We are hot together.” “Fuck, I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it.” He was spooning my other breast now, holding it in his palm. The urge to pull off my top and let him have full access was overwhelming. “We did something about it last time.” “I know, and I still feel shit about it.” I pushed at his shoulders and captured his gaze. “Don’t feel shit, it was amazing.” He stared down at me. “But it was wrong. I was holding you captive, against your will, and I ended up fucking you.”
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My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he crept from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
“How is James?” He frowned as though surprised by my question. “I stopped over on my way here and after a lot of paperwork and hanging around I saw him. He’s thin, thin and scared, but typical James he’s trying to be positive. Although how he’s managing it I don’t know. The place is hell on earth.” “It must be awful.” Ty narrowed his eyes and nibbled at his full bottom lip. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got to get him out. There’s going to be a retrial but it could go against him, and there’s still talk of the death sentence.” “Shit, really? God, that’s awful. I want to help.” He tipped his head a little nearer to mine and I traced my fingertips over the rise of his collarbones to the hollow of his throat. “Do you really?” he asked. “Yes, of course. I’ve brought it up with my father several times.” “So bring it up again.” His voice was steely. “I will, I have. Trouble is, he’s so pissed that you kidnapped me back in Oz that he flips into a blind rage whenever the subject is raised.” “Well, he’s going to have to get over that. Maybe when he gets the message that you’re going to be taken again he’ll come to his senses.” “Aren’t you taking me now?”He shook his head.I shifted against him.He didn’t budge. “So when are you going to let me go?”He curled his lips into a devilish smile. “In a minute.” I swallowed and wondered what it was about that smile that sent hot fiery fingers of need speeding to every erogenous zone in my body. “Right after I’ve done this,” he murmured. In a sudden rush, he claimed my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. I opened up and let him in, releasing a small moan of pleasure as he pulled me close. Damn, the man could kiss. His mouth communicated desire and strength, passion and danger and I lapped it up like the starving, reckless woman I was. He chased for my tongue and we began a wild, slippery tango, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. I slotted my fingers into his thick hair and urged him closer. “Ah, fuck, Penny,” he gasped, trailing supercharged kisses over my cheek. “If only…” I tipped my neck as he explored behind my ear with his mouth, making me shiver in bliss. “If only what?” I asked breathlessly, barely controlling the delicious shudders rippling up my spine. “If only circumstances were different.” He was exploring with his hands too, the thin material of the gloves sliding beneath my sweater, over the base of my ribs to my breasts. I trembled as he cupped me through my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Different?” I managed. My brain was struggling to work. He did this to me, Ty, made me forget everything and all sense. “Yeah, if only we’d met like two ordinary people.” His voice was low and husky. “Instead of this crazy situation. We could have been so hot together.” “We are hot together.” “Fuck, I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it.” He was spooning my other breast now, holding it in his palm. The urge to pull off my top and let him have full access was overwhelming. “We did something about it last time.” “I know, and I still feel shit about it.” I pushed at his shoulders and captured his gaze. “Don’t feel shit, it was amazing.” He stared down at me. “But it was wrong. I was holding you captive, against your will, and I ended up fucking you.”
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"Off ice, the captain of the Vipers reveals his kinky side to one very lucky lady."
They say a leopard can’t change its spots. They’re wrong, because I did! Now I’m successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don’t have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me, my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It’s all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it, I’m working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick “Ramrod” Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name—big, bad and fortunately playing to win!
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He pushed slightly at my hips. “Get back up on the stage.”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised. I thought it would get carnal down here, on the chair.
“Stage,” he said again.
My legs were weak from being folded but I managed to stand and sashay back up the steps. When I reached the pole, I turned and leaned back against it.
He stood behind me, naked, fully aroused again and with such a look of primitive need on his face that a tremble went up my spine.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did as he asked, turned to face the pole, my heart thudding and my stomach clenching. He lodged in behind me, his body heat radiating onto my back and his lips resting at my temple. He pushed me forward and the cool steel touched my cheek, my sternum and my mound. I had no idea what he had in store for me. I didn’t think my imagination would stretch to what Rick “Ramrod” Lewis had in mind.
“Hands up,” he said as he cupped the backs of my arms, urging them above my head. “Hold on, wild thing, you’re going to need to.”
Rick slid his hands down my upstretched shoulders and his fingertips skimmed the outer curves of my breasts. I shivered at his light touch. I was desperate for more. My pussy dampening at every scent, sound and caress.
His lips touched between my shoulder blades, his small tuft of facial hair a delicious scratch. I arched as his hands dipped into the hollow of my back.
“Rick,” I murmured, impatient for more.
He cupped my butt cheeks and began deep, circular movements pushing and feeling all the flesh on my ass. When he moved them on the outer part of the circle the skin in my cleft stretched taut.
“You have a fabulous ass,” he murmured, stooping and kissing the small of my back. “It’s the perfect roundness and softness.” He curled his fingers into the lace at my hips and dragged my thong down my legs.
I lifted each heel in turn so he could remove it. My pussy was so wet I was surprised moisture wasn’t running down my leg.
His fingers ran down my cleft and over my tightly puckered hole. I jerked forward.
“Shh,” he soothed. “It’s all good, Dana.” He continued his exploration and found the entrance to my pussy. I widened my stance. Wanting him to touch me was more than a longing, it was an absolute necessity. I would die if he didn’t. I needed him in me...now.
I whimpered as he slipped through my damp folds but didn’t push in. “Rick, please.”
His lips were on the top of my thigh, licking and kissing the crease to my butt. He was teasing me, the way I had him. Not pushing his fingers in and not touching my clit either.
A long, low moan of frustration rumbled from my chest, but turned to a cry of joy when his thick finger suddenly entered me high. I clenched around him, squeezing and clamping, grabbing the wonderful filling sensation.
“Ah, fuck, you feel so good every time,” he murmured. “Lord, give me strength.”
I hooked my foot around the pole, spreading myself wider, and he treated me to another finger. Greedily I clasped around it, pulling it inside me as I shoved my mound forward, searching for a connection with my clit. I found it, cool metal shoved up against the sensitive bundle of nerves and I ground harder.
Suddenly a sharp sting bloomed across my left buttock and a slap pealed through the air, overriding the music and ringing around the room.
“Ow, what the...?” Startled, I started to turn.
I couldn’t.
His mouth was at my temple, his chest against my shoulder blades keeping me tight up against the pole. “Shh,” he soothed, palming the burn in my butt. “It’s okay, it’s going to be amazing, stick with it.”
His body heat left me and another heated slap, my right buttock this time, hit down. As it seared across my skin, he curled his fingers inside me and stroked over my G-spot.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I panted, the sting making a beeline for my pussy, heating it and increasing the want.
“Oh baby, it’s so pretty, you’re going pink already.”
“But, Rick, I...” I was writhing my hips, claiming the wonderful pressure he was applying to my sweetest point. Oh, I didn’t need much more, it was so fantastic, his fingers were so damn clever. And the pole, the cool pole was right against my clit.
“I want to make you red,” he breathed into my ear.
His words washed over me, a blur amongst the cacophony of other sensations.
“I want to make your ass all pretty and red and then fuck you from behind,” he murmured. “So I can watch your glowing skin tremble for me. Tremble while I fuck you. Fuck you real hard.”
I heard those words loud and clear and Oh. My. God. I should have guessed a guy that overdosed on testosterone would have his fair share of kinks.
“I won’t slap you again until you ask, Dana.”
I pushed into the pole, squeezed shut my eyes and dragged in a breath. The pain had dulled, merely a memory now. But as it faded I realized I wanted it back. I wanted it back desperately. The sting was like a direct current of stimulation to my pussy. Another erotic stimulus that I had to have.
“Dana,” he breathed onto my temple. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I panted, hardly believing what I was agreeing to. “Yes, again. More.”
He nipped my shoulder with his teeth then kissed the sore spot. The next thing I knew the pain was back on my butt, scorching me, burning through my skin to my pelvis. It had barely dulled when another slap hit the opposite cheek. I cried out in pleasure and pain, the border between the two so hazed it barely existed.
“Ah, sweet baby, your pussy loves it,” he said, thrusting higher inside me, fucking me with his fingers. “It’s fluttering around me and weeping into the cup of my palm.”
The noise of my sex filled the room, wet squelching that drifted over the music. Any other time I would have been embarrassed but now all I could think of was the next slap, the next jolt of sensual pain and the next thrust of his fingers.
I didn’t have to wait long. He hit down again, each buttock, fucking me harder with his hand as he did so, his knuckles bashing into my pussy lips and his fingers surging at my G-spot. I clung to the pole, my spine was boneless, the pain driving me up to an almighty orgasm.
“You’re nearly ready,” he whispered by my ear. “So very nearly.”
More blows rained down, swift and the exact force I needed. Each one a hot torment I greedily fed off.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Stepping in tight, he reached up and unfurled my hands, lowered my arms. The next thing I knew I was on the floor, elbows and knees. Resting my forehead on my arms, I opened my eyes long enough to see a condom wrapper land to my left.
The wide head of his cock brushed my pussy. I bucked backward, trying to get him to fill me. “Rick,” I gasped when he made no move to enter me.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he said, curling his hands over my hips. “So damn beautiful with my mark on your ass.”
I was feverish, shaking with the need to come. I went in search of my clit, slotted my first two fingers on either side of it and began to milk it just the way I liked.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Dana,” he said in a low voice. “Hard. You reckon you can take it hard?”
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Hacked by April Zyon
BlurbHolly Smith has always had a certain affinity with computers. By day, she strengthens Internet security for corporations. By night, she’s a hacker. When she hits upon what she believes to be an author’s unpublished manuscript, she finds herself reading about a world where warriors of old wage war against a dark force bent on consuming everything it touches. Then she finds out it’s all true.
Demaratus of Corinth has seen a lot during his lifetime. And while many things prove useful, he finds technology to be a greater hindrance than a help. Sent to find the hacker who managed to penetrate their base’s security, he is stunned to realize who she is to him. As the darkness closes in on them, Demaratus and Holly will have to battle to survive not only the coming fight but the war that is gaining momentum.
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Excerpt:She nodded and stood. She watched him as he watched her, taking her time. “Do I call you ‘Sir’?” She whispered the question. “I saw that in a movie. The Dominant ensured his submissive’s pleasure, and she called him ‘Sir.’ Is that right?”
“Only if you are comfortable with it. You can use my name, or that ridiculous nickname you’ve come up with, if you think it would be easier. I am not your Master and never will be. While I will be your Dominant, and you my submissive, this is always going to be an open relationship where we make our own rules. So go with whatever works for you, little warrior.”
She went to her knees, her hands behind her back and knees braced apart. Her head down and tilted to the side, she shuddered in need. “I think that I’m going to love you, DC. For the rest of your life.”
“Seeing you like this makes me wonder what sort of movies you’ve been watching,” he commented. She saw his feet move and in the next moment his fingers under her chin brought her face up. Leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, Demaratus regarded her with what she could only assume was curiosity. “What else have you learned?”
“I’ve watched bondage movies, spankings, blindfolds, all of them with the woman submissive to the man. I like that. I think that I’ve learned how to give a blow job, but I don’t know, since I’ve never— Shit, there I go again.” Blurting out everything in my mind. Bloody brilliant.
“Sucking a man’s cock is something not every woman likes. Some love it, some do it out of a mistaken sense of duty, and others hate it but do it because they believe it is the only way that they might get fucked themselves. That’s not what we’re about. If we try something and you realize your expectations outshone the actual attempt, then we will never do it again. Now, what would you like to try first, little warrior?”
“I would really like to try the blow job, please? Sir.” She had never wanted to do anything so much in all of her life like she wanted to take him into her mouth.
Rubbing his thumb lightly over her chin, he nodded, then leaned back. Demaratus slouched slightly and studied her. Reaching down, he undid his belt and the buttons holding his fly closed. He lifted his hips a bit to push off his pants.
She smiled. “Do you know just how much I love the way you look at me like that? How do I do this?” She asked the question even as she licked her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, but goodness, my mouth is watering.”
*****************************About The Author
Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.
Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself.
As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.
This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.
Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.
Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!
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"When a sexy, bad-boy hockey player sets his sights on you, it's only gonna get real good!"
Okay, I’ll admit it, I have a crazy, lust-infused crush. Brick, the sexy right-winger of the Orlando Vipers, is the star of all my erotic fantasies. Just a glimpse of him has me panting. So when the chance to actually work with this hot hockey player comes along, of course I say yes!
Being a world-class athlete myself, I have a strategic plan to have him all tied up with lust and desperate for me too. The thing is, plans never go smoothly. Especially when my heart pedals right into the vulnerable game of love again—completely unprotected.
Luckily this sinfully delicious superstar is just as hooked on me—phone sex, bondage, anal sex and rude piercings abound. Despite my tactical errors, Brick catches me when I fall, holds me when I cry and pleases me when I need it most. He’s hard on the outside, soft on the inside and plays one hell of determined game when it comes to finding the ultimate satisfaction.
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“Are you in bed?” I asked.“Are you?”“Yes, it’s late.”“I’m on the bed but not in bed, if you know what I mean.” A silence fell between us and I could hear his breaths down the line. “I’m sorry I ran out on you yesterday,” he said eventually.I was quiet. He seemed to have a lot to apologize for.“You still there?”“Mmm, I’m here. So why did you dash off?”He cleared his throat and when he spoke again his voice was lower, huskier. “If I hadn’t left when I did, you’d have found yourself slammed up against the wall and me burying myself inside you.”My skin flushed at his erotic words. Hard and fast against the wall would have been so fucking horny. So damn hot. “Sounds public and presumptuous,” I said as I squeezed my thighs together. A buzz radiated from my clit right through my pelvis and up to my breasts. I squirmed in pleasure. “You said it wasn’t what you wanted to happen on a first date and so there was no way it was going to.” I heard him take another slug of his beer. He swallowed, a deep gulp of a sound and I could imagine him licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. Capturing the small, white froth left behind.I want to be that froth.“Can I be honest with you, Carly?” he asked quietly.“Of course.”“You’ve achieved these amazing, superhuman feats on your bike,” he murmured, “and I can’t believe you do all that with your sexy little body. It’s incredible. I mean, wow! Where the hell does all that stamina and strength come from? You got some battery fitted somewhere?”I giggled. “No battery.” Not tonight anyway.“And no team with you either. I have a ton of guys backing me up, but you, you’re on your own out there, for miles and miles. It must be really, like, impossibly hard. I want you to know how much I admire you.”He was silent for a long moment. I stared at my toenails painted pale pink. He was right, it was damn hard work.“I wish I was there with you,” he said so quietly I only just heard him.“What, out on the track?”“No.” He gave a small rumble of laughter. “In bed.”“Mmm, I just bet you do.” I smiled broadly. I loved the way his mind was flowing in sync with mine.“Yeah, I wish I was sprawled out on your bed with the lights down low, everything quiet and still, just you and me and the ticking of a clock.”I’d pictured the scene a hundred times. It was a recurring fantasy. “And what would you do?” I lifted up my t-shirt and smoothed my hand over my flat belly. Imagined it was his big hand on my flesh. I could sense the rough skin on the pads of his palm now he’d touched me for real and I knew they were there. “If you were lying here in bed with me. What would you do?”“You sure you want to know?” he asked.“You got me curious now.” I could feel myself getting turned-on faster than I could cycle. But I had to stay cool.“I’d savor you,” he said. “Slowly, very slowly.”“And how would you do that?” I hoped he’d be graphic—really graphic and really detailed.“I need to know something first.” He paused. “What are you wearing?”“A slip,” I lied.“Describe it.” “It’s black satin, very small and incredibly short.” I poked a finger through a ragged hole in the hem of my t-shirt. “The material is so sheer your hand would slide over it as if it wasn’t there.” I tugged my finger and made the hole half an inch bigger.“Sounds hot. Just how short is it?”“If I touched my toes, you’d see my entire butt.” I felt a flush of excitement travel up my chest. “My entire naked butt.”“Take it off.” He took another gulp of his beer.“Now?”“Yeah, now.” His voice was tight. My black slip and naked butt had clearly hit the spot.“Okay, hang on.” I set down the phone, pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it on the floor.I picked the phone back up.“Are you naked now?” he asked.“What do you think?”“Honey, if I shut my eyes I can see you sprawled out on a bed, shadows licking over your body and those tempting little tits poking up.”My nipples puckered just at the way he said “tits”. All long and drawling and he stretched out the “s” like a hiss. I snaked my hand upward and cupped my right breast. “So what would you do?” I asked.“I’d cup your tit in my hand. Your right tit.”I gave myself a little squeeze and pretended it was him.“Can you do that now, Carly? Will you touch yourself and describe it for me?”Right now I would do naked cartwheels if he asked me to. “If that’s what you want?”Silence claimed the line for several long seconds. “You were already doing it weren’t you?”“Yes,” I said, pulling my nipple to a point. “What do you want to know?”“I want to know how you’d fit in my hand.” I heard him take a swig of his drink again. A bit faster this time. I heard the slosh of liquid and the pop of suction. “Would you fill my palm?”“Probably not, I already told you, heck, you already looked. I’m not a big girl.”“I’ve discovered a sudden fondness for the exact opposite of big.”“Lucky me.”“Yeah, lucky you, you’re the one holding a breast in your hand, I’ve got nothing in mine.”“You could have.” Oh my god! Was this really happening? Could I really go through with this? I’d never had phone sex before. “What do you mean?” he asked.“I’m naked,” I said. Of course I could go through with this. It was the perfect way to keep myself distanced and in control but at the same time snare his attention and have some hot fun. “Why are you still clothed?”“You want me to take off my jeans?” He sounded amused and disbelieving at the same time.“Sure, it’s not fair otherwise.”
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"Sometimes a deal really is too good to be true!"
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost me my destiny.
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“You grab the cushions,” Logan called over the noise of the flapping shrubbery. “I’ll anchor down the parasol.”Unlocking the door to the living area, I grabbed three pillows and chucked them inside. I went back for the other three then tumbled in, half shutting the door behind myself. My hair was wild, my cheeks stung and my heart pounded as I caught my breath.I watched Logan close the umbrella and secure the pole into place. He glanced around, shading his eyes with his hand, checking for anything else that might blow away, then headed my way with a train of dry, flat leaves skittering past his feet. I opened the door wide to let him through. He stepped in, still squinting against the dust, as I pushed the door shut with a loud click.The world went silent. After the howling wind and the roaring sea, the quiet of the house was acute and heavy and fell around us like a dense cloak.Leaning back against the door, I pulled in a deep breath. “Made it,” I gasped.“Yeah,” he said, stepping up close—real close.When I looked up, his cheeks were stained red, several grains of sand hung in his long lashes and his hair was tousled and dusted with gold. “Is that everything tied down?” I asked, trying to ignore my breasts heaving against my halter-top.“Well, almost everything,” he said with a decidedly carnal grin.I flattened my palms against the cool glass door behind me. “What else do you need to tie down?”The right side of his mouth creased upward and he gave the tiniest of twitches with his eyebrows. “I’d like to tie you down,” he said, his gaze coming to rest on my mouth. “To the bed.”My stomach knotted as excitement, anticipation and sin collided in a delicious tangle.“But I guess that’s moving a bit fast,” he murmured, bending his head lower. “We only just met.”“A bit fast for me,” I agreed, absorbing the burning heat from his body as it radiated toward mine.“Brooke.” He raised one hand and rested it against the wooden doorframe by my left ear. He moved in closer still. The gorgeous spiced aftershave he wore invaded my nostrils and settled not just on my tongue but somewhere else deep inside me. “You remember when you walked out the water yesterday?” he asked in a low, rumbling voice.“Yes.” How could I forget the toe-curling embarrassment? He’d stared silently as me as I’d ambled up the beach, trying desperately to look cool and unflustered. I felt my cheeks warming further at the memory as my stomach twisted.“It was a million times better than any Bond movie.”“It was?”“Hell, yeah. If they had you as a Bond girl it would be my favorite film. Not just 007, but any film ever.” His mouth slid upward in a grin. “You just about blew my mind.”“I did?” He’d liked what he’d seen, and I thought he’d been unimpressed with my curvy attributes.“Oh, yeah, my mind and other parts of my anatomy.”He ducked his head, his lips a whisper from mine. I could almost taste the salt on his mouth.“Well, we wouldn’t want that would we, Logan?” I murmured.“Wouldn’t we?” He raised his eyebrows.“Sounds painful.” I swallowed, my throat tight.“It’s already getting painful.” He shifted his weight to the other foot. We were so close now my breast brushed against his chest and my nipples, which had tightened to hard pinched peaks, scraped against him through my clothing.I reached up to touch his jaw, his bristles catching on my fingertips. Our gazes connected and I rose onto the balls of my feet and pressed my mouth to his.He opened up and took immediate control of the kiss. He tasted so good—man and ocean, wind and sun—he tasted of everything I was missing in my life and had been for so long. I moved my hands to his shoulders and squeezed hard muscles through his soft cotton shirt. My tongue searched for his and began to explore his mouth.Logan groaned and let go of the doorframe, cradling the base of my skull in his palm and winding his other arm around my waist. He pulled me close and as the length of our bodies touched, right in the very center of my abdomen, he pressed his steely erection forward. He was right, he was painfully hard.“Damn, you taste good,” he murmured, trailing a gentle kiss across my cheek.I tipped my head back and let him explore the base of my ear, the angle of my jaw and the hollow of my throat. “I taste like salt,” I said.“You taste of the beach and flowers and coconut,” he whispered between kisses. He pulled back slightly, slipping his fingertips under the shoulders of my cardigan and easing it down my arms. It fell to the floor and he slid his palms back up over my elbows to the base of my neck.Each tiny section of flesh he touched came alive with sensation and pricked with greedy little goose bumps searching out his caress. I found his mouth again and ran my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled his head to mine harder. I wanted more. Much more.He was busy, fiddling with the knot at the back of my halter-top. It was cleverly designed with a fitted bra, it had cost a fortune but was well worth it. I felt it slipping free and pulled back from the kiss, crossing my arm over my chest and gripping my opposite shoulder to hold it in place.“What’s up?” Logan asked, his eyes heavy with desire and his voice thick with lust.“I’m…I’m big,” I said in a rush then felt silly for saying something so insecure and obvious.“Me too,” he said, a provocative grin playing on his mouth.
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"Sometimes a deal really is too good to be true!"
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost me my destiny.
Excerpt
“You grab the cushions,” Logan called over the noise of the flapping shrubbery. “I’ll anchor down the parasol.”Unlocking the door to the living area, I grabbed three pillows and chucked them inside. I went back for the other three then tumbled in, half shutting the door behind myself. My hair was wild, my cheeks stung and my heart pounded as I caught my breath.I watched Logan close the umbrella and secure the pole into place. He glanced around, shading his eyes with his hand, checking for anything else that might blow away, then headed my way with a train of dry, flat leaves skittering past his feet. I opened the door wide to let him through. He stepped in, still squinting against the dust, as I pushed the door shut with a loud click.The world went silent. After the howling wind and the roaring sea, the quiet of the house was acute and heavy and fell around us like a dense cloak.Leaning back against the door, I pulled in a deep breath. “Made it,” I gasped.“Yeah,” he said, stepping up close—real close.When I looked up, his cheeks were stained red, several grains of sand hung in his long lashes and his hair was tousled and dusted with gold. “Is that everything tied down?” I asked, trying to ignore my breasts heaving against my halter-top.“Well, almost everything,” he said with a decidedly carnal grin.I flattened my palms against the cool glass door behind me. “What else do you need to tie down?”The right side of his mouth creased upward and he gave the tiniest of twitches with his eyebrows. “I’d like to tie you down,” he said, his gaze coming to rest on my mouth. “To the bed.”My stomach knotted as excitement, anticipation and sin collided in a delicious tangle.“But I guess that’s moving a bit fast,” he murmured, bending his head lower. “We only just met.”“A bit fast for me,” I agreed, absorbing the burning heat from his body as it radiated toward mine.“Brooke.” He raised one hand and rested it against the wooden doorframe by my left ear. He moved in closer still. The gorgeous spiced aftershave he wore invaded my nostrils and settled not just on my tongue but somewhere else deep inside me. “You remember when you walked out the water yesterday?” he asked in a low, rumbling voice.“Yes.” How could I forget the toe-curling embarrassment? He’d stared silently as me as I’d ambled up the beach, trying desperately to look cool and unflustered. I felt my cheeks warming further at the memory as my stomach twisted.“It was a million times better than any Bond movie.”“It was?”“Hell, yeah. If they had you as a Bond girl it would be my favorite film. Not just 007, but any film ever.” His mouth slid upward in a grin. “You just about blew my mind.”“I did?” He’d liked what he’d seen, and I thought he’d been unimpressed with my curvy attributes.“Oh, yeah, my mind and other parts of my anatomy.”He ducked his head, his lips a whisper from mine. I could almost taste the salt on his mouth.“Well, we wouldn’t want that would we, Logan?” I murmured.“Wouldn’t we?” He raised his eyebrows.“Sounds painful.” I swallowed, my throat tight.“It’s already getting painful.” He shifted his weight to the other foot. We were so close now my breast brushed against his chest and my nipples, which had tightened to hard pinched peaks, scraped against him through my clothing.I reached up to touch his jaw, his bristles catching on my fingertips. Our gazes connected and I rose onto the balls of my feet and pressed my mouth to his.He opened up and took immediate control of the kiss. He tasted so good—man and ocean, wind and sun—he tasted of everything I was missing in my life and had been for so long. I moved my hands to his shoulders and squeezed hard muscles through his soft cotton shirt. My tongue searched for his and began to explore his mouth.Logan groaned and let go of the doorframe, cradling the base of my skull in his palm and winding his other arm around my waist. He pulled me close and as the length of our bodies touched, right in the very center of my abdomen, he pressed his steely erection forward. He was right, he was painfully hard.“Damn, you taste good,” he murmured, trailing a gentle kiss across my cheek.I tipped my head back and let him explore the base of my ear, the angle of my jaw and the hollow of my throat. “I taste like salt,” I said.“You taste of the beach and flowers and coconut,” he whispered between kisses. He pulled back slightly, slipping his fingertips under the shoulders of my cardigan and easing it down my arms. It fell to the floor and he slid his palms back up over my elbows to the base of my neck.Each tiny section of flesh he touched came alive with sensation and pricked with greedy little goose bumps searching out his caress. I found his mouth again and ran my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled his head to mine harder. I wanted more. Much more.He was busy, fiddling with the knot at the back of my halter-top. It was cleverly designed with a fitted bra, it had cost a fortune but was well worth it. I felt it slipping free and pulled back from the kiss, crossing my arm over my chest and gripping my opposite shoulder to hold it in place.“What’s up?” Logan asked, his eyes heavy with desire and his voice thick with lust.“I’m…I’m big,” I said in a rush then felt silly for saying something so insecure and obvious.“Me too,” he said, a provocative grin playing on his mouth.
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