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Raven McAllan celebrates the release of, "The Wager"

   This week is moving right along! I love it when things are hoppin’!!   Please welcome Raven McAllen as we celebrate the release of her latest novel, The Wager…                                      Catherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her. The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?    Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.    What happens is more than either of them anticipates.







Excerpt:
     "Will you ride…?" He paused and looked her up and down. Her muscles clenched, and her mouth went dry. The looked seared her to the center of her soul, and her pulsed raced at his innuendo. "With me?" he continued.    She choked on nothing and he grinned.     "My dear, you owe me," he said.     Catherine glared and he smirked. Her hands once more itched to touch his skin, and not in an arousing manner. Unless he was one who enjoyed pain.  She gritted her teeth and dipped her head. "Gladly, if it means this farce will be soon over."     Brook lifted her so she could swing her leg over the saddle. His eyes lingered on her ankle, and his hand held on a fraction too long as he helped her settle her foot in the stirrup. His touch seared her, when she looked down she was amazed his fingers were not imprinted on her skin.     "Farce? Not of our making my dear, but if you feel that way you should have reneged. As you didn't, well, now 'tis the time for me to call the tune. Follow me, or do I need tie the horses?     "No, I will follow," she said. "For what is the point of deprecating? It happened, I bowed, and agreed to your demand." Catherine settled deep into the saddle, and patted the mare, who whickered softly. As she allowed her mount to tuck close behind his horse, she could not but admire the spirited steed he swung up onto it. Neither could she stop the frisson of excitement that coursed through her, making every nerve end tingle. She had not felt so aware since she last crossed words with him.     Her horse, Misty, Brook had told her, plodded behind his, as the path wound its way between the tress. They were densely planted and not easy to see between. Several times he seemed to change direction for no reason, and Catherine wondered what was going on. Were they doubling back on themselves, or was he deliberately trying to disorient her? On occasion a tiny glade would appear, and once a waterfall that fell down a sheer rock face for five or six feet, its base covered with tiny spring flowers. She would have loved to stop and pick some, to walk around the area, and enjoy the serenity she sensed there. Brook ignored them and continued on his less than straightforward route. After a while, although she was entranced by those tiny glimpses of something other than trees, Catherine was bored by the ride and beginning to get other ideas about the man ahead of her. His seat on his horse was straight, his back elegant, and his buttocks taut. Why had she been so altruistic in the past? If that was what she had been. Now she thought perhaps the word for her action was 'foolish'.     The track twisted around a shallow pond, the water in it dark and full of weeds. Catherine shivered and her horse sidestepped as her movement projected to the animal. She soothed her with a few soft words and averted her eyes from the disgusting water. For one brief second her imagination had gone haywire. All she could think was what a good place it was to hide a body.
Buy Links
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-wager-by-raven-mcallan/
All Romance Books: http://bit.ly/11Gw0XI
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Raven-McAllan/e/B00694RHJI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

A little about the author:
     Ever since I won not one but two, Cadbury, ‘where does chocolate come from’ competitions in primary school, I was convinced, one day I would write a book. My parents encouraged me. My schoolteachers despaired of me. Flowery. Romantic. Not factual. Hey I loved weaving stories about anything and anyone.     So what happened to my grand ideas?    Life got in the way.    So more years later than I am prepared to disclose (hey a woman has to have some secrets) Here I am, an author. Not even that, a published author! Happy or what?    Married to my own hero (how cheesy is that) we live on the edge of a Scottish Forest.    I write on my lap top in my study, watching the birds on the bird table, the strange big black fluffy ‘ I’m pretending to be a bird’ cat, sitting on it and trying to convince the many birds he is invisible, occasionally seeing deer and red squirrel moving past. I am privileged.    As a non-closet romantic, sometime neurotic, and lover of words, I so enjoyed getting involved with my hero and heroines.  I hope you do too. 

Raven’s Links
Website: http://www.ravenmcallan.com/
Blog: http://www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

Welcome Kacey Hammell and her book, Sweetest Salvation

Welcome back everyone.I sure hope you stopped by last week and participated in Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog Hop. If you did, chances are you won something from one of the amazing blogs that participated in the hop. 

Congratulation to all the winners!!!


Here at Sealed With a Kiss, we're not gonna skip a beat, or miss a chance to boast about another recent release. 

That's why I'm thrilled to say we have Kacey Hammell here to help us do just that!!

Let's take a look at Kacey's latest release, Sweetest Salvation...


Hello everyone!


After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together.  There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart.  Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.



Sweetest Salvation Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light BondageContent Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple PartnersISBN: 978-1-77130-330-9Available at Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com (and more links below)*An Evernight Publishing Editor’s Pick*
“Hammell did a masterful job creating a story that was an equal measure of sweet and oh-so-sexy.”  4 Stars, The Book Chick with Kick
*********Exclusive Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013
Nolan reached his hand out to her again. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Andy. It would be my pleasure to take your cares away for the evening.”Paige moved to the red cushioned chair in the corner and crossed her legs. Andy had to admire her confidence to sit naked like that. She smiled at Nolan and gave him a small nod.Andy put her hand in his once more and allowed him to help her up the steps. He pulled her into his arms as she cleared the top. She was caught off-guard when his head swooped low and his mouth claimed hers. She jerked back with a gasp. Looking up at him, her hands clenching his biceps and her pulse raced. Could she do this? Have sex with a man who wasn’t Patrick?No, she had to stop thinking about him. Anxious to feel anything other than guilt and anguish, Andy lifted her arms and circled Nolan’s shoulders. She lifted her face and their mouths met.His lips were gentle and patient as he allowed her to take the lead. Her tongue caressed the brim of his mouth until it opened. His tongue swirled against hers while his hands travelled down her back. His touch made her skin burn beneath the black silk camisole she wore. Goosebumps spread along her skin and she shivered. Desire and need nearly drowned her.  The need to let out the hidden animal clawed at her to be set free.Andy ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. Her fingers moved over his chest and stopped at his nipples. His breath hitched as she pinched and played. She moaned when her pussy tightened. Her hands slid down his strong abs and into the waistband of his boxers.Nolan lifted his head and stepped back. “Wait a minute, hon, let’s take it slow. Undress for me.”Andy frowned, her body quaking with need. “What?”Nolan’s jaw clenched and his gaze narrowed. “Do as I say. Undress. Now.”She looked over at Paige, who nodded and gave her a smile of encouragement. Understanding dawned.  Nolan was the Dom to Paige’s submissive and he was playing the role he’d been in when she’d interrupted them. Andy hadn’t thought much about what to do once she’d joined them, but the idea of submitting to him never crossed her mind.Resolved to the need coursing through her and desperation to let herself go, she dropped her hands to her side. She grasped the zipper of her skirt, pulled it down, shoved her thumbs into the waistband and pushed the skirt down over her hips.It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it. She lifted her left leg to take off her high heels when Nolan commanded, “Leave them on.”She did his bidding, and crossed her arms over her waist, lifted the camisole up and over her head. Her gaze locked on his when she stood before him in a matching purple bra and thong. She’d always had a fetish for Victoria’s Secret lingerie and had drawers full of it. This was the first time she’d worn any of it in months. She gave her head a small shake and took a deep breath. There was no time for any thoughts of the past. Nolan stepped toward her, ran his fingers over her shoulders. The flogger ends trailed against her skin, made it tingle. Her eyes closed and her head fell back. Embers of heat ignited along her body as his hands swept over her. Her nipples tightened, her hips shifted. She wanted nothing more than to straddle him, let him fill her.Drawing in a calming breath, she lifted her eyes. Nolan smiled, his fingers slid over her bra and nipples. They beaded. Ached. Andy shuddered. Her fingers wiggled at her sides, desperate to touch herself to ease their throbbing. But she wanted Nolan’s hands on her instead.“You love to be touched. And so sensitive. I like that,” Nolan remarked and raised the flogger. He feathered it along her arms, over her shoulders and down her chest. The light touch made her fists clench. She understood a D/s relationship enough to know not to move unless directed. It was not a role she was used to.No, stay in the moment. Do not think about the past.“What will your safe word be?” Nolan asked.“Charity,” she said without hesitation.She moaned as he ran the flogger down her torso, and over the front of her thong. Her pussy tightened and her clit swelled. She needed to feel his fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit. She shivered, aching to have them deep inside her. A mind-blowing release was all she could think about.She gasped. Nolan pulled the flogger back and struck her firmly. Her clit pulsed and her knees shook. “Nolan,” she growled.“I did not give you permission to speak,” he commanded.Her gaze locked on his, desire mirrored in his eyes that she knew was in hers. Over and over, he slapped her with the flogger—against her center, each nipple and along the shoulders. Her body shook with the need to be fucked. It had been too long. She was desperate. Her mind clicked with images, as if watching a movie, from scene to scene. She imagined Nolan on top of her, behind her, spanking her, filling her with any of the toys that were in the other room.To feel a man’s cock inside her, pounding, relentlessly pushing her against a table, chair, wall…wherever he wanted, as long as it was soon.“Keep your hands at your side,” Nolan directed as he walked around her. The flogger glided over her ass cheek, and her breath caught. Her legs barely kept her upright. She wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She’d love to find a seat on top of Nolan’s cock.
********Buy Links:Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.ca  / Amazon UK / aRe/ Bookstrand / B&N/ Kobo~~~Canadian author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres.  She is a true romantic at heart.
Where to find Kacey… Website / Facebook / Facebook Author Page / Twitter / Amazon / Goodreads / Pinterest

Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog Hop!!

April 15th - 21st!!
Book Boyfriends...
They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!
The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?





Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. 
I’d love to introduce you to my hero... Tucker Wilde from Family Ties!
Robin: Very nice to see you Tucker. I’m so glad you dropped by and hope you’re ready to have some fun.Tucker: I’m always down for a little fun, Robin. You should know that.
Robin: Good, because I have a little game I’d like to play for all of your potential fans out there…let’s call it a dating game of sorts. I’ll ask some questions and you say the first thing that comes to mind. Tucker: *grins and rubs hands together. Cool. Let’s go!
Robin: Top or Bottom and why?Tucker: Definitely bottom, so I can hang on and enjoy the ride.
Robin: Good answer. Chocolate syrup or whipped cream?Tucker: Both.
Robin: Hot tub or shower?Tucker:Oh, one hundred percent shower.
Robin: Ideal perfect date.Tucker: I’m a country boy, so snugglin’ in front of a campfire with a nice bottle of wine, making love under the stars, followed by a playful midnight swim, would be the ideal way to show the lady I love just how special she is.
Robin: You’re pretty good at this.Tucker: *blushes.I’ve had a little practice in the romance department lately.
Robin: So I’ve heard. Tell me, how many dates would it take to get to that campfire scene with you?Tucker: I’d like to say I’m old fashioned, which I usually am on most things, but to be honest, I couldn’t keep my hands off of Teagan from the get go. We went at it before we even knew each other’s names. *looks around and shakes his head. That was only because she was my destined mate and when wolf-shifters find their perfect partner, all bets are off in the taking it slow category.
Robin: Teagan’s one lucky girl.Tucker: *laughs. No, I’m the lucky one. Trust me on that.
Robin: One last question then I’ll let you get back to her. Tell me what it was about her that told you she was the one.Tucker: Teagan had an essence about her that was so intense, I felt her before I even saw her. Maybe it had something to do with being wolf-shifters, but I’d like to think it’s because we’re cut from the same cloth and my instincts picked up on her strength and naturally recognized she was the one.
Robin: Aw, Tucker, I knew from the minute I saw you sitting in that diner in Houston that you were something special. Thanks for taking me along with you on your journey.Tucker: I’m the one who should thank you, Robin. If it weren’t for you I would have never found Teagan and our pack.
Robin: I guess we’re all just lucky then. Thank you so much for playing along with us, Tucker. Please send Teagan our love.Tucker: I sure will and please invite me back anytime.


If you’d like to see just how lucky YOU are, leave a comment about your idea of the perfect sexy date and you just might win one of the fabulous prizes Evernight has for participating in this blog.You just might win a $5 Evernight gift certificate from ME!
What else is up for grabs?•              One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.•              Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).•              Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.
Don’t forget to leave your email address!!!
Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero  click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend . You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!
You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend..

Jorja Lovett's Got A Little Somethin' For Ya…

This has been a busy week, hasn’t it?I love it when things start jumpin’, blood starts pumpin’ and everyone gets their read on!!My guest today will definitely keep the excitement going!! Give me a hand, my friends, and help me welcome my fellow Evernight author, Jorja Lovett!!!Jorja, take it away!!!

*Nice to see everyone here. I Got A Little Somethin' For Ya…
We all love a freebie, don't we? I don't mean a 'Like me on Facebook', 'Follow my blog', 'Leave me a comment and you might win' kinda deal. I'm talking a free book from me to everyone who fancies an introduction to my Irish Dom, Isaac. All you have to do is go to Evernight Publishing and download, Under the Dom's Thrall, my free read. Simples!
Here's the lowdown, and a hot little snippet ;)


Under the Dom's ThrallLife isn't full of unicorns and rainbows for ICU nurse, Jade McKenna. Until a handsome stranger talks her down from the rooftop and into his bed, whisking her away into a night full of lust and excitement.Isaac Cairns is drawn to the soulful Jade. She seems the perfect foil to his Dom and he can't wait to taste her submission. But will his dark secret send her running, or help her learn to live in the moment?



ADULT Excerpt "How far are you willing to go for me, Jade?""I am yours to command, Master." It felt good to hand over all responsibility for her actions to someone else.Isaac winced. Not the reaction she expected. "Don’t call me Master. It makes me sound like some sort of B-Movie cliché. I’ll admit it, I like to dominate in the bedroom, but I’d prefer it if you’d call me Sir.""Yes, Sir." Reality drew further and further away, until cautious, boring Jade gave way to her daring alter ego.Isaac stripped off his clothes, giving her an unimpeded view of his well-sculpted physique. If a man was going to be immortal, this was definitely the body he wanted for eternity. With perfect slabs of muscle dissecting his torso, and thighs of steel, this man had been preserved in his prime. Her eyes followed the treasure trail of hair from his navel down to the thick erect cock standing proudly and claiming her total attention.He advanced on her, causing Jade's inner prude to squeal and pass out, leaving the all-new Isaac-controlled sex doll in her place. She yielded as his mouth took possession of hers and let the momentum carry her up against the closed door. Whilst hands journeyed along the curve of her waist, his tongue explored her mouth, demanding her complete surrender.Sandwiched between the solid wood door and Isaac's rock hard body, Jade's fragility was all too apparent, but she never felt threatened by her partner's confidence. Those wayward hands travelled up her body, skimming her breasts past her distended nipples, and raising her arm above her head. The tight hold of his fingers around her wrist flooded her pussy with arousal as he displayed his strength and she was somewhat dismayed when his grip loosened, to be replaced with a softer binding.On closer inspection she found her wrist held by some sort of black fabric. Isaac proceeded to fasten her other arm in a second restraint. "What the hell?"The lascivious grin he gave her made her thankful for the supports keeping her suddenly weak body upright. "We need to set a few ground rules, Jade. Although I like to be in control, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. If at any time you want me to stop, we can use a safe word."It seemed a tad too late to worry about her personal safety when she was naked and tied to a stranger's bedroom door. Nonetheless, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "Holy water."Probably the least effective vampire repellent of those she'd seen on TV, but it was a warning she hoped not to have to use. He simply smiled. "Holy water it is, then. I also ask that you do everything I say. It is all to your benefit. However, if you should choose to ignore me, it will result in a punishment.""What kind of punishment?" Jade's stomach rolled at the darkening of his brown eyes. "That is for me to decide, and you to enjoy."                      Oh, Lord! Why is the threat of violence making me horny?With painfully slow speed, his hands drifted back down her torso, stopping this time to pay homage to her suddenly heavy breasts. His long, cool fingers rolled her nipples into tight buds of need, ripe for the plucking. Incapacitated for the foreseeable future, there was nothing she could do about the trickle of her juices escaping along her inner thigh.Isaac dipped his head and captured one nipple in a too-short courtship with his mouth, before heading due south. Jade squirmed in her restraints and tensed, but, totally at his mercy she couldn't prevent him from going down on her. Even if she wanted to."You are not to come unless I expressly give you permission. Do you understand?" Isaac knelt between her legs and Jade thought she might spontaneously combust at the sight.She nodded meekly and sucked in a shaky breath as Isaac took her weight on his shoulders. With her legs draped over his back, her buttocks in the palms of her hands, and her pussy on the end of his tongue, she surrendered her body completely.She quivered as he buried himself between her legs, his tongue parting her pussy lips to delve inside. The earlier warning faded with every long stroke his tongue lavished around her clit. Her body thrummed with the essence of her own sexuality -- a selfish state, where nothing mattered except the overwhelming bliss taking hold of her. With no physical means to halt the progress of her climax, and no apparent willpower, her body defied the order to abstain. Jade came with a powerful burst of molten release.Isaac waited until he'd drawn every last delicious tremble from her before he scolded her. "I told you not to come."The menace in his eyes sent her pulse skipping into orbit. "I'm sorry, Sir.""You must be punished for disobeying me." He reached up to untie her wrists, grazing his body against her still-swollen nipples.
And now that I have a captive audience I can tell you that my wolf shifter romance, The Wolf on the Hill, is also available to pre-order over at Total-E-Bound. You can get 15% off if you order now.
The Wolf on the HillCan two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

So, that's it from me today. Enjoy the free read…and feel free to leave a comment, like me on Facebook , or follow my blog anyway :D

Welcome Nikki Prince and her FREE READ, Irish Comfort

Hello my lovelies!! Glad to see y'all back.  Bet ya' came to see what my friend and fellow Evernight author, Nikki Prince has up her sleeve.  I'm sure you won't be disappointed by her new release, Irish Comfort.  and guess what?? IT'S TOTALLY FREE!! Let's take a peek now!


Irish Comfort Imani Parker has had it with just friendship with Skylar Magee. Saint Patrick's Day will either make them a couple or break them. She wants to show him that his place is with her and she is the only home he needs.  She invites Skylar to dinner for Saint Patrick's Day and plans to show him that they can be lucky in love.





Available from:  Evernight:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/irish-comfort-by-nikki-prince/  All Romance Books: www.Allromanceebooks.com/ Amazon: www.Amazon.com
Teaser:“Boxty on the griddle, boxty on the pan; if you can’t make boxty, you'll never get a man’.” –Irish Folktale“Girl, do you even know how to make Irish food?”Imani looked over at her sister Sonia and laughed. Sonia had the most skeptical look on her face. “Yes, Soni, I can make Irish food. Besides before Sky’s mother passed away she’d sent me her recipes for everything that I’ve made for him tonight.”Sonia crossed her brown eyes and made a silly face at her, and Imani could not stop the laugh that escaped.“Do you think I’d try to pretend I knew how to cook it? If I did that this whole plan could backfire.”“What are you planning on making him?” Sonia took a deep breath. “Least it smells good in here, so I guess you do get what you’re doing.” She chuckled.“I’m making bangers and mash, along with corn beef and cabbage and boxties.”“Okay, I’ve heard of the first two, but what the heck are boxties?”“Basically an Irish potato pancake.” She couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face as she perused her sister.“So tell me your plan again?” Sonia questioned.“Basically, Soni, Skylar has been feeling homesick. I plan to show him some Southern California comfort via the Irish way.”“Ah, so the whole ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ deal?”“In a nutshell, yes, that’s exactly my plan. Sky hasn’t been himself lately and the closer we got to today, which is Saint Patrick’s Day, it’s gotten even worse. I want to show him that home is wherever he lays his head and that I can take care of him and give him what he needs. I want him to smile again.”
       Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.
Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writer’s of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director.  She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.Nikki would love to hear from you…
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Welcome Sandra Bunino and "Marooned with a Millionaire"!

Welcome back my lovelies!! I hope the season of spring is filling your days with wonder and your nights with romance.If not, maybe my guest today can help with that...well at least with the romance part anyway.Cop a squat, grab something yummy to drink and help me welcome my fellow Evernight author, Sandra Bunino!!

Thank you so much for having me on to share my new release, Marooned with the Millionaire. Jason and Stephanie are my all-time favorite characters (don't tell my other characters, they'll be jealous). :)
A fierce Miami storm bring sexy strangers together at The Hotel Del Santos for a night of desire.Stephanie, still reeling from a failed marriage, needs a break from the past. Shying away from the convention center crowds while on a business trip, she finds solace tucked away in a secluded hotel on South Beach.Jason, a wealthy Seattle builder, has the worst luck with love. He swears he will never allow another woman to get under his skin, until the clicking of a pair of sexy stilettos across the hotel lobby floor attracts his attention. Cut off from the outside world, the lives of these two strangers collide and burn with desire when a storm strands them together. Neither wants anything more than a glorious one-night stand.Their chemistry is undeniable and propels them to second meeting in Sin City. However, Stephanie soon learns she has more reason to be wary of her mysterious lover than a broken heart.

Excerpt:Las Vegas. Sin City. A place known for glitz, glamour, excitement and fantasy. It was a premier adult playground where one could pretend to be anything or anyone because “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”Jason held her hand and gestured toward the lobby with his other. People stared as he escorted her through the hotel to the waiting limousine. By herself, she was exposed and vulnerable, but at Jason’s side she was strong and empowered. Yes. She was in Sin City and Stephanie was going to play the part and enjoy every minute.“Where are we going?” she asked, sliding into the limo.“One of my favorite restaurants and I have a surprise for you after dinner.”“I love surprises, and I have one for you too.” Stephanie leaned over and brushed her lips against his. Her fingertips grazed his thigh and traveled slowly up his leg. A strong hand encircled her wrist at the same time a low growl emanated from his mouth. Her eyes popped open and locked on his darkened stare. The intensity took her breath away.He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “It’s taking all of my self-control not to take you right here in the back of the limo.”“What’s stopping you?” she whispered back.“Damn, we are going to have a fun five days together,” he said in a husky voice, raising his eyebrow.Stephanie giggled and shifted in her seat as Jason loosened his grip on her wrist and interlaced his fingers with hers. They sat in silence for the rest of the short ride. The limousine turned at the François Hotel and Casino and came to a stop at the private entrance to Le Cote Noir.The tinkling of piano keys, flickering candlelight and the deep shades of red took over Stephanie’s senses like a soft warm blanket as they walked into the restaurant. “Mr. Royce, it’s so good to see you this evening. Right this way.”The maître d swiftly escorted them to a secluded table next to floor to ceiling windows overlooking the spectacular view of The Strip.“I know I said it before, but I’m glad you took me up on my offer and arrived early. We have a lot of time to make up.”“Speaking of offers, Jason. The clothes, the jewelry, you know I can’t accept any of it.”Jason reached across table and took her hand in his. “You think too much. Just allow me to take care of you for a few days. Relax and let go, we’ll figure out everything else later.”Stephanie opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. She knew it was a losing battle to spar with Jason about his gifts. At that moment the only thing that mattered was that she was with him. It was enough for her. Yes, we will figure the rest out later.“Are you ready for surprise number one?” Jason asked as the server removed their dinner plates.He rose and walked to her side of the table. She closed her eyes as a finger grazed the nape of her neck before he pulled her chair out and took her arm in his. She trembled in response to his sizzling touch on her bare back as he lead her through the doorway to the outside terrace. The maître d handed Jason and Stephanie each a glass of port as they walked onto an outdoor patio that jutted over the edge of the building. A cool breeze blew through her hair but she was instantly warmed by a sip of the rich liquid.“It’s beautiful. I’ve seen the fountains at street level before but never this high up,” Stephanie said, walking up to the railing. She couldn’t actually hear the activity on the busy boulevard from their location high above The Strip, but the intensity in the air was evident. She gazed down at the famous fountains of The Castillo Hotel & Casino.Jason took the port from her hand and placed the glasses on a nearby table. Stephanie instinctively leaned into the warmth of his palm on the bare small of her back. A sigh escaped her lips as his hand slipped inside the fabric of her dress and ventured lower until his fingertips brushed the top of her ass. The lights on the terrace dimmed and music began to play. A flash of light from the water below signaled a single long spray from the middle of the lake. It multiplied and set off a continuous line of water in the air that moved forward and back with the music. As the water danced in the air, the music’s volume increased. Stephanie placed both hands on the railing. He moved behind her and ran his fingers up the planes of her back and down both of her arms. Continuing his assault of warm kisses down her neck and between her shoulder blades, the tip of his tongue followed the trail back up her neck and stopped at her ear. Stephanie gasped and leaned into his body for support. His arms provided the stability she needed to remain standing.“My self-control is giving out,” Jason whispered in her ear as his hand inched upward taking her dress hem along with it. Stephanie felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against her back. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.“Let’s go,” she said with a coy smile.


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Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stem red rose in her locker on Valentine's Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at sbunino@gmail.com. Come back often to find out more about her current and future releases. You can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter @sandrabunino.


Find Marooned with the Millionaire here:Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13288049-marooned-with-the-millionaire
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Sandra-Bunino/e/B006SJM5TG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1365442419&sr=1-2-ent
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Welcome Michaela Rhua and "The Enforcers!!"

Welcome back everyone!! If you haven't been here in a while, then you may not know that this post is the debut of Sealed with a Kiss's now look. Hope you like it! 
In honor of our new threads, I hope you will help me welcome Michaela Rhua as she debuts a little somethin', somethin', too...her latest release, The Enforcers.

I'm gonna step aside now, and let Michaela tell you all about it...


Thank you for letting me visit you blog. I really appreciate your support.This anthology, which released TODAY, started over a year ago as a fun project with my critique group who blog as The Nuthouse Scribblers. The idea was to link stories together around the same bar – The Blood Bar.
Book 1 - The Alphas,and Book 2 - The Protectors are already available at an eBook seller near you. But Book 3, The Enforcers is out today! It features 4 stories written by Kiru Taye, Alyssa Fox and Caledonia St. James and myself.Here is the tag line for the anthology.
The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.When the Wicked Ladies of Fiction meet up in a Scottish bar they don’t expect a night filled with danger, lust and hot supernatural men…
My story is called Logan's Captive.One visit to The Blood Bar and life will never be the same. Fed up with her life, Kyla looks forward to meeting up with her friends. Only events take an unexpected turn and Kyla is rescued by Logan, who seems determined to keep her captive.Logan didn't come to Scotland looking for a mate. But the scent of this sexy woman calls to his wolf and he knows he has to claim her. The only problem is she is human or so she thinks.
Excerpt
He got up and walked to the window, long legs taking confident strides, almost like an animal prowling. She saw his defined back and shoulders flex with each step. Kyla snuggled into the pillow, enjoying the feast of powerful man in front of her. Logan reached to open the curtains and the morning light shone in.Kyla sighed at the sight of him, letting her eyes drink him up, his wide muscular shoulder, and a hard six-pack, leading to tapered hips. Her gaze followed down. His jogging bottoms were low on hips she would love to wrap her legs around. Suddenly, her mouth was dry and she found it hard to swallow. Her mind raced with images of her hands gliding over his arms, palms on his hard chest traveling to what lay under his jogging bottoms.She gasped audibly. What was happening? Where was she getting all these thoughts from? Hearing her gasp brought Logan onto the bed, and his hands onto her shoulders."You okay, my sweet?" Blue eyes full of concern looked into her soul. Oh, his scent was intoxicating to her senses; she closed her eyes and breathed him in deeply. A musky, spicy, warmth drifted off him. Kyla sighed again, leaning forward to get closer. Logan's hands held her still."Kyla, listen to me. We need to talk." His voice was insistent.She opened her eyes, hearing him, but not listening. Her hands reached out on their own accord, and her fingertips brushed his chest, gliding over his nipples and travelling down. Her brain fought the instinct to touch, yet her body ached to touch him."Oh God, you're killing me here!" Logan growled."Am I?" Kyla spoke through a drunken haze. He grabbed her wrist before she was able to touch his erection that was so obvious. "Stop; you don't know what's going on," he ground out, shaking her shoulders gently."Logan, kiss me, touch me, please," Kyla begged as she rose onto her knees.Her free hand moved from his chest to his neck, pulling him forward. Eyes focused on his lips, she parted her own as he came so close their breath intermingled. The air around her seemed hot and heavy. She felt his broad hand move around her waist as he brought her to him, chest to chest. She lifted her chin, just as his lips captured her in a kiss that sent all her senses wild. His lips gentle at first, teasing, but as she groaned into him she heard him growl. He increased the pressure, crushing him to her. His other hand fisted her hair so he could lock her to him. Kyla was lost, completely.
I hope you like the sound of that. Here are the buy links and more about me below.
Buy Links: Breathless Press http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=18&products_id=435
All Romance Ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theenforcers-1149253-140.html

Michaela Rhua Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
You can visit Michaela here:Website: http://michaelarhuaauthor.weebly.com/Blog: http://www.michaelarhuaauthor.blogspot.co.uk/Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichaelaRhuaPinterest: http://pinterest.com/michaelarhua/Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MichaelaRhua

NO APRIL FOOLIN'...Christle Gray's in the hot-seat today!!

Happy April Fool's Day!!!I love it when Evernight authors stop by for a visit. Today is no exception.
She's even offering a copy of Burn with Me to one lucky visitor. Be sure to leave a comment and your email address!!
Grab a cup of coffee, get comfy and enjoy the show as I turn SWAK over to Christle Gray...

Thanks for having me on your blog today! I’m super excited to have the chance to share my latest story and first foray into the sci-fi romance genre, Burn With Me. As many of my stories, the creation of the Sun Whisperers came about during a bout of insomnia, my muse keeping me awake with her ramblings. (She does that a lot). Draco Taralundar was born, a lonely, fiery angel as old as the universe, finding salvation on a somewhat primitive planet as he fights to make sense of his place in the grand scheme of things. Burn With Me is the first in what I hope to be a trilogy, so enjoy! (I have to get busy on the next one…)
Available from Evernight Publishing!Buy Link:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/burn-with-me-by-christle-gray/      Maddelyn Sowers and her niece, Serra, struggle daily to survive. Their once beautiful home has been devastated by a race of alien warriors called the Raknorg, who have stripped the planet of its resources, and unleashed a deadly sickness that is slowly killing the population. Inexplicably immune from the disease, Maddelyn has witnessed her family members and friends die, young Serra next on the disease's list. Their world is shaken even further when a mysterious stranger literally falls from the sky one night. Though his presence puts them in danger, Maddelyn can't refuse the plea for help in his golden eyes. Draco Taralundar claims to be a Sun Whisperer, the last of an ancient race descended from the sun. Maddelyn has difficulty reconciling the handsome man with the fantastic tales of her youth, but his capacity for healing and wielding the powers of fire are hard to ignore, renewing her hope for the first time in years. But will the fire that burns deep within his soul save what's left of her heart, or consume them both? 

Excerpt Draco’s voice vibrated his chest against her cheek. Again, she was sure she hadn’t spoken aloud. But that thought melted away as his warmth around her chased away the nightmare and some of her pain. He promised to be her protector. Her guardian. Her angel.Awareness of his smooth skin against her cheek faintly crept into her thoughts.  Maddelyn brought her hand up and rested it on his chest. The muscles flexed under her touch, his arms tightened around her protectively. He was so warm. So alive. It was almost enough for her to forget the despair that had engulfed her life. Maybe even more than almost. Heat rolled off him in waves and seeped into her body. The warmth spread through her veins and sped up her heart as it banished the numbness, pulling her far away from the black beast that threatened to devour her in her grief. So much of her life had turned into protecting herself and her family, she’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel connected to someone. How letting someone into your heart might actually help it repair itself.Maddelyn rubbed her cheek against his iron-solid chest like a cat, inhaling his scent.  Sunshine. He smelled like sunshine on a summer day as it bathed her and the flowers that used to bloom in the park in its light. Sunshine mixed with the muskiness of man.Draco’s breathing accelerated, his heart beating wildly under her cheek. Her lips lightly grazed his collar bone and he stilled, his arms going rigid around her.“Maddelyn.”  His voice had turned husky with need, but still contained an edge of wariness.  Maddelyn wasn’t entirely sure of what she was doing, but she let her brain take a back seat as her body responded to Draco. All she knew was that his touch and his warmth helped her forget everything else. There was no death. No Raknorg. No sadness. Only him. Only her. Only this.“Please, Draco,” she whispered against his neck. I just want to forget. Please make me forget. She hoped her simple plea would convey the words that flashed inside her brain, but could not be said aloud. It might not last, but any reprieve from this hell would be a welcome one. Pulling someone close as a way to deal with loss. She’d seen it before. Watched as people clung to each other in the face of so much death, desperate to feel alive and chase away the loneliness that would consume their souls.She tilted her head to gaze into his eyes. A faint glow pulsed in the tawny depths, yet his brow creased with uncertainty. He brought his hand up and cradled her cheek, lightly tracing her jaw line with his thumb. Just his touch did wonders to ease the ache in her heart.

Author Bio:Christle Gray was born and raised in Ohio, but lives in Kentucky with her husband and one frisky black cat. She's a Gemini, which means she's of two minds about everything, and has more projects in progress than she can ever hope to complete in one lifetime. Her interests vary as widely as her opinions, and she's in no short supply of either. Just go ahead and ask. One of the many voices yammering on in her head is bound to answer.
Links:Website:http://www.christlegray.com/
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Welcome Doris O'Connor and Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed!

Please help me welcome one of my favorite people, author Doris O’Connor. Considering this veteran writer and mistress of all things romance and beyond, I’m confidently turning “Sealed with a Kiss” over to her today. Don’t worry though, you’re in wonderful hands!! Thank you for coming today, Doris, by all means, take it away….

When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort? I leave you with a hot little excerpt…



Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort. Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client. As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?





ADULT Excerpt:"I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then. When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh."Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.  Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric."Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission. Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas's scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.
****Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed—Natasha released March 13th through Evernight PublishingBUYLINK: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mr-satisfaction-guaranteed-natasha-by-doris-oconnor/
A little more about Doris:Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Need a little "Romance on the Go?" Isabella Olivia Ellis has just the story for you...

Content warning: #BDSM, #EroticRomance

For those of you who are like me and don't have loads of time to read long, epic-sized novels, Evernight Publishing has the perfect line for you!!
Romance on the Go (RGO) has tons of titles in every genre imaginable and most are short enough to enjoy on your lunch break, riding home on the train, or for that hot bubble bath you've promised yourself all week.
Today, I have an author of one of those yummy delights, Isabella Olivia Ellis, and she's brought a little teasing taste to really wet your whistle!!

Check out, Becoming His Little One:

Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they've found is worth the fight to keep it.

***WARNING*** Adult Excerpt:


His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter. He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom. When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness. He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”    Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re already making mistakes. You're too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken.” He growled.“Yes, sir.” She replied, not missing a beat.He smiled coldly. “That’s better.”  With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.“Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton. Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders. Confused, she looked up at him. Smiling deviously, he said, "Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long."And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees. After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. "What is that thing?"    He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. "It's a spreader bar, Little One. You've never seen one?"    "I have never even heard of that."      "Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That's good, now straighten your knee. Good." He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place. Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn't make a peep of complaint.Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking. With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. "Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One," Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs."Yes, Sir." She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses. His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn's sensitive ass lay exposed. Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart."I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?"

You can find Becoming His Little One at the following places:


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Becoming-His-Little-Romance-ebook/dp/B00BSK627Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1363098380&sr=8-1&keywords=becoming+his+little+one+ellis
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/becoming-his-little-one-by-isabella-olivia-ellis/