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Uh oh…This Could Get Ugly!

Not the cat. That guy is too cute. Who I’m talking about, and isn’t cute, is Honey being sick. Now, there’s two ways I could explain this. My way and his way.My way goes something like this:

Meh, it’s a cold flu thing. No biggie. I had it all last week. Did I lose any writing time because of it? Nope. Did Honey notice enough to ask me about it? Nope. Did I complain about it? Nope. So, yeah. NO big deal.

His way? Well, for starters he pulled a Gloria Swanson coming into our house early yesterday afternoon. Seriously, he was ready for his Mr. Deville-Oscar-winning-performance close-up. But if that weren’t enough to get me LMAO the look on his flushed face would have. Here’s the conversation:

“Thank God your home.”

*Imagine me doing a big mental hurrmph here* because you and I both know he’s only happy to see me for one reason. I am destined to become his “slave nurse” for the rest of the day.

“Oh, and why is that?”

“I’m sick.”

Yeah, the way he announced that was as if the sky was going to fall and zombies were on the front lawn looking to find their way into our humble abode to escape that kind of travesty. “So?”

“I mean it. I’m really sick.”

*Looks right at you as I pull down my reading glasses* To me really sick is pneumonia, not a garden variety cold. What are your thoughts on this?

“I’m achy.”

I turn back to him and nod because that’s what I was last week.

“I have a headache.”

Check-eroo on that as I also had one of those.

“I feel stuffy.”

We could have been twins.

“I need to go to bed.”

And right there any relative similarities ended. Bed? I try not to let my brows disappear under my bangs as, you know, I’m totally gobsmacked here. Did I mention that not only did I release a book and market it last week, but I did the grocery shopping, all the cooking, and his effing laundry! Don’t get me started on that. Anyone who’s been following my blog knows how I feel about laundry…so where was I? Oh yeah, him wanting to go to bed.

“No you don’t. What you need to do is get changed and make yourself some soup. Maybe park yourself in front of the TV – in the family room- for a bit. Did you take something for it? I’m pretty sure we’ve got some medicine in the cabinet.”

At this point I can tell you with absolute certainty that he’s the one who’s gobsmacked. “But I’m sick. Don’t I get any sympathy from you?”

I thought about that for a mili-second, maybe less before I replied, “Sure you do. You get as much as you gave me.”

Haha! Poor baby. He did the old head fallback “come on!” impatient move, and then quickly regretted it as he nearly fell over from dizziness. How did I know this? I was dizzy from this head cold last week. >:) When he got a handle on the fever induced vertigo, he grumbled, “I tried my best. Guys aren’t good at this kind of shit.”

“You won’t get an argument from me there.”

“Not fair.”

“Not listening.”

Now, for those of you who might think I’m being mean I’d ask you to click on the Kitty picture above before you judge me too harshly. And for those of you who know me to too well, this is what I’m doing instead of catering to Honey who’s currently googling “walking pneumonia “, “typhoid”, and “meningitis symptoms. *shakes head* You remember my ice machine making ice dicks?

Well, I have a rather large update on this topic, so stay tuned. Honey is in for one helluva a surprise there. >:) ROTFLMAO!

Thanks for stopping by!

Riley

 

Things That Make You Go Hmm….

Honey. I could say that is all because, let’s face it, he is my personal reason for doing the old *head scratch*, pulling off the *head banging on desk* and my major *headache* maker all wrapped up in one fantastically complicated male ego that never quits. But then if I left it at that, you guys wouldn’t get to hear this conversation that ensued, would you?

To set this up, I was working last night on other stuff besides writing, and Honey was watching another documentary. Big shocker there. You see? I want shake my head at that. *sigh* So, I go out to the family room to ask him a question and I’m nearly blinded. The freaking guy has so many lights on my eyes began to water.

“Holy moly! What’s with all the brightness?”

He doesn’t even look at me. *Imagine me looking right at you as I mouth the words “Wow that documentary must be enthralling”* When he says, “The light illuminates your beauty.”

*Insert me blinking at you until I turn back slowly to look at him* I was going to ask, but then, why mess with his perfectly good rebuttal, you know? So, I simply backed away before he ruined it.

Fast forward an hour later when I catch him preparing to take the pooch out for a walk without me. We always go together.

“Hey, why didn’t you come and get me? I want to go.”

“I thought I’d give you a break tonight, but if you want to come, beautiful, I’ll wait.”

Okay, you have to imagine me at this point thinking, “Has he been fooling around on me and his guilt is killing him so much he has to worship me now?”

There’s me lying in bed staring at the shadows flickering on our ceiling. I hear a noise. “What was that?” I whisper.

“An owl.”

“Oh.”

A few minutes later I hear another noise. “What was that?”

“A possum,” he murmurs.

Made sense. “Oh.”

Less than a minute later I frown. “Does that sound like water running?” The idea becomes an instant obsession and I can actually envision one of the hoses outside spewing water until a whole river will be pooling in our backyard overnight, costing us a fortune. “It sounds like the hose was left on, doesn’t it?”

“No.”

He seemed so sure. It wasn’t fair now that I was totally stressing over it. I turned to him and pushed down the duvet so I could see his face. “Something’s flowing. I can hear it.”

He did the big sigh and came up on elbow, leaning over me until I was pressed back into my pillow, when he said, “What you’re hearing is my love overflowing for you.”

Yeah, hm. You can bet what was I hearing was crickets and what I was thinking? *cups hands around mouth and speaks in a really annoying monotone announcer’s voice* I hereby invoke the power of the…

Snow globe moment. Seriously? Honey doesn’t EVER talk like this unless… I give him the side-eye and ask, “What kind of documentary were you watching?”

“One about relationships.”

My eyes narrow. “You don’t say.”

“Pretty insightful shit. Wish I’d watched it when we were dating it would have saved me a lot of aggravation.”

Oh, really. “How so?”

“Well.” He fell back down on his pillow with a grin. “There’s this theory in relationships called the deflation factor.”

Oh yeah, I had to hear this. I got up on elbow and waited with bated breath.

“It’s when you deflate a possible sticky situation with your significant other with kind words.”

*Insert me looking right at you again here* because if you’ve been following along there wasn’t a sticky situation, was there? “Erm,” I focus back on him again, “what was sticky about our situation?”

“Be damned if I know. I never do, so what did I have to lose?”

What indeed. There’s me lying back down contemplating what I could help him lose…a left nut, came to mind, but I digress. After I stewed for a few more minutes I whispered, “I still hear water running.” It wasn’t until he got up with a few choice curse words and exited our bedroom to check out the hoses in our backyard, that I added in the tiniest voice imaginable so he’d never hear me, “Oh, wait, never mind. It’s only the pool filter.” Hehehe! Poor Honey. But come on! What did he have to lose? *imagine a light bulb clicking on over my head as I beam* Well, for one thing, he lost the opportunity to snuggle in for a good night’s sleep, didn’t he?

But it wasn’t until he came back to bed all huffy and I purred, “You are so wonderful for going to check on that for me. You’re my hero. Now I can sleep.” And he gave me one of those hugs that said “Anytime babe” that I realized, *insert me staring at you with owl-eyes here* the deflation factor actually worked! Maybe not on women, but definitely on men. Wow…See? I want to shake my head again.

 

Riley

Yay! Stare Her Down Made Amazon’s Top 100 Bestselling List for “Romantic” Erotica!!!!

And everyone who follows my blog knows what that means!!! It’s another “Giveaway Time!”

November 30th will be the drawing. The rules are easy. Just leave a comment. Something as simple as: “Hi, Riley.” Or as complicated as, “I read your book and it (fill in the blank here) and you’ll be entered. Don’t forget to enter for Myrtie too (if you don’t subscribe to my blog already). That drawing happens earlier in November. Did I mention that there’s cash to be won entering Night Owl’s Reviewer contest as well? There’s a widget at the end of the post. Make sure to enter and good luck!

So *takes a deep breath and looks around* where was I? Oh yeah, this giveaway! Here’s the stuff:

This is what’s up for grabs:

One signed copy of Stare Me Down

A bunch of sexy magnets!

David Post-It notes

A snazzy pen!

A specially (designed by me) dog tag that reads, “You had me at Spank!”

A decorative book box to hold some of your new items

A custom designed CD with the original song “In This Bed” plus the trailer.

Oh, and add to this a signed print copy of Stare Her Down that hasn’t been printed yet. I should have the final galley on this on Wed. Then it will be another few days to approve – but once I have it I’ll include it with all this!

 

Here are the the teasers for my latest release if you aren’t familiar with it!

You can click on the picture above if you want to see the book trailer featured on USA Today!!!

 

 

And here are the first reviews!!!

 

5 out of 5 STARS!!!

Give Me A Gunn!

Bottom line – Bailey and Gunn are perfect for each other! He grounds her, and she lightens him up. Simply a wonderful, funny tale of two opposites attracting. If you like BDSM-themed stories with a lot of humor, yet a keen understanding of the workings of a relationship, I would highly recommend this, and any of Riley Murphy’s work!

5 Out of 5 Stars!!!

The Dom of my dreams, Gunn or Aries?

Gunn, also known as The Viking, made me forget to breathe as he showed Bailey his ropes… literally. I was not aware that ropes were for anything other than being restrained. Gunn acquainted me with sensations that I never knew existed through the skillful placement of his ropes. Not only could he tie a girl up in knots, but his words alone could send me over into orgasmic bliss. For example, he says things like “Do you know what I love about rope and tying up my woman? She’s captured. Her whole body is caressed by my ties. And what does she experience? A rough, tender, twisted, smooth, tight ,and loose embrace all at once, that causes a rush of feelings.” Seriously? “A rush of feelings” is definitely an understatement. There are many, many tender and mind-blowing moments in Riley Murphy’s newest novel and that excerpt was just a little taste to whet your appetite.

I highly recommend that you read it. I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

5 Out of 5 stars!!!

Gunn and Bailey’s story!!!

I’ll admit it…. I love Riley Murphy’s books. I have them all, I’ve read them all. But this one has been the best so far. I didn’t think anything would take the place of the Trust in Me series, but I have to say that Gunn and Bailey have stolen my heart (Insert Heart Emoticons here)

Bailey is a hot mess of issues, all bundled up into an adorable little package. Gunn is a tough Dom with his own set of issues buried deep, and his is just BEGGING for someone to come along and bust him out of his shell. When he sees Bailey across the patio of their shared apartment complex, struggling with a huge potted plant, he knows he wants her. She only wants to use him to get another (unattainable) guy. 

What follows is an incredibly hot, amazingly hilarious story that I couldn’t put down. My Kindle is full of highlighted passages. It is fast paced and the story line kept me interested the entire time. It is BDSM based, and the scenes were realistic but not over the top. Well, except the rope scenes, they were literally, OVER THE TOP!

Grab it today and read it! I give it five stars.

5 Out of 5 STARS!!!

Wow, bring on the big Gunn!!!

I absolutely loved this story from beginning to end! So many great moments and quotes. Wow, when Gunn talks about sex and says things like:

“Sex is very important to me. I like the feel of a woman’s naked body pressed against mine. “Because I want her to unravel. To give up and give in. To give it all to me. Everything. Her mind, her body, and soul, is mine in that moment. Submission becomes more than a word. It’s her lifeline that’s tied to me.”

I had to fan myself! Too many great moments you have to read this one. The first time Gunn brought out the rope, and then the restaurant scene. I don’t know why, but that scene touched me. I’ll be rereading this one again. It was hot and sexy with enough wit and insight to keep me glued to the page. Riley hit it out of the park with this one! 5 stars! I never thought I’d find a hero I loved more than Aries, but Gunn is my new favorite! I loved Bailey too. She was funny and self-deprecating without being weak. If you want to read a smart and hot bdsm romance this one’s for you! Highly recommend! It’s a keeper!

Here’s the link for Night Owl’s contest (just click here and you’ll be directed)

Thanks for stopping by!

Riley

Honey Got Me!!!! Fred is not dead (Part 4)

How? Well, it’s like this. Yesterday was Stare Her Down release day, so Honey came home early to take me out to lunch. Yay! So we had a great lunch (I had a nice dirty martini) and all was right with the world…That is, until we finished and get up to leave. LMAO! There we were walking out. Honey has his hand on the small of my back, and everything seemed totally normal, but then he stops, and lets out a low whistle.

He looks at m and then to the right, as he says, “Well, would you look at that.”

I follow his point and THIS is what I see at a table two over from ours.

 

I blinked and then burst out laughing. I hadn’t forgotten about Fred, but I kind of had. Heheh. The sneaky bastard was there having lunch at the same time we were. Who da thunk? Wearing a pair of my sunglasses no less. Which reminds me. I need to get another pair! *dances out of range of jagged lightning bolts*

So, are scratching your head, like I was, trying to figure out how Fred wound up at the waterside cafe? Turns out? Honey dropped Fred off there the day before and called in a favor from a friend of his, Chef Karl, who was only too happy to oblige. He let Fred eat for free even! *shakes head* Honey cracks me up. Speaking of “cracks” this is the one that was facing me when I awoke this morning. Nice huh?

 

Meh, I haven’t seen Myrtie for a while either so I wasn’t too surprised. So now that they are back together again, I think it’s time we do a drawing for Myrtie’s cousin. She shall look just like this:

After all, a house isn’t a home until one has a “stripper gnome” of their own to bedazzle a garden, a bathroom, or in my case, a bedside table to give your significant other a good morning eye full!

 

I’m going to do the drawing on November 21st! If you are one of my subscribers you’re good to go. If you’re not a subscriber and you want to be – sign up anytime between now and the 21st and you’ll be good. If you don’t want to subscribe, but you’d like to be included in the contest just leave me a comment or shoot me an email and I’ll add your name.

To be clear. The prize for this drawing is one “Dancing Stripper Gnome” to be drawn on Nov. 21st 2014. It’s open to US, Canada, UK and AU subscribers. Note: If the winner is from either of those last two countries – I will try my best to order this and get it shipped directly to you. BUT if I can’t make that work I will send you an Amazon gift card of equal value so you can buy your one smexxy Goddess.

 

Thanks for stopping by!

Riley

 

 

 

Stare Her Down Has Been Released!!!

 

You can also enter a goodreads drawing to win a printed autographed copy by entering here. Just click the picture.

Thanks for stopping by!

Riley

 

The Truth

This is a bonus scene from Stare Her Down. Gunn and Bailey spend afternoons together getting to know one another so they can compete in the rigging competition. I’d say Bailey doesn’t stand a chance against a guy like Gunn, but she is surprising.

 

Bailey

Bailey walked into Gunn’s place as she had numerous times over the last week and half, and kicked off her shoes. As usual he was waiting for her. All six-foot four-inches of him. “Hey. I was thinking about that paperwork you’re always staring at and I had an idea.”

“You were thinking about my quantum physics equation that’s been unsolvable for nearly two years?”

She was in the process of walking by him, but stopped and looked up. The guy sounded insulted. She had every reason to be thinking about his paperwork as he made her stretch out on his bed naked while he stared at it, and not at her. Not that she wanted him staring at her…but secretly she did. “Yeah, yeah. Have you tried reading it backwards?”

“No.”

The frigging guy never blinked. “Da Vinci did, maybe you should try it. He was a smartie too.”

“He was an artist and he didn’t read backwards. He wrote letters backwards so they’d resemble a code.”

She went to step around him, intent on getting to his room and her usual place of repose, when his reply sank in. Stopping, she swung around. “You say artist like it’s a bad thing.”

“And you say paperwork like all I’m doing is the New York Times Sunday crossword.”

He’d be wrong there, because in her mind the times crossword? That was no cakewalk for the average Joe, so for him to make like it was? Not cool. “Look, I’m just saying we all get stuck in ruts once in a while. Sometimes—”

“Take off your clothes.”

Just like that, huh? She ignored the fact that he’d interrupted her, and asked, “Why is it every time I mention the possibility of you switching things up a little you get all moody,”

“I don’t get moody.” Either he was the best actor in the next breakout Blockbuster, or he actually believed what he was saying. Man, to have blinders like that on in life.

She shook her head. “You want me to get undressed here? And you do, by the way.”

“Yes. Take off your things and put them on the couch.”

Bailey was sure if they hadn’t made the whole getting naked thing normal between them, she’d have said no. But now that she was stripping down, it did come to her that she was the only one ever getting naked around here. “Is there ever going to be a time you get naked too?”

“Yes.”

Once she finished undressing she turned around and asked, “Do you mind telling me when?”

“Yes.”

There she was, standing in the middle of his living room stark naked with somewhat of an attitude, and she couldn’t think of a thing to say. What could one say to that? She was going to ask him, but then she saw the generous length of rope and got distracted.

“Problem?”

It was almost as if he’d pulled the bundle of twine onto his lap on purpose. “Are you going to use that today?” She indicated to it because he seemed hesitant about using it with her so far in their dealings together, but then she looked up and holy God! The guy was smiling. He rarely ever smiled. The sight made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. Anything else she was going to say was forgotten as the atmosphere around them turned heavy with expectation. Expectation of what?

“Come here.”

That. “Are you sure you want to do this right now?” It was a crazy question to ask, given that she was naked, he loved rope, and they didn’t have anything else to do at the moment. “Dumb, thing to say. Sorry.” She walked right over to him and held out her wrists.

“I think it was a legitimate question.” He ignored her proffered gesture and sat down on the arm of the couch. As he unwound the rope he pointedly stared at her hands until she got his unspoken message and dropped them to her sides. The second she did, he looked right at her, and asked, “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” she hated that her voice came out in such a soft whisper, but it couldn’t be helped. The fact that he was fully dressed in a tight black T-shirt and a pair of snug fitting pants, while she was standing there without a stitch, did something to her. In a good feminine way. If she had to name it, she’d say the way she was feeling right now was small. Maybe fragile. It didn’t matter though, because either way, whatever it was, represented something that was foreign to her. Probably why she was secretly craving more if it the longer he stared at her.

“There’s no need to be nervous, angel.” The gleam in his eyes took her breath away. “I thought we’d have a discussion about ropes.” As he spoke he found the center of the long length of twine and made an arch-type bend out of it. “Open your mouth. I’d like you to bite down on this to hold it for me while I tie the rest on you.”

When he brought it up to her lips she leaned back so quickly she almost fell.

“Whoa.” He caught her, and the feel of his powerful hands firmly wrapped around her hips, caused her to close her eyes, but then hearing his next words, she snapped them open again. “Careful. Damn, when I envisioned getting my hands on these sexy curves, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

Sexy? He had visions of her? Before she made a complete ass out of herself she refocused on the moment. “How do you expect us to have a discussion if one of us has a mouth full of rope?”

It took him a few seconds to tear his gaze away from her hips and pull her in close. Closer to him than she was before. He didn’t seem to notice, or mind, when he answered. “Discussion may have been the wrong word.”

And before she opened her mouth and did as he’d ask, biting down on the rope, she wanted to know what the right word was. “Is this going to be a lecture, then?”

“No. Those are boring and I’m not looking to put you to sleep.” The heat of his eyes drilled into her. “At least not from talking. Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.” What was she doing? It was as if she couldn’t stop herself. She did it, and then wanted to groan when a shiver skated from the top of her spine to her bottom at his whisper, “That wasn’t so hard.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one shivering and not from cold.

“I have certain methods that I thought I’d explain to you.” As he talked he fastened the jute in some kind of knot around her bicep. When he pulled a length of it horizontally across the top of her chest to her other arm, he paused. “Don’t tense up, Bailey. The action messes with my lines.”

She would have nodded if she wasn’t biting down on the rope. She imagined since it was all connected that move would mess with his lines too, so she gave him a slow blink instead. The ensuing quiet while he worked gave her time to think. She knew all about his “certain” methods. Hadn’t they been driving her crazy? Wasn’t it one of them that made the present scenario bearable? Gunn having her lie on his bed naked while he worked fully dressed took the sting out of her being naked now. She was sure of it.

“I’m going to tighten these.” He leaned forward and brought his arms around her. God, he smelled great. “Shoulders back. A little more.”

He was pressed against her. His heat and strength wrapping around her as surely as his rope. Yeah, he had methods and every one of them was doing “certain” things to her. The thought not only brought her up short, but it caused her to straighten, giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Good. Now.” He leaned back and continued to position the ropes on her, only this time he was much quicker. “This is a simple combination of bondage techniques. The classic chest tie, you see? I’ve chosen to frame each breast separately. Both are centered in a diamond pattern.” He ran a hand over the ropes, stalling to pay special attention to her nipples. “Such pretty parts to highlight.” He plucked on one hardened tip and then the other, rubbing and rolling them consecutively. Hard and then soft, creating a nice wave of sensations that rolled through her so fiercely, she moaned. The sound of which, got his attention. “All right. I’ll stop teasing and continue with my educating. Not lecturing.”

His hands were strong. Warm. Purposeful as he wound the rope around her waist and tied a perfectly centered knot just above her navel. “This is when things get interesting. I could work the rope to the right or left,” he looked up while he dragged the slack from the knot he’d made, heading south, “but how much fun would that be when the center is right here.” He tapped the edge of rope against the apex of her thighs and held her stare. “Open your legs.”

Her heart raced, thumping against her ribcage. Should she do it?

“Bailey.”

She did it. She had no choice. Those blue eyes of his had a way of compelling her to obey him. She thought he’d take the two lines of rope and tie her with them the way she’d seen in pictures. Like a rope thong with one line in one leg crease and the second one in the other, but she should have known he’d do things differently.

Holding up the two he explained, “I’m going to tie an extended pendent knot. Why? For one I find them aesthetically pleasing and for another, so will you. Not aesthetically, but pleasing.” She didn’t like the way he popped his eyebrows up when he added that. “But before we get to that, and while I have my hands full, I want to share something with you.”

She watched his fingers move effortlessly over the rope as he looped and knotted, circled and tied, turning and adjusting the twine without looking at it. How could someone be so precise without paying attention…but he was paying attention. To her.

“I happen to like a ménage. Ah,” he paused and grinned at her when she looked up, “I knew that would get your attention. All done.” He showed her the woven knot. It was beautiful. It looked like a Celtic design that was rectangular instead of square. “This goes right between your legs. This part here?” He caressed the center connection with two fingers in such a blatantly sexual way the small muscles between her legs squeezed and tightened. “Goes right over the most sensitive part of you. I’ve perfected this method to make it…well, let’s leave that to be a surprise.”

Speaking of surprises, she hadn’t forgotten about the mention of ménage. If he thought she was going to be good with that, she wasn’t.

“I can hear the wheels spinning, angel. What’s got them working overtime? This?” He bent and threaded that pendent knot through her legs, reaching around to bring the slack up behind her. She couldn’t see, but she felt him divide the two lengths. Thankfully, they trialed up over her bottom cheeks and not between them. “I’m going to tie these off at your waist back here. And now?” He sat square in front of her. “Let go of the rope.”

It was the oddest thing. She’d almost forgotten she was biting down on that loop, but now that he wanted her to stop, she was wishing she didn’t have to. It was easier being around him when she didn’t have to talk. When all she had to do was let him lead and she was free to enjoy the ride.

Ménage. Right. She opened her mouth and let the jute fall out.

With lightning speed he caught it before it collapsed. “Where was I with the education?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He just adjusted the rope on her in certain places without moving that loop, and said, “I mentioned ménage and I should probably explain. The kind of threesome I like to enjoy is me, my woman, and this rope.”

“That’s not a ménage.”

“Why, because the rope isn’t a person? Rope can be many things. Good things, bad things and interesting things, depending on who’s controlling it. A rope moves with the flesh, it caress a woman’s body better, most times, than any man could. It hugs and squeezes, but best of all.” He stood and then bent to whisper in her ear, “It never disappoints. It never leaves your side unless it’s forced to. I want you to love my ropes. That’s why I want you to fuck this one now.”

That shiver was back skating down her spine with their close proximity. Well, that and the feel of the rope he’d tied around her doing exactly what he said it would do. Hugging her close. “You…I…that’s impossible.”

He rubbed his temple against hers and sighed, causing the heat of his breath to warm her ear. “It’s not, and I’m going to show you why.”

There were a lot of things she thought would happen, and yet not one of them did as there was no more talking. Instead Gunn crushed her to him. It was such an unexpected move, she gasped and then gasped again, when he tugged on the loop she’d previously held in her mouth, and parts of the rope tightened against her, pressing and pushing intimately into her. “Gunn…”

“Sh, sh. Let me show you.”

Maybe if he hadn’t forced her head back so he could capture her mouth she would have been able to say she didn’t want him to… the problem was, she did. The kiss was all consuming. Deep, hard and persuasive, as he overwhelmed her. That’s what he was doing. His mouth at her lips, his palms at her breasts, kneading and massaging until every part of her ached, right to the core. Then when his hands stole over the ropes, tugging in just the right spots to further drive her wild, she was lost in sensations.

 

Gunn loved the taste of her. There were a number of subtle nuances that drove Bailey’s actions and reactions. One of them was just the right amount of “please, someone make me do it”, and he was up for the job. “Relax against me. That’s right. Can you feel this?” He tugged the left lead ever so lightly, and when she trembled in his arms he knew he’d gotten it right.

“Please.”

“I want you to love the rope. Come here.” He sat on the couch and pulled her down with him, positioning her on his lap where he’d have better control. “Look at me. Relax. Let the rope slide—”

“Ah…”

“Do you feel it, honey?” He curled down over her and captured her cries against his shoulder as he gently rocked that pendent knot over her clit, working relentlessly until she was biting his bicep and pivoting her hips to better meet the twine. “That’s a good girl. A little faster.” He looked down and watched as her hips flexed. Every time she came up the action was followed by her coming down on his lap and hard cock. It was a good kind of pain. The best as he pushed her, making her ride and slide against the rope. “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

He gathered the upper part of her into him, holding her tight, while he forced the lower part of her to move, beg and seek out more of what he had to offer.

“Let me feel it. Let me feel how hot you are for my ropes.” When his fingers connected with her heat, with all the wetness between her thighs, he whispered sliding a finger into her, “This is the best kind of ménage. You’re hugged tight, and my hands are free to fucking torture you.” He pulled the rope lead a little tighter.

“Gunn…”

“Ride it. Move. That’s right. Faster. Higher. Don’t think Bailey. Let everything go. Everything, but me.” The second he felt her start to quiver he gave the lead one more tug.

“Oh, God!”

“The ropes love you, honey. Love them back. Yes.” He kept his eyes on her glistening center as it glistened more, against the pendent knot. “Open up to them.” She did. “A little more.” She did again. And that’s when he knew he and Bailey were going to be perfect together. Now all he had to do was convince her…

 

 

 

Stare Her Down quote #1

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Early reviews for Stare Her Down

“I think these two are my favorite and that’s nuts. I loved Aries and Jaxx. Now Gunn and Bailey? So much sexy, smart, fun! Highly recommend!”

“Gah! The rope scenes! Read them while you listen to the book song. Gave me chills! Must read!”

“I want a swing set, some punishment cards, and rope. I also want Gunn! What a read!”

Stare Me Down Available For Pre-order!!!!

It’s available for pre-order @ 2.99 *for a limited time*** Go grab a copy quick! Here’s the buy link.

 

 

 

Early reviews for Stare Her Down

“I think these two are my favorite and that’s nuts. I loved Aries and Jaxx. Now Gunn and Bailey? So much sexy, smart, fun! Highly recommend!”

“Gah! The rope scenes! Read them while you listen to the book song. Gave me chills! Must read!”

“I want a swing set, some punishment cards, and rope. I also want Gunn! What a read!”

Gunn and Bailey Are Going To Meet The World!!!!

 

Here’s a small snippet! Can’t wait for this to release!!! You can click on the Viking to see the book video!

(Excerpt)

He knew something all right. He knew without a doubt she was going to take that insult back.

“Gunn! Oh God, don’t tickle me!”

“Tickle you?” He stopped trying to adjust her into a fuckable position, and sighed. “I don’t want to tickle you, angel.”

Her head came up and she frowned, “You don’t?”

“No, I want to fuck you until you scream.”

“Why do you say things like that?

“Does it make you hot?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why.” He curled down, purposely crowding her, and whispered, “Spread your legs for me.”

(end)

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Riley