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May 13, 2014
Prequel/Sequel Gave Good Face / Hard and Fast - Now Available
Meet twins Josslynn and Pasha Rossdale as they find love with two very different men!
Gave Good Face
Behind his beauty hides a secret.
Male model, Lot Reardon has been the reigning ‘it’ guy on the runways of the world for the last decade, but he’s beginning to realise his time in front of the camera is winding down. While mulling over his options for the future, Lot is asked to do an impromptu cover shoot with the glamorous and alluring, up-and-coming Pasha Rossdale.
Pasha Rossdale is thrilled and a little bit star struck when she’s paired with the striking and charming Lot Reardon. As soon as Lot and Pasha begin to pose, and play off each other under the hot studio lights, raw desire consumes them.
However, one night of smouldering sex turns into something more meaningful, making Lot and Pash the new ‘it couple’.
Can the beautiful relationship survive their changing roles and massive egos, or will Lot’s jealousy and suspicion jeopardise all that they have?
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence, followed by Hard and Fast.
Totally Bound Amazon Canada Amazon UK Amazon US
All Romance Nook Kobo
Hard and Fast now available for early download at Totally Bound
She’s looking for a forever kind of thing, not just some meaningless fling.
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm,
Joss realises she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.
An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Reader Advisory: Hard and Fast is best read after enjoying the prequel Gave Good Face.
Gave Good Face
Behind his beauty hides a secret.
Male model, Lot Reardon has been the reigning ‘it’ guy on the runways of the world for the last decade, but he’s beginning to realise his time in front of the camera is winding down. While mulling over his options for the future, Lot is asked to do an impromptu cover shoot with the glamorous and alluring, up-and-coming Pasha Rossdale. Pasha Rossdale is thrilled and a little bit star struck when she’s paired with the striking and charming Lot Reardon. As soon as Lot and Pasha begin to pose, and play off each other under the hot studio lights, raw desire consumes them.
However, one night of smouldering sex turns into something more meaningful, making Lot and Pash the new ‘it couple’.
Can the beautiful relationship survive their changing roles and massive egos, or will Lot’s jealousy and suspicion jeopardise all that they have?
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence, followed by Hard and Fast.
Totally Bound Amazon Canada Amazon UK Amazon US
All Romance Nook Kobo
Hard and Fast now available for early download at Totally Bound
She’s looking for a forever kind of thing, not just some meaningless fling.
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm,
Joss realises she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.
An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Reader Advisory: Hard and Fast is best read after enjoying the prequel Gave Good Face.
May 12, 2014
Cover Reveal - Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman @NormandieA #BDSM #Kink #Football
Cover Reveal for Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman
Daddy’s Game, Book Two in the Daddy’s Girl Series
Football and kink collide when the game’s biggest star tries to convince a beautiful artist to play Daddy’s Game.
Unofficial Blurb
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. As they grow closer he introduces her to his particular brand of kink – he wants to be her Daddy Dom and make her his little girl submissive. She agrees, and they explore their passion through a variety of sexual games.
Dallas Vipers’ wide receiver Natron Dakers is on top of the world. At the top of his profession, he has money, fame, and all the perks that go with it. Finally having found the perfect partner in his curvy little girl Carmen, his life feels complete. Until one day, in a split second, everything comes crashing down and it looks like he will lose it all. Will Natron self-destruct or will he dig deep and fight to win the ultimate game of love?
Excerpt : (R) BDSM
With the flip of his wrist he brought the first strike down on the alabaster skin of her back. The leather made a soft thudding sound as it made contact with her flesh.
She flinched, but otherwise seemed intact.
He let fly another stroke of the whip. And another until he developed a pattern that ran from her buttocks up her torso, up one side then down the other. The smell of leather wafted through the air as he pulled his arm back to prepare for the next blow, and the welcome sound of pleasure rose from her lips.
“You like that, babygirl?” he crooned.
“I do. It doesn’t really hurt. More like a little sting, but it feels good.”
“That’s it, baby. Go with it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He raked the tails across her backside until her skin began to pinken. At that point he set the flogger down and stood behind her.
“Now back up a step and lean over and grab your ankles.”
This flustered her. “What?” she asked, clearly stalling.
“I’m going to inspect you.”
“For what?” she asked leaning over hesitantly.
“My pleasure.”
“I’m not sure I can grab my ankles. I’m not very flexible.”
“Hmm. You might want to work on some daily stretches then. But for now grab your legs as low as you can go.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said and grabbed her lower calves.
He cupped her sex with his hand, and he could feel the heat coming from her most intimate region. Smacking her pussy a few times elicited a small cry from Carmen, and he could tell it was the first time anyone had ever done that to her.
Breaking in a virgin to BDSM was an intoxicating experience. No one would need drugs or alcohol when an experience like this was available. He caressed her ass, her warm globes feeling heavenly under his touch. When he spread her cheeks to inspect her asshole, her whole body tensed.
“Relax,” he said.
“That’s easy for you to say,” she muttered.
He laughed. “The point is for you to trust me, become comfortable with me exploring your body.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she whined.
“It shouldn’t be. I want your body to belong to me. Everything about it is beautiful. Allow me to enjoy it. Do you think you can do that?”
“I guess so.”
“Did you mean to say ‘Yes, Sir’?” he prodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she said sounding like a chastised schoolgirl.
“That’s more like it,” he said spanking her ass before wetting his thumb between his lips then slowly inserting it into her rear entry.
She flinched, but remained silent.
“Good girl. Relax and it will start to feel good.”
He found her lips with his other fingers and worked them in and out of the complex womanly folds between her legs. Dipping in and out of her ass and her pussy at the same time had begun to arouse her. Her hips shifted slightly to meet his attentions and she coated his hand with her sweet nectar.
“Be still,” he commanded and he felt her struggle to control the urge to ride his hand.
His middle finger sought the center of her lust, and he flicked back and forth over her clit until he felt her muscles tightening more and more. Just when she was about to tumble over the edge he withdrew.
“Stand up.”
She obeyed, her legs wobbly.
“Turn and face me.”
She whirled around and he saw the confused look in her eye. The look that said, why?
With the pitifulness of a baby harp seal, she looked up at him. “Daddy, I was about to come. Why did you stop?”
His big Dom heart almost stopped. She was too adorable, too perfect for him. How could he deny her?
Clearing his throat he said, “Because your orgasms are mine. I tell you when you can come and sometimes you will have to wait until I give you permission.”
Daddy’s Game will be released later this month. Stay tuned, and follow Normandie here to get the announcement when it comes out:
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In the meantime, have you read the first book in the series Daddy Morebucks?
Daddy Morebucks
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
You can pick up a copy of Daddy Morebucks here:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Audiobook on Audible
Daddy’s Game, Book Two in the Daddy’s Girl Series
Football and kink collide when the game’s biggest star tries to convince a beautiful artist to play Daddy’s Game.
Unofficial Blurb
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. As they grow closer he introduces her to his particular brand of kink – he wants to be her Daddy Dom and make her his little girl submissive. She agrees, and they explore their passion through a variety of sexual games.
Dallas Vipers’ wide receiver Natron Dakers is on top of the world. At the top of his profession, he has money, fame, and all the perks that go with it. Finally having found the perfect partner in his curvy little girl Carmen, his life feels complete. Until one day, in a split second, everything comes crashing down and it looks like he will lose it all. Will Natron self-destruct or will he dig deep and fight to win the ultimate game of love?
Excerpt : (R) BDSM
With the flip of his wrist he brought the first strike down on the alabaster skin of her back. The leather made a soft thudding sound as it made contact with her flesh.
She flinched, but otherwise seemed intact.
He let fly another stroke of the whip. And another until he developed a pattern that ran from her buttocks up her torso, up one side then down the other. The smell of leather wafted through the air as he pulled his arm back to prepare for the next blow, and the welcome sound of pleasure rose from her lips.
“You like that, babygirl?” he crooned.
“I do. It doesn’t really hurt. More like a little sting, but it feels good.”
“That’s it, baby. Go with it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He raked the tails across her backside until her skin began to pinken. At that point he set the flogger down and stood behind her.
“Now back up a step and lean over and grab your ankles.”
This flustered her. “What?” she asked, clearly stalling.
“I’m going to inspect you.”
“For what?” she asked leaning over hesitantly.
“My pleasure.”
“I’m not sure I can grab my ankles. I’m not very flexible.”
“Hmm. You might want to work on some daily stretches then. But for now grab your legs as low as you can go.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said and grabbed her lower calves.
He cupped her sex with his hand, and he could feel the heat coming from her most intimate region. Smacking her pussy a few times elicited a small cry from Carmen, and he could tell it was the first time anyone had ever done that to her.
Breaking in a virgin to BDSM was an intoxicating experience. No one would need drugs or alcohol when an experience like this was available. He caressed her ass, her warm globes feeling heavenly under his touch. When he spread her cheeks to inspect her asshole, her whole body tensed.
“Relax,” he said.
“That’s easy for you to say,” she muttered.
He laughed. “The point is for you to trust me, become comfortable with me exploring your body.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she whined.
“It shouldn’t be. I want your body to belong to me. Everything about it is beautiful. Allow me to enjoy it. Do you think you can do that?”
“I guess so.”
“Did you mean to say ‘Yes, Sir’?” he prodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she said sounding like a chastised schoolgirl.
“That’s more like it,” he said spanking her ass before wetting his thumb between his lips then slowly inserting it into her rear entry.
She flinched, but remained silent.
“Good girl. Relax and it will start to feel good.”
He found her lips with his other fingers and worked them in and out of the complex womanly folds between her legs. Dipping in and out of her ass and her pussy at the same time had begun to arouse her. Her hips shifted slightly to meet his attentions and she coated his hand with her sweet nectar.
“Be still,” he commanded and he felt her struggle to control the urge to ride his hand.
His middle finger sought the center of her lust, and he flicked back and forth over her clit until he felt her muscles tightening more and more. Just when she was about to tumble over the edge he withdrew.
“Stand up.”
She obeyed, her legs wobbly.
“Turn and face me.”
She whirled around and he saw the confused look in her eye. The look that said, why?
With the pitifulness of a baby harp seal, she looked up at him. “Daddy, I was about to come. Why did you stop?”
His big Dom heart almost stopped. She was too adorable, too perfect for him. How could he deny her?
Clearing his throat he said, “Because your orgasms are mine. I tell you when you can come and sometimes you will have to wait until I give you permission.”
Daddy’s Game will be released later this month. Stay tuned, and follow Normandie here to get the announcement when it comes out:
Twitter Pinterest Facebook Amazon Author Page Goodreads Website
In the meantime, have you read the first book in the series Daddy Morebucks?
Daddy Morebucks
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
You can pick up a copy of Daddy Morebucks here:
Amazon Barnes & Noble Audiobook on Audible
May 9, 2014
Enter to Win a copy of Gave Good Face @Totally_Bound #erotic #contemporary #romance
Enter to win a copy of my brand new release Gave Good Face!
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Contest ends 7am Monday May 12 UK time
Behind his beauty hides a secret.
Male model, Lot Reardon has been the reigning ‘it’ guy on the runways of the world for the last decade, but he’s beginning to realize his time in front of the camera is winding down. While mulling over his options for the future, Lot is asked to do an impromptu cover shoot with the glamorous and alluring, up-and-coming Pasha Rossdale.
Pasha Rossdale is thrilled and a little bit star struck when she’s paired with the striking and charming Lot Reardon. As soon as Lot and Pasha begin to pose, and play off each other under the hot studio lights, raw desire consumes them.
However, one night of smoldering sex turns into something more meaningful, making Lot and Pash the new ‘it couple’.
Can the beautiful relationship survive their changing roles and massive egos, or will Lot’s jealousy and suspicion jeopardize all that they have?
Excerpt:
To Lot’s surprise country music sounded and Pasha sailed back to him, all smiles.
“Now that’s something we can get in to.” Placing her hands back on his shoulders, she began to move, playfully at first, she was presumably still feeling a little awkward about being thrown in to this situation, just as he was.
“Let’s win us a cover, Lot.” She grinned, lightheartedly, her eyes flashing with mischief.
He held onto her as she flowed. She slid her hands off his shoulders and down his biceps, but when the next song came on, everything changed.
“Oh, I love this song,” she cheered as if they were in a club, and not only did she dance, she sang the words. And just as he’d expected, he had lift-off.
It was one of those ‘come over here and get me’ songs. She knew all the lyrics and when she invited him to come closer, she punctuated it with some hip action that had his mouth watering.
“Come on, Lot, dance with me like there’s no one else here watching. Just you and me.”
She did a complete body roll that actually took his breath away. “Fuck! Where’d you learn to move like that?”
“I just love to feel the music. Touch me, Lot. Feel it with me.”
Slowly, she moved her hands, skimming them up her slim waist and sides. The gesture pulled at the silky, loose fitting top she wore. And when she reached the hem, she snagged it with her fingertips giving the impression she might remove it altogether. She had him completely mesmerized. Right at the last minute, as her blouse unveiled the plump underside of her breast, she released it and it fell back down her torso. But as she raised her arms over her head, it lifted, showing off her midriff. It was fuckin’ sexy.
Lot caressed her stomach greedily, wanting more than anything to touch the smooth, soft skin with his lips. Instead he splayed his hands up her back and pulled her closer, following her lead with his own modulation.
“Yeah,” she breathed, snagging her full lower lip with her teeth, her gaze landing on his mouth briefly. He actually felt his skin tingle, as if she’d nipped him. “Like there’s nobody watching,” she finished in a whisper.
Suddenly, she skimmed her hands over his ribs. He couldn’t stop the hum of pleasure from leaving his throat. After a long leisurely, feel-good trip over his skin, she finally reached his collarbone. After inserting her hands into the shoulders of his shirt, she then coaxed it from him.
“Let’s get rid of that. Ahh, yes, that’s much better,” she purred as it floated to the floor, forgotten.
She explored his shoulders and chest and, by now he didn’t give a rat’s ass who was watching. He was being caressed by Pasha-freakin’-Rossdale and there was going to be photographic evidence.
“You have amazing pecs, Lot.” She dug her fingers into his flesh. “Whew, it’s getting warm in here. Must be the lights, huh,” she teased.
“Or all that dancing.”
“Or a certain male model with an incredible body.”
“Are you flirting with me, Miss Rossdale?”
“I believe that’s what the man asked for.”
“Well, then, I guess I should do my part.”
Generally, he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was encouraged by how carefree and easy-going she seemed, and tried to be the same. He spread his hands up her back and thrust his own hips forward, so that he could copy her undulations. She’d be extremely aware of his hard-on, but she seemed like she was up for just about anything.
“That’s great, Lot, get into it. Pash? How would you feel about taking off your top as well?” Doug called.
She slowed, so Lot did too. An expression of anxiety crossed her lovely features—a delicate line marring her forehead, for the briefest second.
“You don’t have to,” Lot reassured her. “It’s up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t do it. I’d like to work with you again. So, I don’t want you walking away today with any bad feelings.”
“No, I trust you,” she said softly. He didn’t know why but that meant a great deal to him.
“I’m not wearing a bra, so I’ll want to keep you close.”
“I’d prefer it,” he said grinning.
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Contest ends 7am Monday May 12 UK time
The sequel Hard and Fast is now available for early download @Totally Bound
To purchase Gave Good Face Totally Bound Amazon Canada Amazon UK Amazon US All Romance
+Total-E-Bound Publishing
Click HERE to Enter
Contest ends 7am Monday May 12 UK time
Behind his beauty hides a secret.
Male model, Lot Reardon has been the reigning ‘it’ guy on the runways of the world for the last decade, but he’s beginning to realize his time in front of the camera is winding down. While mulling over his options for the future, Lot is asked to do an impromptu cover shoot with the glamorous and alluring, up-and-coming Pasha Rossdale.
Pasha Rossdale is thrilled and a little bit star struck when she’s paired with the striking and charming Lot Reardon. As soon as Lot and Pasha begin to pose, and play off each other under the hot studio lights, raw desire consumes them.
However, one night of smoldering sex turns into something more meaningful, making Lot and Pash the new ‘it couple’.
Can the beautiful relationship survive their changing roles and massive egos, or will Lot’s jealousy and suspicion jeopardize all that they have?
Excerpt:
To Lot’s surprise country music sounded and Pasha sailed back to him, all smiles.“Now that’s something we can get in to.” Placing her hands back on his shoulders, she began to move, playfully at first, she was presumably still feeling a little awkward about being thrown in to this situation, just as he was.
“Let’s win us a cover, Lot.” She grinned, lightheartedly, her eyes flashing with mischief.
He held onto her as she flowed. She slid her hands off his shoulders and down his biceps, but when the next song came on, everything changed.
“Oh, I love this song,” she cheered as if they were in a club, and not only did she dance, she sang the words. And just as he’d expected, he had lift-off.
It was one of those ‘come over here and get me’ songs. She knew all the lyrics and when she invited him to come closer, she punctuated it with some hip action that had his mouth watering.
“Come on, Lot, dance with me like there’s no one else here watching. Just you and me.”
She did a complete body roll that actually took his breath away. “Fuck! Where’d you learn to move like that?”
“I just love to feel the music. Touch me, Lot. Feel it with me.”
Slowly, she moved her hands, skimming them up her slim waist and sides. The gesture pulled at the silky, loose fitting top she wore. And when she reached the hem, she snagged it with her fingertips giving the impression she might remove it altogether. She had him completely mesmerized. Right at the last minute, as her blouse unveiled the plump underside of her breast, she released it and it fell back down her torso. But as she raised her arms over her head, it lifted, showing off her midriff. It was fuckin’ sexy.
Lot caressed her stomach greedily, wanting more than anything to touch the smooth, soft skin with his lips. Instead he splayed his hands up her back and pulled her closer, following her lead with his own modulation.
“Yeah,” she breathed, snagging her full lower lip with her teeth, her gaze landing on his mouth briefly. He actually felt his skin tingle, as if she’d nipped him. “Like there’s nobody watching,” she finished in a whisper.
Suddenly, she skimmed her hands over his ribs. He couldn’t stop the hum of pleasure from leaving his throat. After a long leisurely, feel-good trip over his skin, she finally reached his collarbone. After inserting her hands into the shoulders of his shirt, she then coaxed it from him.
“Let’s get rid of that. Ahh, yes, that’s much better,” she purred as it floated to the floor, forgotten.
She explored his shoulders and chest and, by now he didn’t give a rat’s ass who was watching. He was being caressed by Pasha-freakin’-Rossdale and there was going to be photographic evidence.
“You have amazing pecs, Lot.” She dug her fingers into his flesh. “Whew, it’s getting warm in here. Must be the lights, huh,” she teased.
“Or all that dancing.”
“Or a certain male model with an incredible body.”
“Are you flirting with me, Miss Rossdale?”
“I believe that’s what the man asked for.”
“Well, then, I guess I should do my part.”
Generally, he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was encouraged by how carefree and easy-going she seemed, and tried to be the same. He spread his hands up her back and thrust his own hips forward, so that he could copy her undulations. She’d be extremely aware of his hard-on, but she seemed like she was up for just about anything.
“That’s great, Lot, get into it. Pash? How would you feel about taking off your top as well?” Doug called.
She slowed, so Lot did too. An expression of anxiety crossed her lovely features—a delicate line marring her forehead, for the briefest second.
“You don’t have to,” Lot reassured her. “It’s up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t do it. I’d like to work with you again. So, I don’t want you walking away today with any bad feelings.”
“No, I trust you,” she said softly. He didn’t know why but that meant a great deal to him.
“I’m not wearing a bra, so I’ll want to keep you close.”
“I’d prefer it,” he said grinning.
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Contest ends 7am Monday May 12 UK time
The sequel Hard and Fast is now available for early download @Totally Bound
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Running - Always Cambridge Book Two is now Available @Amazon
Running Book Two in the Always Cambridge Series is now available at Amazon.
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past.
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.
Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon UK Amazon US
These books should be read in sequence. Each story ends with a to be continued until the conclusion in September.
My fabulous publisher has decided on a unique release schedule for this series. Readers won't have to wait years between installments. eXtasy Books is releasing a new book on the 1st of each month, culminating with the conclusion in September.
Although this series is categorized as a contemporary mystery suspense, it is also filled with angsty romance. (could even be classified as romantic suspense with the following advisory...
This is an on-going saga: each book may not have and HEA/HFN, but the series culminates with an HEA/HFN in the final book.
Always Cambridge Book One
Amazon Canada Amazon US
Amazon UK
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past.
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.
Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon UK Amazon US
These books should be read in sequence. Each story ends with a to be continued until the conclusion in September.
My fabulous publisher has decided on a unique release schedule for this series. Readers won't have to wait years between installments. eXtasy Books is releasing a new book on the 1st of each month, culminating with the conclusion in September.
Although this series is categorized as a contemporary mystery suspense, it is also filled with angsty romance. (could even be classified as romantic suspense with the following advisory...
This is an on-going saga: each book may not have and HEA/HFN, but the series culminates with an HEA/HFN in the final book.
Always Cambridge Book One
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When I was hurt you healed me. When no one cared you loved me. When I was lost You Found Me...
Injured, lost and alone, what more could a girl ask for than to be rescued by a roguish Scottish Laird and a proper English Duke?
Marcus Sunderland, reared in England, groomed from birth to be the Duke of Carlton, is everything a proper English gentleman should be. Unwaveringly loyal to his liege and childhood playmate Queen Elnor, devoted to his people and his country.
Laird Niall Lummisden of Clan Logan in Lomond, Scotland, is everything a roguish Scottish Laird should be. Dedicated to his clan. Friendly, easygoing, born with confident swagger, he is the complete antithesis to his English half-brother Marcus.
As the brothers travel to a royal engagement they discover a woman left for dead in the road, beaten beyond recognition. It is decreed by his Queen that Marcus must take the stranger back to his estate to recover from her injuries. The unidentified woman not only survives the vicious attack but, as she begins to heal and communicate, struggling to recall her life before they found her, both men are intrigued and attracted to her.
The Duke and the Laird have survived a lifetime of cultural and political differences, but can the brothers survive her?
Excerpt:
Marcus sought his library for a moment’s peace away from the noise and ongoing wedding preparations. He was brought up short to find Rose curled up on his settee, reading.
She looked up at his approach.
“I’m sorry, Your Grace. I just needed something to occupy my mind since I am
banned, thankfully, from your celebration.” She rose to exit, her eyes sad, a
contradiction to her brave words.
He grasped her arm as she passed. “I’m sorry.” Sorry for so many things. The
word seemed weak compared to the weight of guilt he carried. He was sorry for the way Finnghuala spoke to her, for not coming to her defence when his betrothed cast slurs at her in the church. Sorry he was hurting her. But his biggest regret was that he could not bring himself to trust her, no matter how strongly he felt about her.
Her eyes filled. “Marcus, do not do this. Please. Implore your queen. Petition
the court. Pay off the Campbell, do whatever you need to do. Just, please, do not marry her.”
“I cannot disobey my queen. Why do you have such a difficult time accepting
that this is the way things are done?”
“Then you need to send me away, Marcus. I cannot stand this. It hurts me in
here.”
She moved his hand to her heart, his fingers splayed, covering her chest. “I
know you care for me. I can see it in your eyes even though you try to keep
yourself from me. If you ever felt anything for me at all, please send me away.
Marry me to someone far away. Send me to Niall’s. Send me back to Nor. I do not care where I go. But do not sentence me to watch you go on with your life from the outside. It will be torture to see you with her.” She paused, taking his hand from her heart, placing it palm down across her flat stomach. “To watch her swell with child. A child that should be mine.”
Marcus’ fingers flexed on her stomach. He could feel her pain. It was the same
as his. If he allowed himself, he could almost picture a child from their union.
As much as it grieved him, Marcus replied, “You have no rightful claim to me
or a child. We do not even know who you are.”
* * * *
“I am your prisoner! That’s who I am,” she retorted. “Send me to Nor, then.
Let her do as she will with me, I don’t care anymore, but I will not stay here!” She pushed past him, tears shining on her cheeks. She wiped them away viciously, sick to death of them falling all the time.
She stopped short when she saw the dark-trewed, familiarly plaided figure at
the end of the corridor. She turned back, intending to go the other way, but Marcus had followed her out and now blocked her escape. She stared at the white of Marcus’ shirt and then turned back to Niall. His dark eyes bored into hers.
“Wha’ no hug, Sweet?” he said huskily. “Doona look at me like tha’. None o’
this is my doin’.” He walked purposefully toward her, not giving her an option, and swallowed her up in his big embrace. She collapsed against him, clutching at him, sobbing. * * * *
Niall’s eyes met his brother’s over her head. Niall’s questioning and accusatory
gaze met Marcus’ tortured one.
“Bring her back inside,” Marcus said hoarsely, gesturing toward the library.
Niall shook his head. It was obvious she needed to be away from his brother.
Niall picked up the sobbing woman. She cradled her head into his neck, limp,
defeated. He stalked out of the keep, leaving Marcus behind staring after them.
Niall carried her all the way to a clearing of trees by a small stream near the
keep. There he lay down with her under a tree, her head on his chest, and she
sobbed. He tried his best to console her, keeping up a steady stream of nonsense about his travels in the last few weeks in an effort to distract her thoughts from her sorrow, just as he’d done when she was wounded. It seemed her pain was much worse now, deeper. Niall had made a grave mistake by not being here. He realized that now. Especially after what he’d just witnessed between them in the library, the pair of them too focused on each other to notice him at the door. He’d been away too long. By his absence he had let them grow closer to one another. Marcus had been there for her when he could not.
Dusk was descending upon them. Niall picked her up and took her back to the
keep. He was intending to take her to her room. When she noticed where they were headed, she spoke, finally.
“I am no longer in the Lady’s Chamber, Niall. I am in the green room now.” It
was the first time she had spoken. He changed direction as they passed the hall, and the whispers of the scandalized guests reached his ears. He dismissed them and smiled reassuringly into his Sweet’s tear stained face.
Niall booted the door open and settled his burden against him on the bed. He
dared Marcus to come and remove him. Niall was ready for a fight now. How
could the man treat her like this, let things get so out of hand? Could he not see
how he was hurting her?
Marcus did not come. Niall waited until she fell asleep before he slipped out in
search of answers.
* * * *
Marcus was in his chamber for the night by the time Niall caught up with him.
Niall knocked.
“Come.”
Niall found Marcus sitting in a chair beside the fire, a brandy in his hand, a
whisky already poured and waiting for his brother.
“How fares she?” he asked, staring into the fire.
“I doona ken. She ne’er said a word. She sobbed the whole time. I didna realize
the two of ya had gotten so close.” Niall sat, swallowed the dram whole, reaching to pour another.
“’Twas a mistake.”
“A mistake,” Niall repeated.
“T'is not as serious as she is carrying on. She is overreacting. It is not just the
marriage pending, my own or hers, that has her so worked up. She still does not know who she is. Nor is still a looming threat, and she is just in an emotional state.” Marcus tried to downplay the situation to his brother.
“Seemed ta me you were both in an emotional state this afternoon in the
library.” Marcus would not meet Niall’s gaze. “If it’s no’ so serious, why are ya in here mournin’ her loss and no’ oot there with yer wife-ta-be. Ya can convince
everaone else and even yerself, but ya canna fool me. Why ‘ave ya no’ put a stop ta this? You could easily inform Nor ya willna go through with this. Wha’ am I
missin’?”
Niall raised his open palm to stay Marcus’ response. “No, doona answer me. I
can see Nor’s fingerprints all o’er this.” Niall dragged a hand through his hair andlet out a pent-up breath. “Did ya ken I thought aboot offerin’ for Finnghuala meself, Marcus?”
Marcus sat up straight in his chair. “No.” His eyes narrowed on his brother.
“Aye, aboot a year ago I decided mayhap I should think aboot settlin’ doon. I
even had a talk wit’ her father. But I’ve been draggin me feet, takin’ me time.”
“You never told me any of this.”
“No, I was jus’ thinkin’ aboot it. She is a neighbour, good family. But it was
jus’ thinkin’ on my part.”
“What stopped you?”
Niall looked into his glass. “A wee lass in the road,” he said quietly. “But let
me get back ta me point. This is Nor’s machinations.” Niall walked to the window, looking out at the blackness. “She kens wha’ we are doin’ at any given time. So ya ken she’s been havin’ us watched. She hates me, and she surely heard rumblings tha’ I was inquirin’ aboot Finnghuala. She kens you better than anyone, besides me, and ya doona hide yer feelin’s tha’ well. So I am assumin’ when you and the lass were at court she saw yer…fondness for yer ward, so she would want ta nip tha’ in the bud. And then there is the sweet lass. Who, you and Nor at least, believe may be some big threat ta the crown. Wha’ better way ta hurt us all, Marcus?”
Niall turned to face him. “Nor thinkin’ ta marry you ta the lass she thinks I have offered for, tha’ gets at me. Have you marry Finnghuala, tha’ hurts our wee lass. Then, as further insult, demand you pick a husband for the woman ya care aboot. Tha’ gets at you.”
“You cannot possibly believe that convoluted nonsense, do you?”
“Aye, I do.” Niall said with conviction. “You‘ve ne’er seen Nor for wha’ she
really is, Marcus. She is no’ the good and just person ya ’ave made her oot ta be.
She is conniving and manipulative, especially when it comes ta you. But ya blindly follow her direction, ne’er questioning her motives. But brother, hear me now. Put a stop ta this or I fear ya will ’ave a verra long and unhappy existence.”
Marcus did not comment.
Niall drank another shot of whiskey. A smile crossed his expressive face as he
swallowed the burning spirit.
“I’m goin’ ta bed. But I want ya ta consider somethin’. I would like ya to
choose me as the lass’ match…”
He did not get to finish as Marcus jumped out of his chair bellowing his denial,
which he attempted to soften by saying, “Nor would never allow it.”
“Nor willna, or you willna, brother?”
They stared at each other, a stalemate.
Niall turned to leave.
“You will find a bed of your own this night, Niall. I will not have you sleeping
in the lass’ room and making it impossible for me to find her a decent match.”
Niall’s look was challenging, his cocky, wicked grin inviting. “Try and stop
me!”
Niall knew Marcus would not make a scene in front of his future in-laws.
Niall went back to the green room, pulled his intended close, and slept.
* * * *
The day before the wedding dawned bright and clear. Marcus was pacing in his
suite when he heard a soft tap on his door.
“Come.” He expected to see Niall. It was Rose, so painfully beautiful it brought tears to his eyes. She seemed a little more in control of herself than the last time he had seen her. Niall’s presence, as always, was having a calming effect on her, he thought sourly.
“You should not be in here.”
“I am aware of that, but I need to speak to you.”
He shook his head wearily. “Please, I do not wish to have this conversation
again. We have said all there is to say.”
She put her hand up to stop him. “I am not here to re-hash what you have
chosen. I am here to ask…” She paused.
“Just say it.” He had no patience.
“I would like to take Niall as my husband.”
Marcus’ anger snapped. “Niall must have made quite an impression in your
bed last eve.” She blanched. “So you are done writhing on the floor with me.” He gestured to the place where they shared their first encounter. “You’ve moved on quickly.”
“You know it is not that way,” she said, hurt rippling through her words.
“You spout undying love for me one day, then ask for my brother the next?”
“I never spouted undying love for you. Just as you never uttered those words to
me.” She threw the words back at him, staring at him, daring him to say the words.
He pulled her roughly against his body, crushing her, hurting her. “I could have you right now. You come apart in my hands from a mere touch, a few kisses. Your body loves me. Craves me. Perhaps I will take you as my mistress after I am wed,” he threatened.
Niall cleared his throat loudly from the door. “Ya might want ta tone it doon
before the whole household is at the door. T'is a very compelling scene.”
Marcus let go of her. She was shaking. So was he.
“Niall, could we have just a moment,” she asked, her voice jagged.
“No,” he denied her.
Was Niall the only one who did not do her bidding? Marcus wondered.
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip. “Marcus, Your Grace. Would you
please consider my request?”
“No, I will not.”
“You have no intention of finding me a match, do you?” she accused him.
“You intend to keep me locked up here, under the guise of ‘royal prisoner’ with
you as my captor. Forcing me watch you go on with your life as I stagnate.” She
shook her head, her eyes filled. “I wish you had left me in the road,” she said
quietly. “It would have been kinder.” She swatted at her tears and approached
Marcus. “I will never become your mistress, Marcus.” Her lip curled with anger. “I do not share.” She stared at him, then spun on her heel, leaving him fuming.
Marcus stormed after her. Niall stopped him, and for a moment the brothers
struggled in the doorway. “Niall, let me go,” he yelled.
“I am more than ready to beat the livin’ hell oota ya, Brothermine,” Niall
growled at him, sticking his chin out in invitation for Marcus to take the first
swing. They eyed each other menacingly.
Marcus pushed Niall away viciously. “Just leave me alone!”
He threw himself into the chair behind his desk, staring out the window. God,
she could quite possibly drive him insane. She pulled him in every direction at
once. He wanted to strangle her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted her out of his house. He wanted to keep her forever.
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When I was hurt you healed me. When no one cared you loved me. When I was lost You Found Me...
Injured, lost and alone, what more could a girl ask for than to be rescued by a roguish Scottish Laird and a proper English Duke?
Marcus Sunderland, reared in England, groomed from birth to be the Duke of Carlton, is everything a proper English gentleman should be. Unwaveringly loyal to his liege and childhood playmate Queen Elnor, devoted to his people and his country.
Laird Niall Lummisden of Clan Logan in Lomond, Scotland, is everything a roguish Scottish Laird should be. Dedicated to his clan. Friendly, easygoing, born with confident swagger, he is the complete antithesis to his English half-brother Marcus.
As the brothers travel to a royal engagement they discover a woman left for dead in the road, beaten beyond recognition. It is decreed by his Queen that Marcus must take the stranger back to his estate to recover from her injuries. The unidentified woman not only survives the vicious attack but, as she begins to heal and communicate, struggling to recall her life before they found her, both men are intrigued and attracted to her.
The Duke and the Laird have survived a lifetime of cultural and political differences, but can the brothers survive her?
Excerpt:
Marcus sought his library for a moment’s peace away from the noise and ongoing wedding preparations. He was brought up short to find Rose curled up on his settee, reading.
She looked up at his approach.
“I’m sorry, Your Grace. I just needed something to occupy my mind since I am
banned, thankfully, from your celebration.” She rose to exit, her eyes sad, a
contradiction to her brave words.
He grasped her arm as she passed. “I’m sorry.” Sorry for so many things. The
word seemed weak compared to the weight of guilt he carried. He was sorry for the way Finnghuala spoke to her, for not coming to her defence when his betrothed cast slurs at her in the church. Sorry he was hurting her. But his biggest regret was that he could not bring himself to trust her, no matter how strongly he felt about her.
Her eyes filled. “Marcus, do not do this. Please. Implore your queen. Petition
the court. Pay off the Campbell, do whatever you need to do. Just, please, do not marry her.”
“I cannot disobey my queen. Why do you have such a difficult time accepting
that this is the way things are done?”
“Then you need to send me away, Marcus. I cannot stand this. It hurts me in
here.”
She moved his hand to her heart, his fingers splayed, covering her chest. “I
know you care for me. I can see it in your eyes even though you try to keep
yourself from me. If you ever felt anything for me at all, please send me away.
Marry me to someone far away. Send me to Niall’s. Send me back to Nor. I do not care where I go. But do not sentence me to watch you go on with your life from the outside. It will be torture to see you with her.” She paused, taking his hand from her heart, placing it palm down across her flat stomach. “To watch her swell with child. A child that should be mine.”
Marcus’ fingers flexed on her stomach. He could feel her pain. It was the same
as his. If he allowed himself, he could almost picture a child from their union.
As much as it grieved him, Marcus replied, “You have no rightful claim to me
or a child. We do not even know who you are.”
* * * *
“I am your prisoner! That’s who I am,” she retorted. “Send me to Nor, then.
Let her do as she will with me, I don’t care anymore, but I will not stay here!” She pushed past him, tears shining on her cheeks. She wiped them away viciously, sick to death of them falling all the time.
She stopped short when she saw the dark-trewed, familiarly plaided figure at
the end of the corridor. She turned back, intending to go the other way, but Marcus had followed her out and now blocked her escape. She stared at the white of Marcus’ shirt and then turned back to Niall. His dark eyes bored into hers.
“Wha’ no hug, Sweet?” he said huskily. “Doona look at me like tha’. None o’
this is my doin’.” He walked purposefully toward her, not giving her an option, and swallowed her up in his big embrace. She collapsed against him, clutching at him, sobbing. * * * *
Niall’s eyes met his brother’s over her head. Niall’s questioning and accusatory
gaze met Marcus’ tortured one.
“Bring her back inside,” Marcus said hoarsely, gesturing toward the library.
Niall shook his head. It was obvious she needed to be away from his brother.
Niall picked up the sobbing woman. She cradled her head into his neck, limp,
defeated. He stalked out of the keep, leaving Marcus behind staring after them.
Niall carried her all the way to a clearing of trees by a small stream near the
keep. There he lay down with her under a tree, her head on his chest, and she
sobbed. He tried his best to console her, keeping up a steady stream of nonsense about his travels in the last few weeks in an effort to distract her thoughts from her sorrow, just as he’d done when she was wounded. It seemed her pain was much worse now, deeper. Niall had made a grave mistake by not being here. He realized that now. Especially after what he’d just witnessed between them in the library, the pair of them too focused on each other to notice him at the door. He’d been away too long. By his absence he had let them grow closer to one another. Marcus had been there for her when he could not.
Dusk was descending upon them. Niall picked her up and took her back to the
keep. He was intending to take her to her room. When she noticed where they were headed, she spoke, finally.
“I am no longer in the Lady’s Chamber, Niall. I am in the green room now.” It
was the first time she had spoken. He changed direction as they passed the hall, and the whispers of the scandalized guests reached his ears. He dismissed them and smiled reassuringly into his Sweet’s tear stained face.
Niall booted the door open and settled his burden against him on the bed. He
dared Marcus to come and remove him. Niall was ready for a fight now. How
could the man treat her like this, let things get so out of hand? Could he not see
how he was hurting her?
Marcus did not come. Niall waited until she fell asleep before he slipped out in
search of answers.
* * * *
Marcus was in his chamber for the night by the time Niall caught up with him.
Niall knocked.
“Come.”
Niall found Marcus sitting in a chair beside the fire, a brandy in his hand, a
whisky already poured and waiting for his brother.
“How fares she?” he asked, staring into the fire.
“I doona ken. She ne’er said a word. She sobbed the whole time. I didna realize
the two of ya had gotten so close.” Niall sat, swallowed the dram whole, reaching to pour another.
“’Twas a mistake.”
“A mistake,” Niall repeated.
“T'is not as serious as she is carrying on. She is overreacting. It is not just the
marriage pending, my own or hers, that has her so worked up. She still does not know who she is. Nor is still a looming threat, and she is just in an emotional state.” Marcus tried to downplay the situation to his brother.
“Seemed ta me you were both in an emotional state this afternoon in the
library.” Marcus would not meet Niall’s gaze. “If it’s no’ so serious, why are ya in here mournin’ her loss and no’ oot there with yer wife-ta-be. Ya can convince
everaone else and even yerself, but ya canna fool me. Why ‘ave ya no’ put a stop ta this? You could easily inform Nor ya willna go through with this. Wha’ am I
missin’?”
Niall raised his open palm to stay Marcus’ response. “No, doona answer me. I
can see Nor’s fingerprints all o’er this.” Niall dragged a hand through his hair andlet out a pent-up breath. “Did ya ken I thought aboot offerin’ for Finnghuala meself, Marcus?”
Marcus sat up straight in his chair. “No.” His eyes narrowed on his brother.
“Aye, aboot a year ago I decided mayhap I should think aboot settlin’ doon. I
even had a talk wit’ her father. But I’ve been draggin me feet, takin’ me time.”
“You never told me any of this.”
“No, I was jus’ thinkin’ aboot it. She is a neighbour, good family. But it was
jus’ thinkin’ on my part.”
“What stopped you?”
Niall looked into his glass. “A wee lass in the road,” he said quietly. “But let
me get back ta me point. This is Nor’s machinations.” Niall walked to the window, looking out at the blackness. “She kens wha’ we are doin’ at any given time. So ya ken she’s been havin’ us watched. She hates me, and she surely heard rumblings tha’ I was inquirin’ aboot Finnghuala. She kens you better than anyone, besides me, and ya doona hide yer feelin’s tha’ well. So I am assumin’ when you and the lass were at court she saw yer…fondness for yer ward, so she would want ta nip tha’ in the bud. And then there is the sweet lass. Who, you and Nor at least, believe may be some big threat ta the crown. Wha’ better way ta hurt us all, Marcus?”
Niall turned to face him. “Nor thinkin’ ta marry you ta the lass she thinks I have offered for, tha’ gets at me. Have you marry Finnghuala, tha’ hurts our wee lass. Then, as further insult, demand you pick a husband for the woman ya care aboot. Tha’ gets at you.”
“You cannot possibly believe that convoluted nonsense, do you?”
“Aye, I do.” Niall said with conviction. “You‘ve ne’er seen Nor for wha’ she
really is, Marcus. She is no’ the good and just person ya ’ave made her oot ta be.
She is conniving and manipulative, especially when it comes ta you. But ya blindly follow her direction, ne’er questioning her motives. But brother, hear me now. Put a stop ta this or I fear ya will ’ave a verra long and unhappy existence.”
Marcus did not comment.
Niall drank another shot of whiskey. A smile crossed his expressive face as he
swallowed the burning spirit.
“I’m goin’ ta bed. But I want ya ta consider somethin’. I would like ya to
choose me as the lass’ match…”
He did not get to finish as Marcus jumped out of his chair bellowing his denial,
which he attempted to soften by saying, “Nor would never allow it.”
“Nor willna, or you willna, brother?”
They stared at each other, a stalemate.
Niall turned to leave.
“You will find a bed of your own this night, Niall. I will not have you sleeping
in the lass’ room and making it impossible for me to find her a decent match.”
Niall’s look was challenging, his cocky, wicked grin inviting. “Try and stop
me!”
Niall knew Marcus would not make a scene in front of his future in-laws.
Niall went back to the green room, pulled his intended close, and slept.
* * * *
The day before the wedding dawned bright and clear. Marcus was pacing in his
suite when he heard a soft tap on his door.
“Come.” He expected to see Niall. It was Rose, so painfully beautiful it brought tears to his eyes. She seemed a little more in control of herself than the last time he had seen her. Niall’s presence, as always, was having a calming effect on her, he thought sourly.
“You should not be in here.”
“I am aware of that, but I need to speak to you.”
He shook his head wearily. “Please, I do not wish to have this conversation
again. We have said all there is to say.”
She put her hand up to stop him. “I am not here to re-hash what you have
chosen. I am here to ask…” She paused.
“Just say it.” He had no patience.
“I would like to take Niall as my husband.”
Marcus’ anger snapped. “Niall must have made quite an impression in your
bed last eve.” She blanched. “So you are done writhing on the floor with me.” He gestured to the place where they shared their first encounter. “You’ve moved on quickly.”
“You know it is not that way,” she said, hurt rippling through her words.
“You spout undying love for me one day, then ask for my brother the next?”
“I never spouted undying love for you. Just as you never uttered those words to
me.” She threw the words back at him, staring at him, daring him to say the words.
He pulled her roughly against his body, crushing her, hurting her. “I could have you right now. You come apart in my hands from a mere touch, a few kisses. Your body loves me. Craves me. Perhaps I will take you as my mistress after I am wed,” he threatened.
Niall cleared his throat loudly from the door. “Ya might want ta tone it doon
before the whole household is at the door. T'is a very compelling scene.”
Marcus let go of her. She was shaking. So was he.
“Niall, could we have just a moment,” she asked, her voice jagged.
“No,” he denied her.
Was Niall the only one who did not do her bidding? Marcus wondered.
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip. “Marcus, Your Grace. Would you
please consider my request?”
“No, I will not.”
“You have no intention of finding me a match, do you?” she accused him.
“You intend to keep me locked up here, under the guise of ‘royal prisoner’ with
you as my captor. Forcing me watch you go on with your life as I stagnate.” She
shook her head, her eyes filled. “I wish you had left me in the road,” she said
quietly. “It would have been kinder.” She swatted at her tears and approached
Marcus. “I will never become your mistress, Marcus.” Her lip curled with anger. “I do not share.” She stared at him, then spun on her heel, leaving him fuming.
Marcus stormed after her. Niall stopped him, and for a moment the brothers
struggled in the doorway. “Niall, let me go,” he yelled.
“I am more than ready to beat the livin’ hell oota ya, Brothermine,” Niall
growled at him, sticking his chin out in invitation for Marcus to take the first
swing. They eyed each other menacingly.
Marcus pushed Niall away viciously. “Just leave me alone!”
He threw himself into the chair behind his desk, staring out the window. God,
she could quite possibly drive him insane. She pulled him in every direction at
once. He wanted to strangle her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted her out of his house. He wanted to keep her forever.
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Just a Spanking (pushing limits in an established relationship)Wired (some technically creative bondage)Ruler (an absolute monarch learns a lesson)Silver Bells (intense BDSM holiday ménage)Sundae, Bloody Sundae (lesbian BDSM about terror and trust )Stroke (submission is all in the mind)Quiet Evening at Home (a two-timing charmer gets what he deserves)Limbo (journeys outside the body to the edges of endurance)Bangkok Noir (BDSM thriller set in the steamy heart of Asia)Like Riding a Bicycle (a long-married couple reclaim their kinky roots)Domestic Goddess (punishing an inattentive Master) On the Beach (romantic and intense M/F/M ménage)Shades of Red (femdom revelations in the Amsterdam red light district)Try Before You Buy (light-hearted lesbian D/s) Tease (fantasies of submission fulfilled)Wednesday Night at Rocky's Ace Hardware (toys are everywhere!) Higher Power (magick, spirit and submission)Spank Me Again, Stranger (an unexpected birthday celebration)Limits: A Love Story (love and blood sports)
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"Sarai's approach to 'kink' or BDSM can only be described as ecstatic and profound. Her descriptions of bondage, blindfolding, spanking and whipping manage to be hot yet dignified and respectful of everyone involved, conveying an insider's knowledge. The varied sex scenes in these stories always seem to flow from the plot and the characters.” Jean Roberta , author of Obsession and Flight of the Black Swan
"If you love BDSM stories that reach into your darkest places and keep you on the edge of your seat, then you simply must give 'Spank Me Again, Stranger' a try." - Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews (five stars)“'Bangkok Noir' grabs you from the opening paragraph and doesn't let you go until the fade-out" - Tim - Two Lips Reviews (five kisses)
Wired – Rated X
“What will Steve and Rob think when they come in tomorrow and find you tied to your chair? And when they turn on your monitor?”
I reached over his shoulder to click the switch. As I'd expected, the screen was full of kinky images, men hogtied and suspended, secured in a hundred uncomfortable positions, all with huge, hungry erections.
Krishna looked terrified. “Don't tell anyone―please don't tell! They'll deport me if they find out...”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I tangled my fingers in his opulent hair. “Provided that you cooperate, of course.”
He didn't bother to ask me what I meant.
I took a moment to drink in the gorgeous picture he made. If his complexion had been lighter, I knew I would have seen the blood heating his cheeks. The festive scarves looked like they'd be pretty effective in keeping him where he was. But they weren't enough, I sensed. Not for him.
I scanned his office, seeking inspiration, kicking myself for not having brought some of the heavy twine that I used to tie up the bougainvillea on my balcony. On the other hand, the twine might be too coarse. It might seriously damage that flawless dark skin.
Krishna watched me, eyes wide, frightened and expectant. The weight of his need settled on me like a two ton boulder. Suddenly I felt lost. What was I doing? What did I know about bondage? I paced around the office, trying to act confident and bossy. Playing for time.
Don't screw things up now, Liz. He squirmed a bit against the silk, testing the strength of the bonds. My pussy spasmed at the sight. Think.
I was getting desperate. Then my eyes lighted on the pile of Cat 5 Ethernet cables coiled neatly in the corner. Aha! Once again I gave thanks for Krishna's role as sysadmin.
I turned my back on him, bending from the waist to rummage through the collection. My skirt rode up, revealing the purple silk panties that clung to my ass. Krishna's gaze was a hot spotlight on my scarcely concealed flesh. Could he see the dampness of my inner thighs?
Each cable was labeled in my victim's precise handwriting. I selected one marked as ten meters. Should be long enough. As an afterthought, I grabbed a couple of short lengths as well. All three were an electric blue color, which I thought would harmonize nicely with the scarves..
I hadn't thought Krishna's eyes could open wider. I was wrong.
“No, Liz...don't...”
“I'll do what I want.” I was already wrapping the longer cable around his torso. The plastic-sheathed wire circled under his arms and across the back of his chair. I made four or five loops across his chest, careful to align them nicely in parallel stripes across his snow-white shirt. The vivid blue strands were tight enough to indent the fabric and to dig in slightly where they crossed his partially bared chest.Krishna released a deep moan.
“Too tight?” I paused in my labors, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead. His eyes were closed, long lashes feathering his beautiful brown cheeks. I reached into his lap to squeeze his erection through his trousers. His eyes snapped open. He was harder than ever.
“No, no, it's just...I shouldn't...what if someone sees...”
“That's my problem, not yours. You don't have any choice anymore. In fact, I think I need to gag you to stop you from complaining.”
“Gag me?” His face registered true terror, yet his solid cock leaped in my hand. I decided to believe his cock.
I dragged my skirt up to my waist and shimmied out of my panties. The ocean smell of my pussy filled the cubicle. “Open wide,” I told him.
Shame, fear and desire battled in his elegant face. I laid a palm against his smooth cheek. “Open your mouth, Krishna,” I murmured, trying to make my voice gentle. “I know you want to. It's okay.”
Our eyes met. I saw him melt. I sensed his sudden trust. A bolt of lust sizzled through me. I held the drenched undergarment under his nose. His nostrils flared. Slowly his ripe lips parted. I stuffed the damp ball of crumpled silk into his mouth. He coughed.
“Breathe through your nose,” I told him, remembering what I'd read. “That's a good boy.”
I hurried to finish the binding I'd planned, eager to get to the next stage. After tying the long cables in a knot behind his chair, I bent to secure his legs with the shorter lengths of wire. It would have been easier if he'd been sitting in a normal chair. I rounded each ankle several times. Then I had to fasten the cable to one of the supports radiating from the star-shaped base. It looked messy, but I hoped that it was stable and tight enough to excite him.
I stood back to survey the result. It took my breath away.
Sturdy blue cables lashed Krishna's lean body to his chair. The muscles in his thighs tensed under his neat slacks as he strained against his bonds. His mouth was wadded with shocking purple. Damp jet curls tumbled over his brow, making him look boyish yet somehow dissolute. The naked V of chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt gleamed with perspiration. Tendrils of black hair curled around the wires compressing his tawny flesh. His nipples poked out between two parallel strands like pink pearls.
The fact that he was mostly dressed, the shelf of technical books in the background, the computer monitor blinking behind his trussed form, only made the picture more lewd. There was only one thing missing.
I knelt between his thighs, spread wide by the cables around his ankles. Forcing myself to move slowly, to build the suspense, I reached for his fly.
He jumped at my first touch. My panties muffled his protest. “Don't you dare come,” I told him, as I drew the zipper down. “Not until I give you permission.”
His cock sprang up through the gap I made. Behind the gag he whimpered like a beaten dog. Saliva gathered in my mouth. Pussy juice trickled from my cleft.
Patience, Liz. Give him what he needs. Then you can take your pleasure.
Trying to ignore the pulse between my thighs, I rolled back onto my heels and stood upright, then pulled out my cell phone. “Now you're ready, Krishna. Now that you're—controlled—I'm going to capture this for posterity.” I pointed the camera lens at his bound form.
He grunted, shaking his head violently, tugging against the cables and the scarves. For a moment I worried that he'd topple the chair.
“Hush! Don't worry. This will be our little secret—as long as you behave, that is. Don't you want to see what you look like?”
He calmed. He rested in his bonds, motionless and silent. Only his eyes spoke.
“You're beautiful,” I whispered, framing his cable-wrapped form on the LCD screen and snapping the shutter. “Beautiful and perverse and unbelievably hot.”
I stuffed the mobile back into my right pocket and pulled a condom from my left. I had waited long enough.
He trembled when I rolled the latex down his length. He moaned into his gag when I straddled his body, knees on the chair seat on either side of his hips, and lowered myself onto his jutting cock. I rocked back and forth, sinking him more deeply into my soaking cunt. I was filled with hot hard flesh—Krishna's flesh, that I'd craved for so very long. He was mine.
Lisabet Sarai
May 1, 2014
New Release - RUNNING - Book Two in the ALWAYS CAMBRIDGE Series @eXtasyBooks #contemporary #mystery #suspense
It's release day! Book Two in the Always Cambridge Family Saga Series - Running is now available at eXtasy Books.
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past.
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.~
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.
Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
May 1st from eXtasy Books
If you're intrigued by this summary why not pick up Always Cambridge Book One and follow Holly's journey from the beginning.
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK
These books should be read in sequence. Each story ends with a to be continued until the conclusion in September.
My fabulous publisher has decided on a unique release schedule for this series. Readers won't have to wait years between installments. eXtasy Books is releasing a new book on the 1st of each month, culminating with the conclusion in September.
Although this series is categorized as a contemporary mystery suspense, it is also filled with angsty romance. (could even be classified as romantic suspense with the following advisory...
This is an on-going saga: each book may not have and HEA/HFN, but the series culminates with an HEA/HFN in the final book.
Always Cambridge Book One
He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power to protect him. His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.
Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step. At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason. Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever. Always Cambridge
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past.
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.~
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
May 1st from eXtasy Books
If you're intrigued by this summary why not pick up Always Cambridge Book One and follow Holly's journey from the beginning.
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK
These books should be read in sequence. Each story ends with a to be continued until the conclusion in September.
My fabulous publisher has decided on a unique release schedule for this series. Readers won't have to wait years between installments. eXtasy Books is releasing a new book on the 1st of each month, culminating with the conclusion in September.
Although this series is categorized as a contemporary mystery suspense, it is also filled with angsty romance. (could even be classified as romantic suspense with the following advisory...
This is an on-going saga: each book may not have and HEA/HFN, but the series culminates with an HEA/HFN in the final book.
Always Cambridge Book One
He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power to protect him. His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.
Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step. At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason. Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever. Always Cambridge
April 29, 2014
Blurb Reveal - Running Book Two in the Always Cambridge Series #familysaga #crime #suspense @eXtasyBooks
Only a few more days until the release of Running Book Two in the Always Cambridge Family Saga Series.
Here's the Blurb: Running Book Two Always Cambridge
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past.
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
~
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.
Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
Coming May 1st from eXtasy Books
If you're intrigued by this summary why not pick up Always Cambridge Book One and follow Holly's journey from the beginning so you'll be ready for Book Two May 1st from eXtasy Books
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK
These books should be read in sequence. Each story ends with a to be continued until the conclusion in September.
My fabulous publisher has decided on a unique release schedule for this series. Readers won't have to wait years between installments. eXtasy Books is releasing a new book on the 1st of each month, culminating with the conclusion in September.
Release Dates for the entire series:
April 1
Always Cambridge
May 1
Running
June 1
Book 3
July 1
Book 4
August 1
Book 5
September 1
Conclusion #6
A
C
Always Cambridge Book One
He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power to protect him. His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.
Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step. At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason. Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.
Here's the Blurb: Running Book Two Always Cambridge
No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past.
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
~
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family. Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.
Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.
As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.
Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.
Coming May 1st from eXtasy Books
If you're intrigued by this summary why not pick up Always Cambridge Book One and follow Holly's journey from the beginning so you'll be ready for Book Two May 1st from eXtasy Books
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK
These books should be read in sequence. Each story ends with a to be continued until the conclusion in September.
My fabulous publisher has decided on a unique release schedule for this series. Readers won't have to wait years between installments. eXtasy Books is releasing a new book on the 1st of each month, culminating with the conclusion in September.
Release Dates for the entire series:
April 1
Always Cambridge
May 1
Running
June 1
Book 3
July 1
Book 4
August 1
Book 5
September 1
Conclusion #6
A
C
Always Cambridge Book One
He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power to protect him. His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.
Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step. At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason. Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.
April 25, 2014
Pre-Order Hard & Fast the sequel to Gave Good Face #erotic #romance @Totally_Bound
Hard and Fast is now available for Pre-Order at Totally Bound the sequel to Gave Good Face
Pre-order: 25th April 2014 Early Download: 9th May 2014General Release: 6th June 2014
Gave Good Face is available for early download at Totally Bound right now! General Release Date May 9th
Pre-order: 28th March 2014
Early Download: 11th April 2014
General Release: 9th May 2014
Gave Good Face
Hard and Fast
Pre-order: 25th April 2014 Early Download: 9th May 2014General Release: 6th June 2014
Gave Good Face is available for early download at Totally Bound right now! General Release Date May 9th
Pre-order: 28th March 2014
Early Download: 11th April 2014
General Release: 9th May 2014
Gave Good Face
Hard and Fast
April 14, 2014
Cover Reveal - Always Cambridge Book 2 - Running @eXtasyBooks
Always Cambridge Book Two Running Coming May 1st, 2014 from
eXtasy Books
Always Cambridge Book One Available Now
eXtasy Books Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood and violent teen years and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
Thank you, Latrisha, for another amazing cover!
