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Title: Maiden Claimed Series: Palace Secrets Book Two Author: Ravyn Rayne Publisher: Blushing Books Genre: Historical Romance, Romantic Erotica It was supposed to be a simple trip to the market in Paris.Nothing for Lady Hannah is ever simple.One secret after another.The lies are mounting up.Lady Hannah has made a deal with the devil. Worse she’s falling in love with him. There’s no turning back.A steamy medieval romance filled with spankings and erotic pleasures.Ad for FREE or just $2.99 on Amazon Add to GoodreadsExcerpt

Waiting outside the bathhouse, a gentleman, with honey-golden hair and eyes as green as the blades of grass on a summer’s day, stops in front of me. He looks me over and smiles. His face is covered in scruff and dirt licks his skin. “I approve.”

There’s an arrogance surrounding this man, and I have the urge to silence him.

“You approve of what?” I ask and cross my arms defensively. My eyes narrow, unpleased.

“I approve of you joining me in the bathhouse. Though I admit you look pretty clean already.

Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He reaches out to touch a strand of my blonde hair and I swat his fingers away and force his arm down to his side.

“You’ve lost your mind.” My grip on his wrist is forceful, showing him who’s boss.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glancing down at my hand still holding his wrist.

Grab the first book in the seriesTitle: Palace Secrets Author: Ravyn Rayne Publisher: Blushing Books Genre: Historical Romance, Romantic EroticaLove comes in many forms and always at a price.At twenty-three, Princess Isabella must settle down for the sake of her kingdom. Caught up in a secret affair with her lady-in-waiting, Hannah, the princess knows it can only last for so long.When Prince Alexander arrives to court her, he confides that his father is on his death bed, and he will be crowned king soon. Isabella hastily agrees to the proposal, desiring to be queen, knowing little about her soon to be husband.Murder, secrets, and lies combine with menage, spanking, and erotic encounters in this steamy medieval romance.AvaAmazon2.99 Add to GoodreadsExcerpt

“Make a sound and you’ll get another spanking,” Alexander says. His tone is firm but light. Unlike the last time, he doesn’t sound angry or disappointed with me. Is this how our lovemaking will be?

I’m both aroused and craving more of Alexander’s affection. I bury my face into the pillow, trying my best not to make any noise. I moan quietly as his lashings grow harder, burning against my skin, making me wet. I’m glad Alexander’s attention is on me.

There’s something about his power and control that fires me up inside. Is he doing this to teach me a lesson for being naughty or to arouse me?

“No, Hannah.” Alexander’s answer is both quick and abrupt. “I’m the only one in charge.

Maybe I should spank you both regularly for sneaking around the castle, behind my back.

Would that make sure it doesn’t happen again?” Alexander lets his hand land hard on my bottom. The sting grows fierce and I whimper in protest. When will his spankings turn to sex?

He offered it to me the last time and I rejected him. It had been the only amount of control that I’d been given. Tonight, I would give him everything, and if he asked me to beg, I would.

Check Out This Other Amazing BookThe Sapphire Sacrifice (Gem Apocalypse Book 3) by Ravyn Rayne A virus designed to murder Sapphire’s.No one from Brayleigh saw it coming.Neither James nor Aria expected four men in a deserted city to attack. Thrown into the back of a van, James is captured by claimers – men that hunt Sapphire’s and bring them into quarantine, where they must settle their debt for treatment. Those that can’t pay off their debt are held in the broker’s quarters until they’re bought by angels, often resulting in slavery, hunting humans, and a host of other horrendous atrocities.Aria is different. She’s naturally immune, or so she’s told. On a mission to rescue James, she finds herself in danger and quickly learns the power of friendship, commitment, and undying love.With a taste of age play, spanking, and a master/slave relationship with voyeurism, this dystopian erotic adventure is sure to leave you satisfied.Amazon | Blushing BooksExcerpt

"Leave, Aria." His voice stern and filled with warning. He didn't sound like himself.

She wouldn't listen to him. She couldn't. Did he not realize how much he meant to her?

"I have a gun," Aria whispered, staring at James. It was her last shred of hope.

James stopped pacing and walked straight up to the glass, staring at her with dark blue eyes. "Shoot me."

Aria's eyes widened. "No! I won't do it."

Five Questions with James(a character interview for The Gem Apocalypse series)Of all the places you’ve lived, what is your favorite? 
That’s a tough question to answer. I loved Brayleigh, before the uprising. I know it wasn’t a perfect society, but I was happy. It will always be my home as I have fond memories of my childhood growing up at the royal palace. 

If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? 
Give me bacon! It’s hard to come by but I absolutely love it. 

You’ve had you’re share of women at the royal harem. Any aside from Aria that you’ve loved? 
I’ve loved all the women I’ve invited into my home. Who’s to say you can’t love everyone? 

Do you prefer dominating or being dominated? 
I love to spank Aria. So yes, I prefer to dominate my partner. 

Would you ever let Aria spank you? 
I wouldn’t bend over and let her spank me, but she can certainly try. I like to remain in charge.
An Interview with the AuthorWhat can we expect next from you? 
About twice a month, you can anticipate a new release! In September, I’ve got Hot-Blooded Lust (Federal Agent Chronicles 3) and Grave Misfortune (Palace Secrets 3) coming out. In October, The Murderess, the first in the Courtesan Slave Trade series will be available. 

What book are you writing right now? 
Well, it’s currently untitled. (I have a few working titles but I’m not sure any of them fit it perfectly). It’s a romantic dystopian erotica with a very edgy twist. 

When do you typically decide the title for a book? 
After the book is written or perhaps when it’s about 2/3rd’s completed. By then I’m usually writing up the book blurb at the same time and working on the title or series name.
Grab the first book in the series and begin the adventure.The Emerald Virgin (Gem Apocalypse Book 1)Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions.After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes.A dystopian erotic adventure. Now available on Kindle Unlimited! Borrow for FREE or purchase on AmazonThe Amber Voyeur (Gem Apocalypse Book 2)No longer safe in Brayleigh, Aria and James travel by ship to find refuge and discover what’s left of the world.Dangerous seas and pirates lurking are only the start of their troubles. Forced off the boat with nothing but the clothes on their back, the crew and passengers make it to a nearby island, only to be abducted by the Knight Tribe, a clan of romantic warriors with a voyeuristic culture and a taste for nightly entertainment.Get swept away in this dystopian erotic adventure, brimming with romance, spankings, and betrayal. Now available on Kindle Unlimited! Borrow for FREE or purchase on AmazonAbout the Author  Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman.She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction.Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.wherever it might be.Currently on schedule to publish two books a month through Blushing Books, Ravyn is incredibly prolific. Her series include: Federal Agent Chronicles, Palace Secrets, and Gem Apocalypse. She is also writing a spin-off series to Gem Apocalypse, titled Courtesan Slave Trade. Her goal is to write two romance novels per month. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her young adult books here.Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Tsu | Goodreads

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Cheerleaders in Heat by Muffy Wilson @SexyMuffyWilson and Chrissy Laurence @LaurenceChrissy ~ Fire-Up the Sexual Scoreboard, Buy NOW!!

Cheerleaders in Heatby   Muffy Wilson  and  Chrissy Laurence                @SexyMuffyWilson            @LaurenceChrissy                   
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WARNING:ELECTRIFYING ORGASMS!!!NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART
Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about. Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.Or does it? Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls


An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge 
Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. 
This book does that.
It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, 
journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. 
Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.
This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising 
twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.
However, the underlying story is one of love: 
wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it,  and underestimating the power of love.
Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one! 
You will not see the end coming…..
~ PA Jiuditta
As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry MediaThere was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed?  How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers?  Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now.  She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers.  She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.  She could feel it all over now, everywhere.  She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time. She is reading for pointers from The GirlsShe moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered.  She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall.  She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been.  She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies.  Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy.  Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully
He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stopfitted dress.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.



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Chrissy Laurence ~ Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...Yours to read and enjoy—thoroughly!



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Muffy Wilson ~  Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica.  ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion. 

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Sunset Surprise by Natalie-Nicole Bates @BatesNatalie ~ Release Blitz and Rafflecopter #Giveaway

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Sunset Surprise SERIES – Sunset Beach Romance Series #4 AUTHOR – Natalie-Nicole Bates GENRE – Contemporary romance PUBLICATION DATE – 08/25/2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 12, 500 words PUBLISHER – Books to go Now PublishingBOOK SYNOPSISSummer Whitney’s life is spinning out of control. After the death of her fiancé, she closed her successful tattoo shop and travelled the world searching for something or someone to hold on to.A reunion at Sunset Beach brought about a hasty decision to move back home seeking reconnection with her friends and family. But a surprise visit from ex love Kimon Galanos brings shocking news of the past – and the present.Will Summer remain long enough in Sunset Beach to rekindle love and finally find the last happiness that has eluded her all of her life, or will she run away again, this time forever?  BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UKSMASHWORDS EXCERPT

Regret.

The acid that festers and blisters your soul and your heart. If you’re lucky enough, scabs will form. If not, you remain ravaged and damaged forever.

Summer Whitney walked along the stretch of Sunset Beach for what seemed hours, while she contemplated her life.

Regret.

Maybe she made life altering decisions too soon after Erick’s death. Deluded herself into thinking Sunset Beach would somehow be the answer to all of her problems, to the grating loneliness she felt day in and day out.

It wasn’t too late to run. Running away was something Summer was very good at. Leave everything and everyone behind again.

This time it would be forever.

AUTHOR BIONatalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSGoodreads      Tsu Facebook Fan Group      Twitter      Facebook      Blog      Street     Team Sign Up     Amazon Author Central Page GIVEAWAY$10 Amazon gift card a Rafflecopter giveaway

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BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Sunset Surprise SERIES – Sunset Beach Romance Series #4 AUTHOR – Natalie-Nicole Bates GENRE – Contemporary romance PUBLICATION DATE – 08/25/2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 12, 500 words PUBLISHER – Books to go Now PublishingBOOK SYNOPSISSummer Whitney’s life is spinning out of control. After the death of her fiancé, she closed her successful tattoo shop and travelled the world searching for something or someone to hold on to.A reunion at Sunset Beach brought about a hasty decision to move back home seeking reconnection with her friends and family. But a surprise visit from ex love Kimon Galanos brings shocking news of the past – and the present.Will Summer remain long enough in Sunset Beach to rekindle love and finally find the last happiness that has eluded her all of her life, or will she run away again, this time forever?  BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UKSMASHWORDS EXCERPT

Regret.

The acid that festers and blisters your soul and your heart. If you’re lucky enough, scabs will form. If not, you remain ravaged and damaged forever.

Summer Whitney walked along the stretch of Sunset Beach for what seemed hours, while she contemplated her life.

Regret.

Maybe she made life altering decisions too soon after Erick’s death. Deluded herself into thinking Sunset Beach would somehow be the answer to all of her problems, to the grating loneliness she felt day in and day out.

It wasn’t too late to run. Running away was something Summer was very good at. Leave everything and everyone behind again.

This time it would be forever.

AUTHOR BIONatalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSGoodreads      Tsu Facebook Fan Group      Twitter      Facebook      Blog      Street     Team Sign Up     Amazon Author Central Page GIVEAWAY$10 Amazon gift card a Rafflecopter giveaway

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BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Violet Chain AUTHOR – J Kahele GENRE – Contemporary Romance
BOOK SYNOPSISAfter catching her fiancé with another woman at their engagement party, Violet Townsend's world is turned upside down.Desperate to numb the pain, she falls into the arms of charming, young entrepreneur Chain Alexander.Chain, a notorious womanizer of Philadelphia, not looking for anything more than a night of pleasure with a woman, is drawn to Violet instantly. There is something about her that he needs and wants so desperately and it’s not just sex.But Violet is resistant. Can she open her heart again after having it broken so brutally? And more importantly, should she?This book is intended for mature audiences.EXCERPTHis hand slid to the curve of my back and he pulled me into a deep embrace. My eyes met his and they gleamed with a softness and gentleness that took my breath away. He smiled as he slid his finger down my cheek, across my chin, before slipping back into a kiss. I didn’t know if it was the way his lips softly touched mine, or if it was the loving way he had looked into my eyes, but everything about Chain at that moment captured my heart. He placed feather kisses across my collarbone, the curve of my neck, my jaw, and then claimed my lips. The kiss was soft, slow and lingering. As our lips parted our tongues met in sync. I held him close, wanting to remember his strong shoulders, the touch of his skin to mine. His hand caressed the inside of my thigh and I moaned, then he curled me close to him and kissed me with a passion that made my heart skip a beat. As our bodies slowly moved against each other, I felt something reaching deep inside of me, gripping at my heart, overwhelming my emotions, causing tears to stream uncontrollably from my eyes. Chain lifted his head, staring into my eyes, and I saw he was mirroring the same feelings as I. As he circled his hips slowly, we found our release together and I exhaled sharply. That familiar feeling filled me, that stabbing, aching feeling. It surrounded me. Engulfed me. Suffocated me. I turned away from Chain, hugging my pillow, my mind drifting off into a pit of despair. As much as I tried to fight it, to run from it, there was no denying that I was falling hard for Chain Alexander and there was no way of escaping. BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US
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One With The Shadows by Susan Squires @susansquires ♥ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – One With the Shadows SERIES – The Companion Series AUTHOR – Susan Squires GENRE – Regency Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – September 15, 2015 LENGTH – 322 pages PUBLISHER – Independent COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2Media BOOK SYNOPSISBestselling author Susan Squires brings you a shadowy world of seduction and betrayal, vengeance and desire… TEMPTATION BEGINS IN DARKNESS Kate Malone makes her living reading Tarot cards and fleecing society’s elite. With no prospect of independence, her own fate looks bleak. But Kate’s fortunes change when she steals a magnificent emerald—and is confronted by a mysterious stranger. Kate is sure the striking gentleman’s attention is a ruse to retrieve the gem. But his presence awakens her to a passion she never dreamed of… and to powers she never knew she possessed.AND LASTS FOR ETERNITYGian Urbano is bound by honor to retrieve the mystical stone that can drain a vampire’s power—and drive them to madness. The willful, stunning Kate has no idea of the emerald’s dark magic, or the lengths Gian’s enemies will go to possess it. But soon Gian discovers for Kate a desire more compelling than duty—one that could save them both or lead them to their downfall…“Squires writes a darkly compelling vampire romance.”—Affaire de CoeurFull of colorful characters, romantic locales and vivid details of 1820’s life [One with the Shadows] has a delicious pace and plenty of thrills, and her vampire myths is both mannered—almost Victorian—and intriguingly offbeat. Bound to net a wide audience of paranormal fans, this one may even convert devotees of traditional historical.”—Publisher’s Weekly (A Best Book of the Year)BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US      AMAZON KINDLE CA      AMAZON KINDLE UK      SMASHWORDS      iTUNES      GOODREADS
AUTHOR BIOSusan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the year’s most influential mass market books and One with the Shadows a Best book of the Year. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and two very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGE      WEBSITE      FACEBOOK      TWITTER      MAILING LIST      GOODREADS

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People see what they want to see. A burly guy with tats and a permanent scowl is probably a criminal and an asshole, right? And I can’t fault ‘em, because in my case, they’re right. My world revolves around righting the wrongs of my past. Atoning for my selfish stupidity. And it’s enough.

Until I meet Viv – a woman who sees right through me. She’s not scared or intimidated. A woman like her is way too good for a man like me. But life as I knew it won’t be enough anymore. I realize now that before I met her, I wasn’t really living. Hell, I was barely breathing.



Chapter One
Kane

My bartender stared a second too long at a woman’s big tits and the drink he was pouring overflowed onto the bar. He found a towel under the counter, wiped the spill up and then handed the drink to a waitress, sloshing more liquid out of the glass on the way. She glared at him and I made my move.

“You’re the worst fuckin’ excuse for a bartender I’ve ever seen,” I snapped at him. “Who the fuck hired you?”

“Uh…Mr. Winters did.” His eyes widened with fear as he looked up at me. I was used to this reaction.

“Figures. He’s too damn soft. You pour about as smooth as a teenage kid jerks off,” I growled. “Get the fuck outta my sight and don’t come back.”

He ducked and ran. I pushed through the group of waitresses and customers and got behind the bar. Orders were shouted at me as I poured, mixed and shook my way into catching up the backlog.

At Six, the club I was part owner of, we served light food, but drinks were our main fare. And at a place with a line down our New York City block every night of the week, we couldn’t afford to hire shitty bartenders.

By the time I was caught up and one of the waitresses came back to relieve me behind the bar, I had a line of sweat across my brow. I wiped the sleeve of my white t-shirt across it and stormed across the floor of the club.

The good thing about being me was not even having to say excuse me. When people saw me coming, they fucking moved. As the crowd on the dance floor parted, I made my way through and headed upstairs to Jeff’s office.

I pushed open the door, yelling at Jeff before I’d even entered the room. “Where the fuck did you find that bartend—”

Jeff’s dick flopped out of the mouth of the woman on her knees in front of him as she gave me a surprised look. Jeff scowled at me.

“Jesus, Kane, you heard of knocking?” he barked.

I glared at him. “You heard of not getting head from a waitress when we’ve got a full house down there?”

Amanda bowed her head and scooted back. Jeff, who was leaning against the edge of his desk with his suit pants around his ankles, wove a hand into her hair and eased her back toward him.

“Come back later, Kane,” he said. “I’ll be able to give you my full attention then.”

“No need. I just fired that piece of shit bartender you hired.”

“Again? Dammit, that’s the third one in a month.”

“Third one who sucked ass. And I didn’t fire the first one, she quit.”

“After you said Helen Keller could pour better than her.”

I stared at the dark wood door frame of his office and shrugged. “Truth hurts, man. I’m gonna walk the grounds.”

“Just don’t fire any bouncers. We need all of ‘em for that private party this weekend.” He groaned and I looked over. Amanda was already back to bobbing up and down his rod.

I sighed and headed back to the stairway. Sure as hell wasn’t the first time I’d seen Jeff get a blowjob. We’d been friends for almost ten years, and we’d had some wild times before settling down in New York to open Six with four silent partners.

And now, almost a year in, the club was my life. I was here at two every afternoon to prepare for open and head up a floor meeting for the staff. Rarely did I leave before three AM.

This place was my only shot. I had to give it my all in order to sleep at night. Or in my case, in the morning when I dragged my ass in from work. I didn’t drink, so it was never that I was hungover. The long hours of overseeing club operations seven days a week just got to me sometimes. Jeff saw to the books and HR, and I took care of everything that went down on the floor.

“Kane,” a male voice called as I got to the bottom of the stairs that led to the main level of Six. One of our hosts, Dominic, was rushing toward me. “That private party in the suite upstairs brought in some packaged alcohol. What should I do?”

“Kick em’ out.”

“Yeah, but it’s—”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s the president.” I looked down at him. “It’s in the contract they signed. No outside alcohol. You need me to do it?”

He shook his head. “No, sir. I can handle it.”

I nodded my approval. Dominic was a college student who busted his ass here and pulled good grades. He was a good kid. Funny how I saw him as a kid when he was twenty-two and I was thirty-four. But I’d lived a hell of a lot in my years on this Earth. A little too much at times.

My next stop was the kitchen, where I watched the staff silently from a corner. I made sure the food was leaving the shelf and heading to customers table shortly after being plated. We only served light food to most of our customers. Those in our VIP rooms could get anything their rich little hearts desired, though, whether it was a perfectly grilled steak or a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. We went out of our way to make Six a cut above the rest.

The sound of muffled, angry male voices caught my ear and I turned for the kitchen’s swinging door. I’d just gotten it open when I heard glass shattering. Motherfucker. I wasn’t about to allow a bar fight in my upscale club.

A crowd was clustered around a table near the bar and I pushed my way through. A couple of frat boys were throwing punches at each other and a third one held a broken beer bottle up, trying to hold off two more pimpled brats.

“Gimme that, you pussy,” I muttered, pulling the broken bottle out of the guy’s trembling hand.

I put it on the table and grabbed each of the two fighters by the collars of their shirts.

“Get your asses out of here,” I said as I dragged them toward the door. “Go spend your lunch money getting wasted somewhere else.”

Two of my bouncers, Cecil and Dan, approached. They each took one punk and finished dragging them to the door. I looked back and saw that another bouncer was sweeping the broken glass into a dustpan.

With that fire out, I decided to patrol the outside of the building. If nothing else, I needed some fresh air. Wiping the asses of adults all the time was fucking exhausting.


Vivian

Eric raised his glass in the air and smiled, his eyes full of meaning as they met mine.

“To new beginnings,” he murmured.

He clinked his glass against mine and raised it to his lips, tossing back a big drink of the amber liquid. I sipped my wine, my heart hammering in my chest. I had a very good feeling about him.

Could it really happen so quickly? This blind date was about the hundredth I’d gone on since accepting a job at a family law firm in New York City. I usually knew right away whether I’d met someone who’d make a good friend or someone who I should draft up a restraining order for at the end of the date.

Never had I met a man I could see a second, third and fourth date with. Until now.

Eric Masterson checked every box on my list for the perfect man. He was a good listener with a great sense of humor, had a great career as a stock broker and was very easy on the eyes. With dark, close-cropped hair, an athletic build and warm brown eyes, he’d drawn a second look from the women at the table next to us when we’d arrived. For the first time since arriving in the Big Apple ten months ago, I actually hoped for a goodnight kiss at the end of a date.

“So, Vivian,” Eric started.

“Viv,” I reminded him. “My friends call me Viv.”

“I’m hoping to be more than a friend.”

I felt a goofy grin spreading across my face. “Well, you’re off to a great start.”

“Another drink?”

I sighed and looked at my watch. “I wish I could, but I have an early hearing.”

I liked setting up dates for Thursday nights so I could beg off in the name of work when I needed to, but in this case, it was because I actually had to. It was after eleven, and my alarm relentlessly sounded at six every weekday.

Eric’s face fell. “Oh. I thought—”

“I really do have to get up early,” I said, putting a hand on top of his on the table. “Can we get together again sometime soon?”

His expression brightened. “Yeah? How soon? Wanna share a cab?”

“Sure. If we’re going in the same direction.”

He signed the check and tucked his credit card back inside his wallet. “What if we both go in the direction of my place?”

I bit the inside of my lip, forcing myself not to let my defeat show. He thought he was getting laid tonight. That explained his enthusiasm.

Dating was the worst. THE. WORST. I needed to take a month off of it and watch chick flicks and eat takeout in my pajamas. I was persistent and damned if I was a quitter. People at work even called me tenacious. But dating required a streak of masochism and I was over it. For now, anyway.

“I think I live in the other direction,” I said, getting up from the table. “Thanks for a nice evening, Eric.”

I didn’t even have to turn around to know he was behind me, pushing his way past people to catch up. I’d just pushed open the front door to leave when I felt a hand grabbing my wrist.

“Vivian, don’t go.”

I glared at him and pulled away. “I have to work in the morning. I need to get home.”


The cool spring air on my face was a welcome change from the stuffiness of the crowded club. I headed for the curb to hail a cab.

“What the hell just happened?” Eric demanded from behind me.

I turned. His easy smile was gone. Now his expression was pissed.

“I’m looking for more than just sex,” I said, crossing my arms. “I thought you knew that when we set up this date.”

“Yeah, well…maybe you shouldn’t have flirted so hot and heavy over dinner, then.”

I felt my eyes bulge with indignation. Stepping away from the curb, I approached Eric and pointed at his chest.

“I did no such thing, you asshole.”

He rolled his eyes and smirked at me. “Please, Vivian. The skirt? The way you licked your lips and played with your hair?”

My anger grew stronger, clouding my better judgment. I grimaced at Eric with disgust and took another step toward him. “What? Seriously? Because I’m wearing a skirt? I’m a twenty-eight-year old woman with a pretty decent vocabulary. If I wanted you to fuck me, I would have said, ‘Fuck me, Eric’. Instead, I’m saying fuck you.”

I rarely lost my cool, but the all too prevalent male mindset that a woman in a skirt was desperate to be bedded was just too infuriating to be ignored.

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” Eric said, wiggling his brows at me.

I rolled my eyes. He wasn’t worth my time. I was turning back toward the curb when he reached out and pulled my cell phone from my hand.

“What’ve we got here?” he said, holding it up and out of my reach.

“Give me my phone.”

He backed up several steps and I followed. I’d been very wrong about this guy. As he reached the corner of the Six building, Eric gave me a look that was supposed to be playful and disappeared into the alley.

I took a breath, reminding myself to keep cool. I couldn’t afford an involvement in an altercation that could jeopardize my job. But that was my phone and he was an asshole, and I wasn’t about to get trampled this way.

“Eric,” I said, my voice icy as I entered the alley, “give me my phone or I’m calling the cops.”

My breath whooshed from my lungs and my back hit the brick wall.

“You’re a cocktease.” Eric’s breath was hot on my face. He clamped a hand over my mouth and shoved a knee up between my legs.

My blood ran cold at the unwelcome contact. The phone suddenly seemed like a very stupid reason to follow an unknown man into a dark alley.

“Who’s an asshole now?” Eric’s expression was amused and angry at the same time.

I screamed, even though his hand muffled the sound. As I flailed, I realized my feet weren’t even on the ground anymore. He held me against the wall with his knee between my legs and his weight in front of me.

This was a nightmare. The front door of Six was maybe a hundred and fifty feet away, but it might as well have been a hundred and fifty miles. I was helpless and alone in a dark alley with a man who looked like he was just beginning to amuse himself with me.

He pulled roughly on the fabric of my shirt and I felt buttons strain and then pop off. In an instant, his hand left my mouth and wrapped around my throat.

“If you scream, I’ll choke you,” he said in a low tone.

“You’re a fucking psycho.” My voice wavered, betraying my panic.

Eric pressed on my throat and I felt my airway constricting.

“Say it,” he ground out. “Say ‘fuck me, Eric’.”

“No.” My refusal came out as a whimper and I felt the pressure on my throat increasing.

Terror washed over me like a tidal wave. I was going to get raped and possibly murdered in this alley. In a split second, I realized I didn’t appreciate what I had. My parents loved me, I had good friends and I was kicking ass at an amazing job. I’d wasted it by worrying about whether I’d be the next of my friends to get married or not.

Eric was working his hand under my skirt when suddenly, mercifully, the pressure on my throat subsided. I dropped to the ground and gasped in air. Had he changed his mind?

“The fuck’s your problem, douchebag?” a deep male voice growled. Eric’s body hit the ground like a sack of bricks and I heard a loud thudding sound.

Eric cried out in pain and curled into a ball. A large man’s burly, built frame bent and leaned over him.

“I’ll fuck you,” he spat out. “How ‘bout a baseball bat in your ass, motherfucker?”


I panted and wrapped my arms around myself. I was saved. This man had saved me from a nightmare. He pressed a large, dark boot to Eric’s throat and raised his face to look at me.

“You okay?”

I nodded, the lump in my throat preventing me from finding my voice.

“You want me to spend some more time with him, or you wanna press charges?”

His gravelly tone made my stomach somersault nervously. I bunched my hands into fists and steeled myself. “Press...” I stopped to cough. “Press charges.”

He nodded and pulled Eric up by his hair, knocking his head against a metal fire escape stairway. Eric groaned and crumpled.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” the man said unapologetically, dragging Eric up and out of the alley.

As soon as we got back inside Six, he shoved Eric into the arms of another burly man and told him to call the police and babysit until they arrived.

He turned to me then and I took him in, holding my torn shirt closed. He was tall and broad, with a bald head and tattoos snaking out from beneath his white t-shirt and up under the collar. His short facial hair was dark.

As I studied him, he did the same to me, his hazel eyes steely. Everything about this man was intimidating. At least, it should have been. What I saw was my savior. The man who’d saved me from a horror that would’ve changed me forever, if I’d survived it.

“You’re…” I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the staring onlookers. “Thank you. What’s your name?”

“Kane.”

“Thank you, Kane.”

Tears welled in my eyes and I looked at the floor.

“Come on,” he said, waving a hand and turning. I clutched the two sides of my shirt and followed him through the darkened club. Lights flashed on the people around me raising glasses in drunken celebrations.

Kane went down a long, dimly lit hallway and walked through a door. I hesitated for a second, but followed.

We were in a room with rich, wood paneled walls and a large desk with a single stack of papers on it. It looked like a vacant office.

After he opened a door, Kane pulled out a big flannel shirt and walked my way. He held it out and I just stared at him.

“Take it,” he said gruffly.

I reached out and grabbed it, my other hand still holding my shirt closed.

“Bathroom’s over there,” he said, pointing at another door on the other side of the room.

Silently, I walked over to the bathroom and went in. It was a sanitary white space made of marble and limestone. I slipped the shirt on and buttoned it. It covered me to mid-thigh and hung down past my hands. After I’d rolled up the sleeves, I walked out and saw Kane standing next to the desk. His expression was hard to read, but it seemed uncomfortable.

“Yours?” He held up my cell phone.

I nodded and he brought it to me, also handing over a pen and paper.

“Write down your name and number and I’ll have the cops contact you about a statement. You don’t have to stay since I was a witness. Unless you think you need to go to the hospital, I mean.”

I shook my head. “No, I just want to go home.”

“Can I offer you a ride?”

My mouth hung open as I tried to think of a response. Kane had saved me, and I was beyond grateful, but right now I didn’t want a strange man driving me anywhere. I still felt overly exposed.

“That’s…no, you don’t have to…I can just catch a cab. You’ve done more than enough already. Thank you again.”

I wrote my contact information on the pad of paper, and when I looked up, Kane was giving me me a wry look that bordered on a smile.

“I didn’t mean me. Our driver will take you home.” He walked over to the door and opened it.

I followed him out a side door to a black SUV. He opened a passenger door and nodded toward the vehicle, encouraging me to get in.

“Lex, take her home, please,” he said, his clipped tone all business.

“Yes sir, Mr. Kane,” a voice called from the driver’s seat.

I climbed in and met his eyes again. “Thanks again, Kane. I mean, Mr. Kane.” I gripped my phone tightly, his unwavering gaze unnerving me. “Thank you.”

He just nodded and closed the door.

“Where to, ma’am?” a friendly man’s voice called from the front seat.

I gave him my address and he headed down the darkened alley. The alley that was now burned into my mind as the place I’d almost lost a piece of myself. And also the place where a strong, compassionate stranger had kept me intact.


Brenda Rothert lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three sons. She was a daily print journalist for nine years, during which time she enjoyed writing a wide range of stories.
These days Brenda writes New Adult Romance in the Contemporary and Dystopian genres. She loves to hear from readers by email at bjrothert@sbcglobal.net.

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The ArchitectbyC.A. Bell


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Okay here we go, first guest post ever! Actually first post whatsoever apart from the odd Facebook status and tweet. First off, thank you for having me and I hope you will follow me on my blog tour until the end of the week. Tomorrow I will be at http://eroticaforall.co.uk/so I hope you drop by to check out what else I have to say.I started writing this book about five years ago, so as you can imagine I’m pretty thrilled to finally see it out there in the book world. And no, it didn’t take me five years to write it. I wrote the first chapter five years ago and never touched it again until last year when I finally got my head back into it, and decided to chase my dream of becoming an author.So, I guess you want to know a bit about my new release huh?Well, inside the cover of The Architect we follow Ruth, a broken, independent, social loner, on her journey into a new world. A world filled with lust, intrigue and sex. And yes, this is all down to Heath Berkley. The moment he steps into Ruth’s life she suddenly becomes alive and starts to heal from her past as they explore sides of intimacy that she has never experienced. But with all highs comes a low, and that low is George Randall, the owner of a fetish nightclub. After invading her privacy and finding Ruth’s email address on the computer system George begins to pursue her. Flirting back with him and arranging a date in an envious attack on Heath one night, her childish ways soon come to bite her on the backside and fuel revenge when George and his true identity are revealed.
Excerpt
Pushing open the glass door, I step into a dark corridor and hear muffled music. Reaching the end of the walkway, I see two women dressed in long leather dresses. They have short black spiky hair, and are talking to who must be the receptionist. I stand behind them and wait.The woman on the left of the duo turns, gives me the once over, and smiles. “Here for the dungeons?” I swallow hard. “No. I-I’m just here to watch.” As soon as I finish the sentence I know how it must have sounded and cringe inside.“Really? Well, we’ll be there if you fancy it.” The woman winks, and her friend turns around and smiles at me. Then they both thank the guy behind the desk and head through the black swing doors to the left. “Can I help?” the guy asks, as I stand here gobsmacked at the proposition, and trying to sneak a peek of what’s behind the dark doors. Stepping forward, I place my hands on the cream counter. “Yes. Umm...” I bite my lip, not knowing what to say. “It’s my first time here, and I’m not sure what I’m meant to do, really.”He smiles and lifts his pierced eyebrows at me. “That’s fine, I’ll talk you through it. But first you will need to become a member. So can I have your name, please?” “Yes, it’s Ruth.”“And your surname?”Grudgingly I tell him, “Watson.” He requests my phone number, which I make up, and then my address, which I also make up. My email and age I give truthfully. “There we are.” He clicks the computer mouse. “All done.” I feel a little guilty that I’ve just deceived him, but I reply with a chirpy thank you so he won’t suspect.“Oh.” He looks curiously at his screen. “It says here you have already paid.”I beam after a few seconds. “It must have been the man I’m meeting here.”He rubs his chin. “Ah yes, I remember. Tall guy, well-spoken?” The area between my legs warms. “That’s him.” “Okay.” He pulls out a leaflet and turns it to favour me. “All areas are open to everybody.” He points to them on the flier before continuing. “There is only one real rule, and that is, no means no.”Buy linksAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/1JnKbg8Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1hFLXgAAll Romance eBooks: http://bit.ly/1hJtYW5
Author bioC.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her husband married and made a home.C.A.Bell is currently working on her second book to follow The Architect, and aspires to be a well-known full-time author.
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Something Else by Nia Farrell ~ Out Now!

 
Something ElsebyNia Farrell
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Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who dreams of her soulmates Nico White, a bisexual American Indian musician, and J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared.  J.T. is a dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal.  It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM.  With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow, but forging a future means healing the past, however painful it might be, in an interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance.

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EXCERPT:
With the appearance of him, I feel the shift in my own energy, like he’s a generator crystal that’s amplified every sense, common or otherwise. My zipped perceptions are razor sharp, dead on accurate, and delivered with lightning speed. When half hour readings go to twenty minutes, I start giving discounts and the line never ends, not until the ten minute warning that the fair doors will be closing soon. At five p.m., one of the New Age shop assistants starts walking the aisles, clearing the crowd and the room’s energy with a ringing pair of Tibetan tingshas. I smile my thanks when she manages to herd the last hopeful from my queue. Smile bigger yet when I see that my Latino angel has returned. “Hi,” I say, sounding rather shy for someone who’s had no problem all day, delving deep into other people’s lives and issues. His lips tuck upward, and he nods his head toward the back of the room. “I promised my cousin I’d help her. Lena says it’ll take an hour.” Lena. Pretty face, rocking body, bedroom hair, tats. Amazing silver jewelry and unique leather goods. “I like her.” Actually, I envy her. I have gifts, but Lena has the skills to make her visions a reality. It’s what sets her stuff apart. “She’s got to get home. Sick kid,” he explains. “Daddy’s challenged enough when Ariana’s a healthy two-year-old. I’ll be free once Lena’s on the road. Will you be around? I can meet you somewhere. We could grab a bite to eat. Talk. If not tonight, then later.” Déjà vu. Six months ago, I’d said nearly the same things to Nico. I suggest O’Toole’s, two blocks east. “Do you know it?” He nods grudgingly, clearly not a fan of the Irish pub. Sensitive to his inner turmoil, I offer an alternative. “Or Jerry’s?” It’s a local bar and grill, edgier than sports and just shy of biker bar. God, his smile. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. “Jerry’s,” he says. “In an hour or so.” I’m still processing when Nico comes to check on me. He’s moved our vending van and already has his stuff loaded, and I’ve done almost squat. “Hey.” He touches me, sliding his darker fingers up my ivory arms until they reach my elbows. When his thumbs start rubbing circles in the bend of each arm, my root chakra kicks into overdrive, and my fucking knees grow weak. “He’s here,” I whisper, damn close to trembling. “He’s meeting us at Jerry’s after six. Help me pack so we can go get a table.” That time of night, on a Saturday, there’s usually a line out the door one or two blocks long. I know I have spiritual helping hands at work when we get there and are seated at a booth in the quieter back with only a fifteen minute wait. I’ve said nothing more to Nico about Lena’s cousin. It occurs to me that I never asked and he never offered his name. We’ll all know each other soon enough, and way beyond a first-name basis. Just thinking about what’s coming makes my panties wet enough to stick my dress to the worn wooden bench beneath me. Our waitress, Cherry, slides coasters on the table and sets down our drinks, a bottle of pseudo beer for Nico and a glass of orange juice for me. I don’t want anything, either brewed from nature or crafted in a chemistry lab, to dull my senses tonight. No alcohol. No soda. Juice and water it is. A menu sits to my right, waiting for him to show. Across from me, Nico scans both sides of the laminated page and sets it down, his decision already made. I take longer, wrestling with my baser meat-loving self when I know I should shun it, but really, where’s the fun in that? I turned vegan once in high school. It lasted all of two weeks, but I stayed quasi-vegetarian for three years. Dairy, eggs, and seafood gave me the protein I craved, but it took cutting out the warm blooded meat to raise my vibration and get it to where I needed it to be. Because that’s when the dreams started. Visions of the past lives we’ve shared. Memories of the three of us. Poised on the brink of our next go-round, I have to wonder why we keep coming back like this, like frigging musketeers. Is it because we’re stronger together, or dysfunctional apart? Jesus, I’d like to think I don’t need them, but I know how much more, how much stronger I am since meeting Nico. My body thrums to think of what it will be like to have both of them with me. In me. Fuck.

AUTHOR BIO: 
Nia Farrell has been writing for pleasure since junior high.  Now that she writes about pleasure, she can share the fantasy worlds she visits and introduce readers to characters who remain with her long after their tales are told.
When crafting a story, Nia draws upon a rich diversity of life experiences, which include singer/songwriter, prize winning needle artist, private pilot, Reiki Master/Teacher, crystal healer, psychic fair reader, jewelry maker, physician’s assistant, factory worker, waitress, genealogist, period reenactor, and children’s author.  If this life isn’t enough, there are plenty of others to choose from.  Otherwise, she devotes hours of research to subjects outside her realm, determined that her stories ring true.
Nia lives on a farm in Southern Illinois (far, far from Chicago, in the heart of “Little Egypt”).  A seventh generation Illinoisan, she is descended from Mayflower Pilgrims, American soldiers from the Revolutionary War to World War II, and Scottish nobility.  She enjoys playing in the past and visits Ren fairs and historical reenactments in period attire, sharing her love of history and her passion for music.  While her husband and two grown daughters may only read her nonfiction work, she appreciates their support in pursuing her dreams, one of which is being published in erotic romance. 
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Breaking China By N.J Cole

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Breaking ChinaByN.J ColeSept 7th



China Perry has one goal, and she will do anything to achieve it, including sell herself into human sex trafficking. She endures countless ruthless masters on her mission, undeterred by the pain and humiliation each of them causes. Determined to let nothing stop her, she’d turned her heart cold, never allowing herself to feel for any of these barbarians who had purchased her. That is, until she meets Master Richard.
Richard Pantero has been searching for something his entire life. Though he has money, servants, and women willing to do anything for him, his life is still empty. He’s lived the lifestyle and hasn’t thought twice about purchasing companionship. Each girl was different, yet the same until China entered his world like a comet changing everything he’d ever believed in.
In a love story for the ages, follow Richard and China on their journey. Can he find the peace he’s been searching for? Can she trust him enough to let down her walls and allow him to help her find what she craves the most? Is love enough?
Publisher’s note: This story is written in first person point of view similar to a screen play alternating between characters to give the authenticity of each character’s feelings. Warning: Intense bondage, aggressive sex, human trafficking.


China:
I'd been purchased. I knew what he expected. He expected me to beg and plead. The others girls were crying. Sobs like, "Please, Master, please don't hurt me," filled the room.
Some slaves were trying to strike bargains. "If I suck you off, then please don't fuck me." I rolled my eyes. Could they really be so stupid as to believe these men would make bargains? They owned the girls now, plain and simple.I heard footsteps then saw him. He held the key to my crate as well as the keys to my cuffs. I bit back the urge to look up at him and spit in his face or spout "fuck you," both of which I would have done if not in shackles, if not at his mercy. Instead, I chose to say and do nothing.I gazed into his eyes, and unlike the other Masters who had gotten pissed, he just smirked, and it made me think twice. He was handsome, and had he not just "purchased" me, I might have been attracted to him.Richard:
My eyes remained locked with hers; no words had been said, but the struggle had begun. I felt a surge of energy wash through me. Could she finally be the one? I continued staring her down; long moments passed before she averted her gaze.Unshackling her arms, I knew the next round of her training would prove interesting. I had caught a subtle look of desire cross her features. Quick, but unmistakable. I slowly began to disrobe, allowing her to appraise my form as I had done hers. "Kitten, I offer you this chance to freely pay me homage."China:
He was different, I'd give him that. The others had choked me until I'd opened my mouth, inserted an O-ring gag and proceeded to fuck my face. He was asking me to do it voluntarily.Pay him homage? Perhaps it would make my life less miserable. I leaned forward, not wanting to pay special attention to his cock, which, from the quick glance I'd given it, was magnificent.I bent as low as possible and kissed his feet. One soft kiss to the top of each foot. If he thought I was going to speak to him, he was mistaken. I'd been beaten until I couldn't stand, but I was not going to acknowledge another human as my "master."Richard:
A faint frown covered my face, but my heart soared. Finally, a challenge; a pet whose devotion would have to be earned. Compassion would come in due time, now was time for the stick.The proprietor offered me a crop, but I waved him off. I preferred my first chastisement to be flesh on flesh. My fingers stroking her hair, the silken strands wrapping around my hand. "Kitten, I see you don't have the proper respect. Right now, you are nothing more than an object to me. In time, this could change, but for now you’re less than nothing." My hand tightened as I lifted her to her feet by her hair.China:
Oh, here we go again, I thought. I braced myself for his fist to my face. His hand in my hair raising me to my feet then lifting me slightly off of them. My toes skimmed the ground. He seemed just the same as the other masters now. I looked into his eyes. I wouldn't let him beat me to death, though it did have a sense of peace in it. I had too much to live for. I glared at him.He said I was nothing more than an object to him, and he was nothing more than an asshole to me. I wasn't just a fuckhole. I wouldn't let myself believe that. I would hold onto that little shred of self-respect that I had left.Richard:
As my fingers traced her cheek, I lowered my head to her neck, inhaling deeply. I could see her trembling flesh. My teeth scraping along her shoulder, I bit down on the nape of her neck holding her in place.
I released her hair, sliding my fingertips down her back. My nails dug into her flesh. Each of my pets had to bear my markings until they earned my collar. She began to squirm under me. The friction of her skin on mine was stimulating.China:
He wasn't like the others. They had reacted in anger, beating me to get out their frustration, or in the hopes of getting me to become a submissive slut. He held my gaze until he lowered his head to my neck. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he inhaled deeply then, to my surprise, ran his mouth over my neck to my shoulder. I was even more shocked when he bit down. I knew he'd broken the skin. I bit my own tongue to keep from crying out in pain.His mouth stayed there as his hands ran down my back, scratching my skin. Again, I knew he was marking me, tearing my flesh. I writhed to get away from his strong hands. I refused to give him the satisfaction of me begging him to stop. I knew he wouldn't anyway. Why would I disgrace myself.He pulled his head back and, I could see my blood on his lower lip. I glared at him.Richard:
I licked my lips; fury showed in her glare. Such anger was intoxicating; my loins stirred to life. If she were going to be so difficult, she would soon learn the consequences of her continued defiance.I eased around her back, admiring the long scratches. Now all who looked at her would know she was mine. A crimson drop trickled down her arm. I knew she was in pain, but still she made no sound.Well, if she wouldn't scream her submission, she would whimper it. I ran my palms over her swaying breasts, cupping them. My thumbs ran circles over her nipples. Her body betrayed her as they stiffened under my touch. The heel of my hand pressed against her belly as it moved down, my thick shaft rubbing along her inner thighs. I licked her ear. "You will give in to me, Kitten."

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