INTRODUCING THE DOMS OF PASSION LAKE
BRAND NEW EROTIC BDSM SERIES
BY JULIE SHELTON
Virginia is for lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs. A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.
A group of former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia. Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield. The amenities offered include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants. Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live.
Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah. Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books of their own. So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake. The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.
PASSION’S DREAM – BACK COVER BLURB
When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.
Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot
passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?
PASSION’S DREAM – ADULT EXCERPT
Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move. It was as if she’d been turned to stone. “Don’t touch me!” She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation. The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top. When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material. When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper. She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand. She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts. “Tell me about him. What’s it like making love to an old man?”
She should have pushed him away. She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them. Except she wasn’t standing. She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top. Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.
Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair. “Does his touch arouse you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Does he set you on fire?”
The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.
“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father? Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late. The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming. Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him. The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp. Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock. She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water. Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.
Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up. They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.
Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water. In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs. Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat. Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still. She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!
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Book Two of The Doms of Passion Lake series, Passion’s Fury, is about Caleb Rafferty and his brothers, Simon and Ash. They are triplets, all pilots, and they own the Passion Lake airfield where they operate a popular Executive Charter business and a helicopter sight-seeing business. In addition, Caleb is the Sheriff of Passion Lake and Ash is a professional photographer who specializes in fetish photography. They are looking for that special “One”, a woman who will take on the challenge of three men and who will thrive under their loving dominance.
PASSION’S FURY – BACK COVER BLURB
Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head. In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her house explodes.
Terrified, she does the only sensible thing. She runs. Right through broken glass.
When Simon Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible. He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob? Minor details.
Identical triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them. Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires. Clueless…but intrigued. These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon.
But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger. And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.
PASSION’S FURY – ADULT EXCERPT
Ash carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. “Bathroom first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts and panties down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”
Quickly squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee and brush her teeth. “Ash!” she shouted through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was Caleb who came back through the door.
He took the toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup. “Spit.”
He then handed her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the toothbrush in the sink. When he was done rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and a couple of towels. Caleb bent down and pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot, naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”
He pulled the purple knit tee top over her head and quickly divested her of her bra. Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long marble counter. Fortunately Simon had covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that particular shock.
She was not, however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside an old-fashioned ceramic moustache cup. Oh, my God! They really are going to shave me down there!
Caleb and Ash flanked him. “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash instructed. “Normally we’d have you place your feet flat on the counter, but this time we’ll just hold your legs apart instead.” At Simon’s nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice. Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up her spine.
Simon moved to stand between her legs. “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan. “And delicious. I could feast on this pussy all day. But it will be even more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.” He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm. Then he picked up a safety razor. “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still for me.” Pulling her skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair. He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.
Kylie watched, fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.
“Now that,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.” He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.
“Now for the touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her mound. He proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal spiking off the charts.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through her.
Simon raised his head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust. His face shone with her juices. “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick syrup. “You are perfect. The perfect woman. The perfect sub. And you’re all ours.” On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.
Her head threw back and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands. As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline. Then on her lips, first Ash, then Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.
The breath shivered from her lungs. Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure. Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.
When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a slurping sound. “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”
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Book Three, Passion’s Hope, is about Nik Rostov and Jay Gillespie and their search for their perfect woman. They own the Passion Lake Lodge and campgrounds, and The Icehouse Bar, where a local band plays live music every Friday and Saturday night for dancing. They find their perfect submissive at Risqué, Jesse, Adam, and Sarah’s new, private BDSM club.
PASSION’S HOPE – BACK COVER BLURB
On the run from an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle. She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band. But when her abuser, a rich and powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help. But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.
But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives in order to keep her safe? Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever known?
PASSION’S HOPE – ADULT EXCERPT
Nik took the tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount on the first two fingers of his right hand. He touched the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began rimming the tight little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious sight as he penetrated up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way up to the webbing. Jay moaned and wriggled his ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.
Nik’s laugh was wicked. “So.” He circled his finger inside Jay’s tight channel. “I think you like having a finger up your ass, don’t you, boy? You may answer with words.”
Jay’s response was a guttural groan. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, then, let’s see how you like two fingers up your ass.” Nik pulled his finger out, then combined it with his middle finger, pushing them both inside Jay’s hot channel.
As Nik’s fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled yelp. His cock jerked and his balls tightened and for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.
Glassy-eyed, Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot tunnel. His cock was so hard the imprint of zipper teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin. He loved asses. Women’s asses. Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red and hot from the impact of his hand. Jay’s ass was lean. Masculine. Muscular, with deep dimples. Nik had always been fascinated by the way those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay fucked the subs they’d played with. Shocking himself, he bent down and placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.
Oh, my God! At the touch of Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper. Christ! He’d never been sexual with Nik before. Had never expected to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found himself fantasizing about it more and more. And it was even more intense than he’d imagined. Another whimper left his throat as Nik’s fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold.
“Relax your muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug against Jay’s anus, watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth devouring a particularly tasty morsel. “You know the drill.”
Jay compressed his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles as the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter to the point of pain. His cry was purely involuntary.
“Push out!” Nik ordered.
Sucking in his breath, Jay pushed out. The burn intensified. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out again as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed around it, making it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive presence. Holy fuck!
Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass. He was going to enjoy this spanking. Probably a whole lot more than Jay was. Once again he leaned over Jay’s back. Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear. “There will be no warm-up, boy. You will receive thirty hard swats. The last ten will include a surprise. You may cry out if you need to. Nod your head if you understand.”
Jay moaned. His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.
Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head rest. “You want to come, don’t you, boy? You may answer.”
God help him, he did. More than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!
“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.
“You are not allowed. Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”
“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”
Jay groaned. Sixty strokes! He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes! He was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming. Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was going to be able to.
“I asked you a question, boy. I dislike having to wait.”
Jay managed another jerk of his head. “Yes, Daddy. Clear.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Daddy. For always making you late.”
Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him. Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole. Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek. The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin. A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek. Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping the previous blow. By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red. Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat. He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side. His palm was stinging from the force of his blows. Jay’s skin was on fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.
Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure. He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was aroused as his was. But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.
“God, I love your hot little ass.” Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear. “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”
Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle. “I thought so.” As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all the way out. Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass. The heel of his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.
Jay’s head jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.
Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out, before ramming it back in with another blow. He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time. “Are you ready to come, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.
“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Nik drew back his hand. As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come, malchik moy! Come for your Daddy!”
Look for Passion’s Hope around mid-March, 2015.
AND DON’T FORGET THE SERIES THAT STARTED IT ALL – LOVING SARAH, OWNING SARAH, AND KEEPING SARAH.
Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.
But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison? Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
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It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay. So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them. But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.
Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history. And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.
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Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road. Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.
Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life. They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for a slave auction being held the following night. Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.
Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional commitment between Jesse and Adam. They already trust each other with their lives. Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.
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Julie Shelton has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.
A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.
Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing. “What’s not to like?” she asks philosophically. “It’s indoor work and doesn’t require a lot of heavy lifting.” You can learn more about Julie and her works at the following links. Visit her website to find out what’s coming up in the Doms of Passion Lake series.