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The Doms of Passion Lake- By Julie Shelton

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.

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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!

Passion’s Dream is available NOW on Amazon! Only $2.99!
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RY1643K

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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.
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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.”
Oh, yeah.
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.”
“Good point.”
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.”

Passion’s Fury is available NOW, just in time for Valentine’s Day!
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SX2CIT8

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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?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“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.

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LOVING 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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OWNING SARAH
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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KEEPING SARAH
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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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
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.

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Cafe in the Park ~ Elodie Parkes

Hi Beverly and Tamara,

Thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my new Siren Publishing release, ‘Café in the Park.’

This is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles. It has paranormal and suspense threads.

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Café in the Park

When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris. Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one. Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness. Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back to haunt him?

How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?

 

Inspiration behind the story:

I work late into the night very often, sometimes there’s a TV on in the corner of the auction house graphics office and sometimes I will have the TV on in my study, just to combat the silence, usually the news channel, but once I’m writing or making graphics I have no idea what is being broadcast anyway. I go into my work. (Smiles) One thing I did notice over the summer was an upsurge in advertisements for dating websites. I’m a single woman and sometimes I’ve thought about internet dating. I never go through with it. I’m so busy with work and writing, and from what I’ve read, and heard from others, you’re very lucky to meet anyone on the sites.

After seeing a few advertisements for a leading matching site, into my head dropped the idea of a lonely woman who joins a dating site and actually meets her dream man.

Chris Donato, my hero in Café in the Park, had to be different, a fantasy, a paranormal character, so that I could use the idea at all.

I’ve always been interested in ancient history and know a few legends that have grown up around sacred sites across the world. I combined a legend about a lost Roman legion and a legend from Native Americans to form the basis for why Chris Donato is what he is.

The premise still remains vague within the story because he must retain an air of mystery for me.

I always fall in love with my characters. Chris and Emily, my heroine, are very loveable. Emily is so recognizable, a pretty, intelligent woman, longing for love and yet without the environment to find it. Chris is the quintessential paranormal hero, a mystery, an enigma, and yet desperate for love because of his life experience. He’s also a modern hero, a singer and guitar player in a rock band, and a competent businessperson. He’s sexy, kind, gorgeous, adorable, and something else…

 

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Excerpt 18+:

Emily opened the door.

The sight took his breath away. She was dressed in a simple, short, dark-blue shift dress, but it touched her curves exactly right. His gaze strayed to her bare thighs, and then with a smile he raised his eyes to hers.

“Emily, you look beautiful. I’m early, I know.”

She nodded and smiled. “It doesn’t matter. It’s great to see you.” She opened the door wider. “Come in.”

Chris stepped into the hall. It brought them to stand very close together. His heart pounded. Will she see my jacket move with the force of this pounding? It’s probably loud enough for her to hear. He stared at her. Conviction she was meant to be his, that they were destined for each other, gave him courage. He held out his arms.

Emily went into them, molding her body against his, her arms sliding around his neck.

The move enchanted Chris. His hips surged forward against her. He pressed his erection onto her stomach. His arms around her waist, he bent his head slowly to hers. The sexual tension between them lent an air of unreality to the atmosphere. The moment his lips met hers Chris felt as if every muscle in his body had dissolved. The floating sensation was exquisite. He savored her mouth. He soaked up every brush of her breath, every inch of her body as she pressed against him, her soft lips kissing him, her hands gentle in his hair. Delight coursed through him. Low moans from them both added to the raw sexual connection. His cock throbbed. His balls pulsed. He ran his hands down Emily’s ass to cup her there, lift and hold her to his body as he thrust the bulge in his pants against her.

Emily broke the kiss to whisper a question against his lips. “Chris, did you book dinner anywhere?”

He took a breath. The loss of the kiss pulled his mouth back to hers. He kissed her between words. “Why? No, I was hoping to take you to a quiet place a friend recommended.” He kissed along her cheek to her ear and then down her neck. Her skin was like silk. He rubbed his lips, nose, and cheek against it, tenderly, loving the scent of her.

“I thought we might stay here for a while, unless you’re hungry…I…” Her murmured words against his ear sent ripples of sensation down his stomach to his cock.

He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.

As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.

She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.

He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the floor and fuck her hard.

He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He shuddered as she grasped his cock.

“You’ll make me come. I’m out of practice. That feels great.” His voice sounded strange. He shook as sweat beaded on his forehead.

Emily let him go carefully. “You’re hot.” She laughed. “I mean you’re warm. Let’s get these clothes off you.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes, 2014, Siren Publishing, All Rights Reserved

Available on the Siren Publishing website, Cafe in the Park, erotic, paranormal romance.

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

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#Review ~ Zane’s Choice ~ Mardi Maxwell

edd31-mm-tdocm-zaneschoice3Zane’s Choice
by Mardi Maxwell

Blurb:

Beautiful, curvy, Ravyn Templeton was raised by a controlling father who forced her to marry a man she detested. Three years ago her husband, Charles Dolman, took her to a BDSM club in Houston to show her how a real woman could satisfy a man. When he chose a sub and began a scene with her, Ravyn refused to watch him and watched another Dom instead. The lesson she learned that night was what a Dom could do for a woman and ever since then the unknown Dom has haunted her dreams. After years of fighting for her freedom, Ravyn has finally managed to escape her abusive marriage only to discover her ex-husband tried to have her killed.

Zane Ramsey is an Assistant District Attorney and co-owner of Club Mystique, the BDSM club he and his brothers built on their Texas ranch. He’s also the Dom Ravyn saw three years ago in Houston. When they finally meet they’re instantly attracted to each other and against his better judgment Zane begins an affair with Ravyn. When her ex-husband Charles Dolman accuses her of laundering money for Carlos Mendez’ drug cartel, and Ravyn refuses to answer Zane’s questions, he leaves her.

Ravyn is devastated but let’s Zane go to protect him. She’s being blackmailed by Carlos Mendez, and she doesn’t dare tell Zane the truth. After she’s arrested, Fate steps in and brings them together again. Now, only Zane can save her if he loves her enough to fight for her.

 

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Beverly’s Review:

Okay, let me just say that I finished Zane’s Choice and read it again! Once again Addison is matchmaking, trouble making, the view depends on who she has in her sights. Zane is torn by his job as ADA and Ravyn. Ravyn has secrets she can’t afford to tell Zane. Bullied and blackmailed Ravyn does what she has to do, regardless of her feelings for Zane.

A thoroughly enjoyable book, The Doms of Club Mystique stand out in their own unique way along with the women that love them. Ravyn is a strong woman in an impossible situation. Zane wants to help her, but knows she is hiding something. Two strong personalities that bring out the passion in each other. I loved the story line, steamy scenes, and the exciting action. Zane’s Choice keeps you hopping all the way to the end.  Which I can’t tell you about, but holy cow!

BDSM and the love story entwined among suspense and their passionate and occasionally zany play make it a wonderful story. The Royals keep you laughing while they manage to wind the Doms around their fingers before they have to pay the price for their disobedience.  If you haven’t read The Doms of Club Mystique series, pick it up. I’ve loved everyone of them. Zane’s Choice is another enjoyable twist. A story to read more than once. This series has been one that I’ve gone back and read from beginning to end more than once and will again.

hearts 51Flames 4SSLY recommended read

Keeping Sarah ~ Character Interview ~ Julie Shelton

KEEPING SARAH js-keepingsarah

BLURB

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 at the club 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 and physical 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.

 

KEEPING SARAH ADULT EXCERPT

Then Jesse turned to Sarah.  Bending down, he put his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor.  Turning her in his arms, he unhooked the garters, then unlaced the corset, letting it fall to the silk carpet.  As soon as the beautiful, but restrictive garment fell away from her, Sarah took the first deep breath she’d had in hours.  “Step out of your shoes, baby,” he crooned, rolling down her stockings and removing them one foot at a time.  “Now bend over and grab your ankles.  I owe you a spanking.”

With a whimper, she assumed the undignified position, her second of the night, wrapping her fingers around her ankles while he got on his knees behind her to remove the vibrators from her pussy and ass.  Dropping the toys on top of the crumpled corset, he palmed her ass cheeks, his flexing fingers making deep indentations in her sweet flesh.  “Spread your legs, baby, or you’re gonna fall over.”  A smile curved his lips upward as she slid her feet outward.  God, I love this ass!  He slapped her sharply, the sound and her subsequent cry loud in the quiet room.  “Count,” was all he said, transfixed by the erotic sight of his handprint blooming on her skin, first white, then red.

“Y-yes, Master.  O-one.”

“How many have you earned tonight, slave?”

“Ten, Master.”  Her voice was barely audible, muffled by her position.

“There will be no warm-up, so I’ll make them quick.  Count them all.”  In rapid succession, he delivered ten blistering swats to her backside and by the time she counted the last one, her ass was fiery red and she was sobbing in pain.

Crap, that hurt!  And yet, it felt so good.  So damn good.  The heat from her ass seemed to be having an effect on her clit, as if the two were connected by wires pulsing and crackling with electricity.  Her sobs turned into moans as he stroked and kneaded the heat more deeply into her flesh, sending it straight to her pussy until her clit felt like it was on fire.

Still gripping her ass cheeks, he lowered his head, slanting it sideways to flick the tip of his tongue across her throbbing little nub.  She jerked and cried out as pleasure consumed her.  Then he straightened, pulling her up after him, and steered her toward the bed.  If Adam was in sub-space, then Sarah was right there with him, lost and drifting and needing Jesse’s loving care.  It was now his duty and responsibility to love them and keep them safe and give them the pleasure they had both earned and richly deserved.

“Climb up, baby,” he said, assisting her up onto the bed.  “On your hands and knees above Adam, pussy over his face, head over his cock.”  As he was talking, he, too, was getting on the bed, crawling across its enormous expanse toward Adam’s feet.  “Legs apart,” he ordered and Adam slid his feet across the silky sheets.  “Prepare Sarah.”

At the quiet command, Sarah’s core convulsed again, sending out another gush of fresh cream.  God, she was so ready to come!  She had been so highly aroused for so long, now that it was finally going to happen, it was all she could focus on.  Without warning, Adam reached up and stroked his fingers through her slit, from front to back before thrusting two fingers deep inside her sheath hovering so tantalizingly above his head.  He pressed his thumb against her puckered anal opening, pushing insistently, until the muscle relaxed and sucked it in.  Sarah stopped breathing.  With wicked skill, he thrust in and out of both her anus and vagina, pinching the membrane between his thumb and fingers as he stroked, quickly re-stoking the fires of need in her sex, burning just beneath the surface.  A thin, high wail escaped her lips as pleasure devoured her.

“Christ, Jess,” Adam muttered over the wet, sucking noises his fingers were making as he pumped them in and out of Sarah’s sheath, “you should see what I’m seeing.  Our little slave has the most succulent pussy in the world.  And it’s dripping all over the place.”

“Sarah,” Jesse ordered, “Take Adam into your mouth.”

 

EDITOR’S COMMENTS ON KEEPING SARAH

“I heartily enjoyed this book. It’s truly an erotic BDSM ménage epic, and it’s extremely well written. The locations are sweeping and exotic, the food is lusciously described, the sex scenes are plentiful and romantic and delightfully perverse. Pacing is breezy throughout, even though this is a fairly long novel, and the suspense plot keeps the reader wanting more. It’s excellent that the menage relationship features a lot of hot M/M scenes between Jesse and Adam, not to mention the pegging by Sarah. I can’t compliment Keeping Sarah highly enough.

Special mention should be made of the Sybian competition and slave auction scenes. These were both highly unique, beautifully written, disturbing, and felt like Sadean ceremonies. The Sybian competition had an exuberance and weirdness about it that was both comical and surreal. It showed great imagination.   The slave auction was nightmarish—imagining this secret organization existing was very frightening. The poetic details were what really made it—the fact that the boy being auctioned was chubby and albino, the disturbing concept of “pony girls,” and the appearance of the sinister Mistress Diabolica. I loved it.”  J

 

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH JESSE COLTER

Introduce yourself.  What book are you from? Are you the hero, heroine, villain?

My name is Jesse Colter and I guess you could say I’m the hero, even though my best, friend, Adam Sinclair, is every bit as much of a hero as I am.  You see, we’re in a menage relationship with our beloved Sarah Marshall.  We’re from the books Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and the upcoming Keeping Sarah, being released on August 7th.2

How did you come to your author’s attention?

Actually, she thought of my name first, then spent months thinkin’ up the details of my life and personality.  She made me tall, 6’3” and, thankfully, good-lookin’.  She also made me half Native American, which I love.  She’s a terrific lady, even though she gave me a terrible childhood—lonely, abusive, neglectful.  But she also gave me the strength of character to overcome it, to persevere and make somethin’ of myself.  I’m proud of the man that I’ve become and I owe it all to my author.

Did you give your author a hard time when she was writing your story?

I don’t think so.  She wanted me to succeed, and even though she threw some formidable obstacles in my way, she planned for me to succeed, so I did everythin’ I could to make that possible.  Plus, she threw in plenty of smokin’ hot sex, for which I will always remain grateful.

What do you do for a living?

I’m 36 years old, a retired SEAL, and am currently the police chief of Marshall’s Creek, a small town in Virginia, where I grew up.

Who is the love of your life?

Oh, Sarah Marshall, the heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and the upcoming Keeping Sarah.  There’s never been anyone else for me, not since she was fifteen years old and way to young for the things I wanted to do to her.  She was so gorgeous, I could barely keep my hands off of her.  For years I reviled myself as the biggest pervert on the face of the earth, but I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her.  I couldn’t get her out of my head.  Out of my dreams.  Or out of my heart.  I even left town to keep from ruinin’ her life.  But I decided I simply couldn’t live without her.  So I came back, plannin’ to do everythin’ possible to convince her that I loved her with every ell in my body.  Lord knows I made a ton of mistakes, but, as it turned out, she loved me, too.  I thank God every day for that.

What was the first thing you noticed about him/her?

She was thirteen and dangling upside down from a broken tree limb thirty feet above the ground.  I’ve never climbed a tree so fast in my life.  My heart was in my throat the whole time.  I was terrified she would fall before I could get to her.  After I had safely pulled her onto the limb I was sitting on, the first thing I noticed was how beautiful she was.  I mean, thirteen and already a real looker.  Then I noticed how smart she was.  She was an adult walking around in a child’s body, smart, funny, bossy.  Man, was she bossy.  And the most precious thing in my life.  She was like a little jewel that I could take out and look at, but could never have.

What’s your greatest fear?

Losing Sarah.  As a County Attorney, she has made some powerful enemies and a few have come after her.  Adam and I do our best to keep her safe.

What’s your motto in life?

Total honesty in all your dealings.

How do the other characters in your book view you?

As a friend, as their former commanding officer and teammate.  Sarah views me as a macho, bad-ass, alpha-male, dominant, chauvinistic, bossy, sometimes arrogant—okay, OFTEN arrogant—sexy commando type.  But she knows I love her to the bottom of my heart and soul and would never do anything to hurt her.  Not even when Adam and I have her chained to the St. Andrews cross and we’re flogging her.

Adam is now the other love of my life.  At first, he and I were friends—no, much closer than friends.  Brothers, almost like twins.  We’ve always known what each other is thinking.  Over the course of the eight years we’ve known each other, and especially since Sarah came into our lives, our feelings for each other have deepened.  In our latest book, Keeping Sarah, we finally acknowledge the deep love we have for each other and start expressing it physically.  It makes for some pretty steamy scenes, that’s for sure.

What do you think readers will find interesting about you?

I don’t know, maybe that I’m sexy as hell?  (Lol)  Possibly that I have total confidence in myself.  A lot of people think confidence is sexy.  Bein’ a SEAL certainly gave me that.

What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?

Letting go of my hang-ups and letting Adam and Sarah tie me up and make love to me.  OMG, that  is SO hot!

Will we be seeing you in future books?

Actually, yes, but only as minor characters.  My author has just started an entire new series of books, the Passion Lake Series, about former buddies of ours who buy a bankrupt town around thirty miles away from us and turn it into a tourist attraction.  They’re all Doms, like Adam and me, and they all volunteer as Dungeon Monitors at our new BDSM Club, so, yeah, Adam, Sarah and I will probably show up in a few of the books in the Passion Lake Series.  The first three, Passion’s Dream, Passion’s Fury, and Passion’s Hope, should be comin’ out early next year.

What makes you happy?

Wakin’ up first thing in the mornin’, and makin’ love with Adam and Sarah when she’s all warm and sleepy and ready for us.

What makes you mad?

Seein’ anybody abusin’ a woman.  A lot of so-called Doms are just control freaks and don’t have the first notion of what the word Dom even means.  We don’t allow those kinds of people in our Club.

Thank you, Jesse Colter, for stopping by and talking to us.  We know you’re on your honeymoon so we really appreciate your time. We are looking forward to reading more about you, Adam, and Sarah in Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah and now in the erotic thrill ride that is Keeping Sarah.

 

 

js-IMG_2362AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

Julie 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 Kidstuff, a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.  For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major resource.  She has also written other resource materials for librarians and 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—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong heroines, hunky alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex.

 

 

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js-lovingsarahLOVING SARAH

Blurb

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?

 

LOVING SARAH — ADULT EXCERPT

“Greedy little sub,” Adam chuckled.  He manipulated her slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding them back and forth until one of the frozen red grapes popped from its dewy prison.  It sat, glistening lewdly, nestled between her sopping wet lips like some obscene sex organ.  “Do not come,” he instructed quietly, working his tongue beneath the grape and sliding it all the way up her slit.  He flicked it rapidly across her frazzled clit before pulling the small fruit into his mouth and chewing noisily.

She was gasping like a beached fish, desperately trying to hold off her climax.

“Do not come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape free and looking at it for a long moment before taking it into his mouth.  “God, you taste delicious,” he murmured, sliding his tongue back and forth along the length of her slit, just barely touching that nerve-ridden nubbin of flesh that was the center of both her pleasure and her torment.  “Like sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet cream.”

She lay there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled his tongue into the depths of her

cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so tantalizingly out of reach.  The orgasm she so desperately craved, yet knew she must not have.  The one she fought with every trembling muscle in her body.

Adam pushed her right up to the edge.  Then stopped.

He straightened, watching her entire body shudder helplessly as yet another orgasm retreated.  He reveled in the power her submission gave him.  Power to control, to direct, to manipulate.  Power to render her helpless against her body’s own dark needs even as he drove her to the ultimate in sexual pleasure.  “You do not have permission to come,” he reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more round red globes into his mouth.  He released her pussy lips and stood up to allow Jesse to take his place.

A sob heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought her body’s brutal need to climax.

Jesse spread her labia apart with his thumbs, revealing her entire slit from her clenching ass hole at the bottom to the portal of her vagina and her clit at the very top.  Her flesh was pink and swollen and dripping with the cream of her arousal.  By now the remaining grapes were held firmly in place within her vaginal walls.  Jesse rubbed his nose along her cleft, lapping his tongue at her dripping entrance, making her shudder and squirm.  Placing his palm over her mound, he pressed down.  “Push,” he said and a grape popped out onto his tongue.

He bit into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a burst of tart sweetness that blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor, making it the most delicious treat he’d ever eaten.  He ate all the remaining grapes, taking his time to dig each one out, finger-fucking her, building her arousal to a fever pitch.  By the time he finished the last one, she was moaning and writhing and burning with the need to come.  “Please, Jesse,” she begged, her voice hoarse with passion.  “Please….”

“Please what?” he asked perversely, grinning as he slowly circled his finger around  her clit, manipulating the surrounding flesh without actually touching the pearl itself, keeping her teetering on the edge, frantic and desperate.

It was pure torture and she gritted her teeth and stiffened her muscles in a losing effort to

keep her climax at bay.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.  “Please let me come,” she begged.

“I don’t know.”  Jesse tilted his head, appearing to consider.  As he did so, he began tapping his thumb repeatedly against her clit, increasing her suffering a hundred-fold.

  1. My. God!  The breath shuddered from her lungs.  Her muscles clenched so tight she feared she‘d never get them to relax again.  She squirmed as her need to climax threatened to swallow her alive.

“Whaddya think, Adam?  Has she earned the right to come?”

Sarah’s beseeching gaze flew to her other tormenter, who gave her a sly smile as he reached for her clamped breasts.  “Yeah.  She’s been a pretty good girl.”

“Then come for us, Sarah,”  Jesse toggled her clit, Adam released the clips on her nipples, and she let out a shriek as her orgasm hit her with the force of an avalanche, blasting through her, leveling everything in its path.  Her back arched into a rigid bow as pleasure clenched her muscles so tight, she thought she heard bones snapping.  And while she was still screaming and jerking about wildly, Jesse stood and unzipped his jeans, freeing his iron-hard cock.  Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her, stroking savagely in and out until she came again, her muscles clamping around him so tightly his eyes crossed.

And again she came, with tremors so violent they rivaled a magnitude 10 earthquake,

even as Jesse spilled his seed deep inside her.  He pulled out and Adam took his place until he, too, climaxed, emptying himself inside her still-convulsing cunt.  He remained deeply buried, rocking his hips hard against her, letting the long, liquid pulls of her inner muscles milk every last drop of come from his pumping cock.  There was so much it splatted onto the floor in thick, milky blobs.  Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulled out, staggering backwards to collapse into the chair behind him, his hand still stroking his dwindling cock, wet and slick with the combination of all their juices.

Sarah flopped back on the table, jerking like a spastic marionette, totally spent, wondering desperately where all the oxygen had gone.

She was dimly aware of Jesse scooping her up off the table and flopping into the nearest chair with her straddling his lap, holding her close, crooning softly in her ear.  His voice came at her from a great distance, gradually fading until there was nothing but silence.  She had passed out.

 

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js-owningsarahOwning Sarah  

blurb

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.

 

OWNING SARAH – ADULT EXCERPT ONE

“There’s my good girl.” His face softened. “Look, sugar, I agree that this is your domain, where you’re in charge. I get it. What you don’t get is that you are only in charge if I’m not in here with you. Because then it becomes my domain, and I’m in charge, because no matter where we are, if we’re together, I am in charge of you. Are we clear?” When she didn’t answer, his eyes darkened.

Pinioned by no more than his black gaze and the hand tightening around her neck, she might just as well have been tightly restrained. She couldn’t move. Not even when he took the final step that closed the distance between them, commandeering her personal space, dark intent in his eyes and raw hunger in every savage line of his face. She held her breath. Her nipples hardened and her stomach plummeted. “Jesse…”

One black eyebrow shot up. “Are we clear, baby?”

She gulped, struggling to maintain her swiftly-vanishing equilibrium. “Y-yes, Jesse.”

“Good. Glad that’s settled. Now, I believe I gave you a direct order, Sarah. But since you seem to be incapable of following it, I’ll help.”

She watched, aghast, as he shoved her chair out of the way with his foot, sending it scooting across the marble floor. With both hands, he unbuttoned her teal silk blouse, jerked the tails out of the waistband of her skirt and removed it, tossing it casually onto the seat of her chair. Reaching behind her, he deftly unclasped her ecru lace bra and pulled it off, revealing her creamy breasts to his hot, hard gaze. Folding the scrap of lace carefully, he stuffed it into the flapped pocket on the left leg of his cargoes. “Offer your breasts to me, Sunny.”

She gulped. Sunny. The name he and Adam had given her—the slave name he and Adam had given her. The name that let her know that a scene had officially started and she was their property until they saw fit to release her. Swallowing again, she curved her hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, lifting them up as if sacrificing them to a pagan god.

Every cell in his body burst into vibrant, throbbing life. He tried to swallow, but all the moisture in his mouth had evaporated and he couldn’t get his tongue to work. Christ! She wrecked him! She simply wrecked him! He still couldn’t believe he finally had her after needing her for so long. Eight years! Eight fuckin’ years!

“Jesus, sugar, your breasts are so gorgeous.” It was a hoarse whisper, barely audible above the blood pounding in his ears. His head descended. He closed his lips around one berry-like nipple and began suckling hard, flicking his tongue across the tight little nub like a scourge, sending ribbons of pleasure lashing against her clit.

Whimpering, she dropped her head back and arched forward, undulating her hips as she sought more of his exquisite torture.

Roughly replacing her hands with his, he plumped the soft pillows of her breasts as his mouth ravaged her nipples, going back and forth from one to the other, licking, sucking, taking sharp little nips that made her squeal, before soothing her with his tongue.

Spiraling higher and higher toward release, she could feel her juices running freely down the insides of her thighs. God, she was close…So close…

Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her, and bent her forward, smashing her wet breasts against the cluttered, glass-covered desktop. Jeez, that’s cold. She sucked in a gasp as he roughly hiked her skirt up around her waist. Cool air brushed across the exposed skin of her buttocks. “Hands over your head, baby, grab the front edge of the desk and spread your legs.”

“Jesse, please,” she gasped, shoulders straining against his superior strength as he man-handled her into the position he wanted. “Judge Walters’s clerk is on his way over here. He’ll be here any minute!”

“Then I suggest you get a move on, little sub.”

“Jesse, please…” She continued to resist, even as tremors of need pulsed through her until she was shaking all over. Part of her, the prim and proper, sexually repressed part, the part she’d named Angel, told her to defy him, since he was clearly out of line by coming into her office like this, expecting her to just drop everything and have wild, desktop sex. The other part of her, the inner, wanton, hedonistic imp she’d named Dolores, knew defiance was pointless. Knew she’d already lost this particular battle. Just do it, goaded Dolores’s shrill little voice in her head. Let him bend you over the desk. Let him force you to have sex—yeah, like he’d have to force you. After all, Dolores clapped her hands gleefully, seeing she had Sarah’s rapt attention, what’s the worst thing that can happen? The hottest man on the face of the planet will fuck you to the best orgasm of your life, that’s what! Really not seein’ the problem here, sweetcakes!

Unfortunately this was the part that always got her into trouble. Because ever since Jesse and Adam had come into her life, this was the part she always listened to. “What if someone just walks right in? They’ll see…”

“Time’s a-wastin’, Sarah.” Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed the elastic waistband of her teal silk and ecru lace panties and yanked them down until they caught halfway down her thighs, stretched to their limit. “Close your legs.” Barely giving her enough time to slide her feet together, he lifted one booted foot, placed it between her legs atop the bunched fabric and shoved the panties down to the floor. “Step out.”

Kicking the scrap of brightly colored silk out of the way with the toe of his boot, he unzipped his jeans, freeing the iron rod of his cock. With a low groan, he rocked his hips forward, humping his hot, damp cock into the crease of her ass. “Christ, sugar, you feel so fuckin’ good! I’ve been dreamin’ about this all damn day.”

 

 

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Review ~ Vampires Among Us by Alice Brown

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by Alice Brown
Publisher: Siren-Bookstrand Publishing

Blurb:
Erica Harper is a human trapped in an abusive marriage with a rogue vampire. Trusting the only friend she has, she runs to him to escape the wrath of her husband. Unbeknownst to her, she runs straight into the arms of another vampire. Kevin O’Rourke is the leader of the VCTF (Vampire Crime Task Force) and a prominent figure within the vampire society. When he discovers his true mate is being abused by a rogue vampire, he must protect her and convince her that they are meant to be together. As Erica begins to heal both emotionally and physically, she realizes that not all vampires are evil creatures. It is during this time that it is discovered she holds a few secrets of her own. But will that be enough to overcome her fear? Can she let go of her past long enough to embrace her future within a society of vampires?

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Crystal’s Review:
I wanted to read this book just because of the title and the cover of the book. It just looked like something I would love to read.

Erica has been married to Shawn for several years. If only he had shown his true character before she said the words “I do.” She lives everyday wondering is she will die or be alive for another day. She’s in a very abusive relationship with a rogue vampire. She doesn’t know that other vampires are not like Shawn. The only outlet she has is college and her friend Kevin.

Kevin knows what Erica is going through but he can’t do anything to Shawn until Erica leaves him. What Erica doesn’t know is that Kevin and his family are vampires. Kevin runs a place called VCTF (Vampire Crime Task Force). This means he has the means to keep Erica safe. The other secret he is hiding is that she is his mate.

I loved this book. It made me love vampires even more. Kevin is the kind of vampire I would love to be with. Yes he blows up and can get angry but he is very patient and considerate of those he loves. He needs it all for Erica, who has a lot to get through. More than he knew to begin with. The author did a wonderful job bringing out the personalities of her characters. I can’t wait to read the other books in this series. I don’t know who they are about but I know I will love them.

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SSLY recommended read

Review ~ Blind Acceptance by Missy Martine

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by Missy Martine

Blurb:

Laynee Conners has been in a school for the blind since her mother died when she was five. Now, her father wants her to come home so he can get his hands on the inheritance her grandfather left her. David and Eric Rivers are brothers, adopted into the Wind River Pack. They’re called home to Wyoming when their alpha wants to do a head count of all his pack members. Children are disappearing from other packs, and he’s concerned about his family. The brothers find Laynee in the woods, drugged and left to die. Both their beasts claim the fragile young woman as their mate. Can a bear and a wolf share a mate? Time’s running out. They have to convince Laynee she’s theirs before her father succeeds in his plans. Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings. ** A Siren Erotic Romance

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Crystal’s Review:

When I saw the cover of this book I just had to read it. It looked very interesting and then I read what the book was about.

Laynee Conners has lived in a blind school since she was five years old when her mother died. Now all of a sudden when she turns twenty-one her dad comes to bring her home. She has never had a relationship with her dad and can’t understand why he wants to have something to do with her now. If only she knew that his plans to go camping involves in a plan to get rid of her.

David and Eric Rivers are shape-shifters and are called home to a family meeting. They are camoing out when they hear a man and his partner discussing getting rid of his blind daughter. They know that they need to find her before something happens to her. When Eric turns into his wolf he finds her surrounded by raw meat and a orange can of pop that has some drugs in it. When his wolf gets Laynee’s scent he knows she is his mate. When David sees her and his bear gets a hold of her scent he finds out that she is his mate to. So Laynee is the mate to a wolf and a bear.

This was a great story and I loved watching the boys interact with Laynee. She never let her blindness get her down and she is not ashamed of who she is. Eric and David has their hands full with Laynee and keeping her safe. This book was a great read and was exciting all the way through. I really enjoy reading books by this author and I will have to see if there is more books in this series so I can find out what happens next.

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