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Gabe’s Revenge (McLeod Security #2) by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8)

Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Gabe’s Revenge. This is book two in my series McLeod Security and a lot darker and longer than the first book. You’ll meet some familiar characters from book one in the series, but don’t worry. There are no spoilers, so the series can be read out of order. 🙂

Gabe and Lissa took me on quite the journey when I was writing their story, so hold on tight, as they find their way to their Happy Ever After.

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Gabe's RevengeBlurb:

Revenge is best served cold…

Gabriel Henshaw is nothing but a monster—a ruthless killer—that’s what Lissa Andrini has always been told. Sold to the man by her own father, she fears for her life, yet she can’t help the insane pull she feels to him. It has to be some form of Stockholm syndrome, surely? It couldn’t possibly be the effect of his Dominant nature effortlessly pulling her under his spell and awakening her latent submissive side.

Beating Andrini to a bloody pulp soothes Gabe’s rage temporarily, but that leaves his daughter. Were it not for a promise to her mother, he’d refuse this payment, not least because Lissa Andrini awakens all of his protective and carnal instincts. The perfect counterfoil for his darker needs and desires, she has the power to bring him to his knees.

Can love flourish when you’re a pawn in a dangerous game?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, Daddy Dom/little girl play

Buy links:

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/gabes-revenge-by-doris-oconnor/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DVMK2Y4/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DVMK2Y4/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07DVMK2Y4/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07DVMK2Y4/

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gabes-revenge-doris-oconnor/1128930437?ean=2940155300489

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/gabe-s-revenge

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/842082

I-Books: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/gabes-revenge/id1400206304?mt=11

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Excerpt:

“Fuck you, Sir.”

The snarky intonation she put on that title, while she yanked her chin up and did her best to stare him down, should have made him do good on his promise to put her over his knee. However, the slight wobble in her bottom lip, coupled with the way every delectable curve of her body was pressed into his frame, meant any such action would be a very bad idea indeed. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, and he didn’t want her first time to be angry sex. She deserved better than that.

“Oh, fuck, we will, my dear, but not now and not here.”

Her eyes grew wide, her already fast breaths sped up even more, and Gabe swallowed a groan. He let go of her and stepped back for some much-needed breathing space. As it was his cock was trying his hardest to break out the confines of the denim surrounding it. Gabe couldn’t even remember the last time he wanted a woman this damn much.

“So, you’re going to add rape to your rap sheet. Murdering innocent women wasn’t enough for you?”

A gasp from behind them alerted Gabe to Mavis’s presence, and sure enough when he turned his head it was to see her standing there. Hands pushed into the pockets of her ever-present apron her lips were pressed into a fine line, signaling her disapproval.

“Parkinson is here, Gabe,” she said.

“Thank you, Mavis, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nodded, glanced at Lissandra and shook her head.

“Tell her the truth, Gabe, all of it. Or this will never work.”

With that, she turned and left them alone on the terrace.

“Oh my God, she knows, doesn’t she? I thought she was nice and I could trust her. Oh, I’m such a fool.”

Lissandra tried to get past him, but he stepped in her way.

“Lissa, don’t.” She pushed against his chest in a vain effort to make him move and then glared up at him.

“Don’t you dare call me that. Only Mama ever called me that. Don’t you fucking dare…” She slammed her hand over her mouth and shook her head. Misery and despair rolled off of her in waves, and Gabe had to fight the urge to take her in his arms. She wouldn’t welcome that move right now, if ever, and now was not the time.

Instead he crossed his arms over his chest, widened his stance, and simply looked at her.

“I’ll call you anything I damn well, please, little girl, and you will lose the attitude. I told you last night, you’re mine now, so you better get used to it. As for Mavis, she is the most loyal person I ever met. Without her, I doubt I would have survived my childhood, so you be nice to her, do you hear me?”

“Or what? You’ll kill me, too?” The mumbled reply grated, and he took several deep breaths to calm himself.

“If I wanted you dead, you’d be six feet under already, girl. After the hit on your father went wrong, I’ve never trusted anyone else to do the killing for me ever again.” He waited for that to sink in, and sure enough her head came up, and she stared wide-eyed, confusion evident on her face.

“I thought… it wasn’t…”

“No, little girl. I’m not such a bastard that I would rob a child of its mother, especially when that mother’s only crime was falling in love and staying with that fucker, Andrini. Besides, I prefer to kill with my hands. Much more satisfying.” He uncrossed his arms and wrapped his hands around her slender throat. Her heartbeat jumped under his palms, and he squeezed just once before he released her. “To feel the life draining out a piece of scum that crossed me … that’s sweet.”

“You’re a monster.” Her whispered reply made him grin.

“Yes, I suppose I am. You better get used to it, little girl, and don’t get any silly ideas of crossing me. You behave and do as you’re told, and we’ll get along just fine.”

She swallowed hard, but gave the tiniest nod, and that would have to do for now.

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“So, you’ll kill me if I don’t behave?”  She mimed quotation marks around that one word and nudged her chin up in a move of defiance that simply served to make him harder. It would be fun to tame all that passion, indeed, and knowing that he would be the first man ever to touch her, to teach her … fuck, what a turn-on that was. Gabe had never cared much about being the first. He wasn’t possessive over the women he fucked. That would mean he cared about them to be anything more than a convenient set of holes to sink his dick into, but this was Lissandra Andrini. His revenge and he was fast beginning to realize his destiny, too. Whether she’d also prove to be his downfall remained to be seen.

“Killing is too easy an out. That’s the only reason Andrini still lives. I want him to suffer, to wallow in his own filth. Death is too good for the likes of him. As for you…” He paused and smiled. “I’ve already told you what I’ll do to you. And once that ass of yours is red raw I will fuck it, so, maybe I’ll kill you after all with the petit mort, at least.”

Her sharp intake of breath almost sounded like a moan, and acting on instinct, he stepped closer, and shoved his hand under her robe to cup her mound. Wet heat greeted his palm, and he smirked, while a blush suffused her pale skin.

“What are you? You can’t … oh…” She tried to clamp her legs together, but one shake of his head stopped her. He forced himself to remove his hand, looked at the glistening evidence of her arousal on his palm and held it up for her to see.

“Protest all you want, Lissa. Hate me if you must, but your body doesn’t lie.” He licked the wetness off his hands and immediately regretted that, as her feminine musk hit his nostrils. Damn, she smelled good.

“I do, I hate you.” Her denial was too breathy to be truly effective, and Gabe laughed.

“No problem, my sweet. You don’t have to like me to enjoy fucking me. Now, go and get dressed, and meet me in the living room in ten minutes. Don’t make me wait, or so help me I drag you out there like this or maybe naked.” He grinned at her simmering outrage. “I’m sure my men would enjoy the view.”

“You wouldn’t dare?”

Gabe threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh, my sweet, never dare the monster.”

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About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Knowing Her Place – Her Teacher’s Teacher, A Guest Post by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

Knowing Her Place is the third part of my kinky BDSM saga, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

The trilogy begins with The Fifth Floor (previously called The Perfect Submissive) – the story of Miss Jess Sanders’ unexpected journey into the world of professional sexual submission under the tutelage of The Fables Hotel’s manageress, and resident dominatrix, Mrs Laura Peters.

The submissive saga continues with The Retreat (Book 2)– when Jess finds herself unceremoniously whisked away from Fables to Scotland, into the custody of her most feared client, David Proctor, and an unusual erotic pseudo-fairytale.

In the final novel of the series, Knowing Her Place, Jess faces her toughest challenge yet- to find her way back to where it all began- the Fables Hotel. But does she have what it takes to escape from The Retreat in Scotland and get home…wherever home may be?

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Knowing Her PlaceBlurb-

Full of unanswered questions after her erotic fairytale experience at the hands of David Proctor and his staff at The Retreat in Scotland, Jess Sanders is desperate to return to her submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxfordshire.

Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.

With a list of five unfamiliar addresses in her hand, Jess is placed in a car and driven away from The Retreat towards England. With no idea of what, or who, awaits her at the each location, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.

To the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.

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Of all the people David Proctor forces Jess to encounter on her journey towards freedom, one of them is someone Jess never imagined she’d meet – but has always been curious about.

Ms Webster. An old lady who, many years ago tutored Jess’s mistress, Mrs Peters, in the art of domination and submission.

Not only does Jess discover a great deal about the history of Mrs Peters and her rival David Proctor, she finds herself (with the help of Max, Ms Webster’s odd job man), being held up as an example of the ideal submissive.

Pippa, Ms Webster’s carer, has always dreamed submissive fantasies – but as Jess knows all too well – a fantasy is one thing, living that lifestyle is something else altogether…

…Without being able to see them, Jess knew Pippa’s eyes would be wide open, and whereas her own palms tingled with the perspiration of erotic expectancy, the girl’s would have a sheen of sticky sweat. Pippa might well have wanted what she’d asked for, but Jess knew better than most that being faced with what you’ve always fantasised about can be as terrifying as it can be satisfying.

Ms Webster laid down her walking stick. Now she was within the realm in which she felt most confident it was clear its reassuring presence wasn’t required. Again, Jess could see similarities between Mrs Peters and the woman who had originally trained her. For Ms Webster appeared, even without her stick, to walk a little taller than she had before Max and Pippa had arrived in her home.

The easy conversation of only moments ago had disappeared as the retired mistress laid out a set of instructions. In one swift, uncompromising command, Ms Webster had Pippa and Jess standing next to each other, their upper garments removed.

Instantly Jess’s breasts felt the tug of Max’s eyes, making them rise and fall under his appreciation. Her throat dried and her pussy juiced as her imagination took its usual route into the infinite possibilities of the excesses she could be about to endure in order to provide others with a good time.

‘Max, if you would be so kind as to help Pippa with the first set of cuffs.’ Ms Webster pointed to the shorter of the two sets of chains as Max eagerly jumped to his feet, the enlargement of his cock visible beneath his denims.

‘Miss Sanders, you may raise your head for a moment, but be ready to return your eyes to the cross on the floor when I tell you to.’

Easing out the muscles in her neck, Jess watched as, placing her small, age-spotted hands over Pippa’s tiny, pale breasts, Ms Webster steered the carer to the opposite side of the cross. Just the cold touch of the older woman’s hands had caused Pippa’s mouth to gape, and Jess tried to guess how long she’d last in the chains before she came. If just the touch of skin on flesh produced a mew and flushing of Pippa’s face so early in the proceedings, then she didn’t think it would be long.

Now she was face to face with Pippa, Jess could take in her appearance properly for the first time. Her petite face, surrounded by a severely cut bob of blonde hair, topped a body which was only about four foot nine tall. All the carer’s features were small and neat, as if in adulthood her body had decided against moving on from its pubescent state. Her breasts were little more than beautifully carved bumps adorned with nut-brown nipples, her belly was so flat it was almost concave, and even though she wore jeans, Jess could tell that the hips beneath were slim, her pelvic bones not yet hidden by the fleshy padding that later years may well bestow upon her.

With a nod towards Max to deal with Pippa, Ms Webster addressed Jess. ‘Miss Sanders, Pippa will be relying on you to be her role model – like many before her, I’m sure. I have told her much about my past life. I think, however, to survive what lies ahead for you when you leave this place, you would also benefit from learning more about the past, particularly about the man whom you are up against.’

‘Mr Proctor?’

‘Indeed, Miss Sanders.’ Ms Webster took Jess’s hands and drew them backward, placing them over her own backside. ‘While you are here, you will not only be teaching by example, but you will be taught.’

Jess clutched her buttocks as her stomach rumbled, reminding her how long it had been since she’d eaten a proper meal. A fact that made Ms Webster smile with an approval Jess hadn’t been expecting.

‘Tell us, Miss Sanders, when was the last time you properly ate or had the chance to sleep?’

She was not entirely sure of the answer, for the days since she’d been given the chance to escape from the confines of The Retreat had begun to blur in Jess’s mind. ‘I had a night in a bed after task one was completed, and apart from some snacks grabbed from the railway stations I’ve visited –’ she caught Max’s eye as she spoke, hoping the mention of the railway would elicit some sort of response from him, but his features remained blank ‘– I haven’t eaten since my first task was completed.’

‘Do you see, Pippa, what being a true submissive means? It requires that not only do you give yourself over bodily, but with that comes certain deprivations you must cope with beyond the sexual, such as the burdens of hunger and lack of sleep.’

Pippa said nothing, but her eyes, which had taken on the glimmer of a woman unable to deny her body’s awakening, clouded slightly.

‘Miss Sanders isn’t a wife who likes the occasional spanking by her husband, nor is she the subservient half of a dominant but loving relationship; which, I suspect, is the type of submission that you yourself crave. She is a professional submissive. A woman who has stepped into a world that can be as lonely and frightening as it is rewarding; and largely consists of not really knowing who you can trust, yet, at the same time, accepting that you have to trust them anyway. It is not a life that is easily adopted. It is a life you have to be born to.’

Jess’s insides turned in a somersault. It had been a long time since she’d analysed her chosen way of life in such practical terms. Mrs Peters had seen who and what she was the first time she’d laid eyes on Jess when she’d gone to work at the Fables Hotel as a booking clerk. Since then, despite her initial personal bewilderment, Jess had come to realise that she had indeed been made for the life. Until now, however, she’d never considered the loneliness of the existence she had. She didn’t want to…

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Although each of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy novels can be read as a standalone novel, you’ll get far more out of Jess’s adventure if you follow it from the beginning.

Available from:

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Smashwords

You can find all the buy links for Book 1 and Book 2 here-

The Fifth Floorhttps://wp.me/P75ZDl-u9

The Retreathttps://wp.me/P75ZDl-10E

Many thanks for hosting me today Lucy,

Happy reading,

Kay x

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Bio

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

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Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

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Aspire to Love by Allyson Young

Aspire to LoveNEAR PERFECTION

Haley Snider thought Warren Chalmers was the perfect Dom, so she transformed herself into the perfect sub. A woman in love is truly blind, because Warren can be such an ass.

Warren doesn’t really know what he wants, and questions the very perfection he apparently sought. Haley leaves Warren before he can reject her, unveiling a surprising temper and steely determination. He is both intrigued and forced to look at himself. He doesn’t much care for what he finds, and is determined to change, to seek Haley out and really get to know her.

Realizing that her obsession with Warren has kept her from being true to herself and him, Haley decides to embrace life differently. Upon reconnecting with her, Warren discovers his best friend Gordon Sinclair has a different idea in mind for them all, and that life can be filled with both friendship and love. And hot sex.

TRUE PERFECTION

Haley Snider left her selfish Dom and sought solace with her best friend. Gordon Sinclair facilitated Haley and Warren Chalmers’s reunion—with a twist. He proposes a ménage relationship. But Haley isn’t so sure. She’s afraid of getting hurt again and also wants to pursue her career and live her life outside of the bedroom, something Warren hadn’t accepted before. She resists their attempts at building a relationship and then tragedy strikes.

She blames herself, believing she has been selfish and her desperate, guilty feelings cloud her thinking. She won’t walk away this time but will wait for Gordon and Warren to realize she’s brought them too much trouble and tell her to leave. In the meantime, she will try to make amends, reverting back to pretense.

It takes considerable effort on her men’s part to help Haley face reality and accept what she truly needs and deserves.

ABSOLUTE PERFECTION

Georgios Andreas’s wife, Jane, left him and died under mysterious circumstances. Afterward, he avoided relationships outside of club play.

At a ceremonial claiming, he meets the sister of the submissive, there to bear witness to her sister’s claiming. Iris Snider draws him, initially because she looks like Jane, but he quickly realizes she is so much more. He is powerless against the attraction.

Georgios sweeps her off her feet, insisting she too is submissive. Iris, for the first time in her life, leaps before she looks. She falls in love and submits to Georgios, hoping for more than a D/s relationship, and he, too, dares hope for more.

Iris then sees a picture of Jane and is devastated by her resemblance to Georgios’s dead wife. She refuses to take the leavings of a ghost. Georgios gives her space, inadvertently putting her in danger. Jane’s killer is still out there, and he, too, has seen the resemblance. And he hates George.

Buy Links:

Universal- https://www.books2read.com/u/4EDXVM
Ibooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1355500386
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/aspire-to-love-allyson-young/1128111022;jsessionid=9E976046F4F12E45C61A3CDA14A0F261.prodny_store01-atgap13?ean=2940155004448
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BC681W3
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/aspire-to-love

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Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She’s always enjoyed the written word and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, she, along with her alter ego and three coauthors, has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres—50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

Running to Love by Allyson Young

Running to LoveBlurb:

The Running to Love complete series of 781 pages includes six previously released, rewritten, dominant romances- Away, Breathe, Broken, Done, Surrounded and Apt.

Buy Links:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/running-to-love-allyson-young/1127833191?ean=2940155392477

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079DX5QPP

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/running-to-love-the-series

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1334896415

Universal link:  books2read.com/u/b6rqDy

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Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

She is a bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid author, and, along with her alter ego and three coauthors, has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy and suspense genres—50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

http://www.allysonyoung.com

allysonyoung45@gmail.com

New Release: The Big Book of Submission Volume 2

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to announce that I have a story in a brand-new anthology out today! The Big Book of Submission Volume 2, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, features my tale, The Sound of Silence. Read more about the collection below.

Blurb:

Whether you are simply curious about submission or regularly revel in the delights of BDSM, these sixty-nine erotic short stories about submissives will turn you on! From participating in a musical recital that takes a very kinky turn to making a grocery run while using sex toys to indulging in a risqué office encounter during working hours, these subs delight in obeying (or deliberately disobeying) their masters and mistresses in public and in private. They are rewarded and punished in the most wicked of ways that will leave you breathless. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, with stories by Selena Kitt, Jade A. Waters, Dorothy Freed, and Sommer Marsden among other talented writers, The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 offers arousing tales that delve deep into the thrills of spanking, bondage, power dynamics, service, exhibitionism, erotic adventure, and much more.

Grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-big-book-of-submission-volume-2/

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36286814-big-book-of-submission-volume-2

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

Wicked Takeover (A Wicked Brand Novel – Book 1) by Tina Donahue (@tinadonahue)

Wicked TakeoverBlurb:

She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.

Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance, recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.

Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves, Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Excerpt:

Dante considered asking her for ID.

She was Frank’s little girl?

He had expected Frank’s daughter to eventually show up and claim her inheritance. However, he hadn’t been prepared for anyone like the woman who stood before him.

She and her dad looked nothing alike, not even within the same family tree or forest. Frank had been short for a man, no more than five-five, and painfully thin even before his heart problems. His hair had been curly and red, his features on the homely side, given his big nose and protruding teeth.

Lauren’s mouth was exceptionally nice. Plush lips tinted a delicate rose and further enhanced by a tiny mole to the side.

Something shifted inside him, and he tried to ignore the pleasant feeling but couldn’t. It nagged and kept building. Her delicate features were sweet and pretty rather than sensual. Her deep blue eyes went really well with her honey-blond hair. Cut shorter than his, a few strands brushed her cheeks.

He wanted to ease them back. Good sense warned him against touching her and coming on too strong.

Lauren’s blush had gone from pink to bright red, which gave her some color. If she lived in Florida, that was a major surprise. She was as pale as a corpse and dressed like a modern-day nun.

Dante inhaled deeply. Thankfully, she didn’t smell like incense but rather a subtle floral fragrance tinged with musk.

Heat pooled in his groin.

Lauren blinked rapidly and lifted her face, her lips not far from his. For a woman, she was tallish, probably five-seven, five-eight, without her heels.

She stepped back.

He resisted the urge to follow. Wasn’t easy.

Her prim clothes didn’t hide her lush, womanly figure. He’d never been into the skinny women that advertisers coveted. He liked Lauren’s curves and the innocent yet sexy vibes she gave off. Still waters running deep and all that.

He edged closer.

Her fingertips touched his abs.

Not to stroke him. She was reaching out to shake hands.

Her fingers were soft and moist, a delight to hold. He squeezed them gently.

New color flooded her face and throat. A soft smile touched her lips.

He liked that. “So you’re Frank’s little girl.”

Caution replaced her earlier sweetness. Hurt filled her eyes. “We’re related.” She spoke barely above a whisper. “Or were.”

Her reaction wasn’t a surprise. Frank had told him what had happened long ago. Stuff Dante wasn’t about to bring up now. Not his place. He called himself a fool for bringing attention to her relationship—or lack of one—with her dad.

Her tightly bunched shoulders eased from their protective stance, but she didn’t fully relax. “And you are?”

He’d forgotten to tell her. “Dante Avana. Your dad hired me on as manager, though I do my share of piercings and tats.”

Lauren stared at his left biceps. She got a dreamy look. So did she like the design or his arm?

He puffed up, strangely proud about the possibility of either.

She shifted in place and glanced around, taking in the parlor.

Before their silence grew too uncomfortable, he took command. “Want me to show you everything you own?”

Lauren slanted him a look.

He gave her one right back. She’d be fun to tease and share laughter with. “You know—furniture, equipment, computers, other stuff?”

She got soft and feminine again, then composed herself quickly, like she’d flipped an internal switch.

In his experience, transformations like that generally happened with cops or attorneys. He suspected she might be a lawyer.

She smoothed her suit jacket. “Can I ask you something?”

He hoped it wouldn’t be about her dad, given the history Frank had revealed. “Shoot.”

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About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Relentless (Tortured Love #3) by Ravenna Tate (@ravennatate)

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RelentlessBLURB

For years, Blake the Snake, as he was known to his Alpha Chi Gamma brothers, took pictures of the conquests of auction winners having sex with their “prizes” at the fraternity’s annual Spring Bacchanalia. It was all in fun, until he stopped a young woman from being raped by the football player who had won her.

From that moment on, Blake Bombay’s life changed forever. He became obsessed with Kendra Kensington, and worked tirelessly to keep her safe. While watching her from afar, he plotted and planned for the day when she would be his. Trouble was, she didn’t know it. She never saw his face that night or learned his name. But that didn’t matter to Blake. She was his. She had always been his, and one day she would be his forever.

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EXCERPT

“Oh, wait. What have we here?” He turned her around so her back faced him, and brushed his hand across her soaking wet slit. “Oh, Kendra…”

There was no answer. She couldn’t even moan. She was lost in the heady sensations once more of his hands on her, caressing her in exactly the right way to bring an orgasm close. He played with her clit, teasing it until Kendra’s moans grew loud, and she pushed back against him, wanting more.

“What should I do with you, you naughty girl?”

Oh, what a question! “Anything you want.”

His soft chuckle sent a thrill racing through her. “You might regret saying that.”

“Not a chance.” Every cell in her body tingled with desire.

When he lifted her skirt, he brushed his hand over her ass cheeks, alternating them. “You really do have a beautiful ass.”

“Thank you.” She was out of her mind with need. Nothing existed except his touch on her skin.

The swats on her ass were light at first, but Kendra had to hang onto him once he began. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her clit contracted in tiny spasms as the strikes grew harder, burning now each time he hit her. But at the same time, Kendra didn’t want him to stop. Her climax inched closer when she flexed her Kegel muscles, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her groin and out to her fingers and toes.

“Let’s see how much you like this.” He brushed his fingers over her labia. “Oh, wow. I’d say a lot.”

The giggles turned to moans when he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Blake kissed her neck as he finger-fucked her, his thumb now rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts. She clutched his arm for support as a crazy orgasm began, and when he realized what was happening, he bent her over the table until her she rested face down on the surface. Her torso was supported, but her ass was bare.

“Please don’t stop, Blake.”

“I won’t, sweetheart.” He continued moving his fingers in out of her until the climax finished. She was so wet, Kendra heard slurping sounds when he finally removed his digits from inside her pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” Blake spanked her a few more times on each cheek, harder this time, before she heard the sound of a zipper. “I can’t wait, Kendra. I’ve never done anything so fucking sexy in my life.”

The tip of his dick rubbed her ass cheeks, and Kendra was certain she’d go out of her mind long before he got it inside her. He ran one finger along the crack of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck you right here, on this table. What do you think about that?”

“Yes. Please!

“Oh, Kendra…” He grasped her right hip and slid his cock into her pussy, groaning loudly. Kendra cried out in pleasure as he slammed into her. His thrusts were quick and powerful, and she loved it. Being taken like this, still fully clothed and bent over the dining room table, was the kinkiest thing she’d ever done.

While David Bowie sang about his China girl, Blake fucked her like a runaway train. When he massaged her clit again, another climax tore through her, making her dizzy with its intensity.

“Kendra … oh my God, this feels so damn fantastic!”

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