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Nothing Else Matters by Peri Elizabeth Scott

Nothing Else MattersBlurb:

Claire and Liam had a good thing going until he walks out of her life. Being dumped without warning is devastating enough, discovering she isn’t pregnant leaves her without even a part of him.

Withdrawing from everyone, she moves to another city and immerses herself in work, the better to forget Liam. Not that it’s working. Claire is a one-woman man, to her despair.

Back stateside after an unexpectedly long deployment, security contractor Liam Cafferty has accepted the truth: walking out on Claire makes him a coward. Thinking it for the best, given his dangerous profession, doesn’t cut it. She should have been given the choice.

With the biggest heart of any woman he’s known, he’s hopeful she might take him back and makes it his new mission to convince her.

Claire must decide what matters: her pride or taking another chance on Liam—and love.

Buy Links:

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Bookstrand: https://www.bookstrand.com/nothing-else-matters-mf

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QMPFB53

Barnes & Noble: https://tinyurl.com/y33va2hf

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/nothing-else-matters-15

*****

Excerpt:

The streets were full of people as she used her phone to arrange an Uber. Small groups with youthful faces, couples, and the occasional single individual moved along, their destinations unknown but likely the restaurants that crowded downtown, or maybe a club later on after dusk fell. The camaraderie left her cold, and with some desperation to escape, she scanned the curb for her lift.

Maybe she was indeed crazy, choosing to cut herself off from everyone, cutting ties with her old life, all to forget Liam. Because, newsflash, it wasn’t working. She was like one of those historical romance novel heroines who languished and withered into old age after losing a beau. Whatever empty spaces that opened up in her head, past all her attempts to fill them, Liam snuck in.

While she waited, she opened her messages, trying to shut out the people and noise around her that were reminders of a different life. There weren’t many on the phone. She had no one local to give the number to, outside of work, sad commentary. She was more like one half of those werewolf or vampire couples who wasted away without their mate.

Joanne’s number came up several times, and there was also a text. Hoping nothing was wrong, she opened it.

Haven’t been able to reach u b/phone and u haven’t responded to vms. Assuming u r busy but u should know Liam is looking for u. Call me!

Suddenly lax fingers nearly let the device slip to the pavement, and she tightened her grip. Rereading the text, she remembered to breathe and swayed on her feet.

“Claire?” His familiar voice, hard on the heels of Jo’s text, was surreal. Had she conjured him?

She resisted the urge to spin wildly and shriek at the top of her lungs. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t prepared. How was this happening?

His SUV was nose-in to the curb, the back end blocking traffic and already, impatient drivers were honking. But her attention was on the tall, broad-shouldered man rounding the hood.

“Claire.”

He hadn’t changed at all. Unless one considered the burnished skin and a leaner look. Her stare took in his appearance in minute detail, and something in her chest lurched his way, even as her feet tried to carry her in the other direction.

Hand shaking, she held it up as if to ward off an advancing horde and shook her head. “Go away!”

*****

About the author:

Peri Elizabeth Scott aka Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of April 2019 she has published eight series and several standalones, with others in the works.

www.perielizabethscott.com

https://www.facebook.com/sweetnspicyauthor/

Destined by Dragonblood (Blood Born #2) by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke) #MMF #Shifters #Dragons #BDSM #Bisexual #Menage #Contemporary #Romance #HEA

*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.

Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.

Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master’s club.

When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.

Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all.

PURCHASE LINKS:

Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/destined-by-dragonblood-by-lynn-burke/

Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/BloodBorn2

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131128665

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/destined-by-dragonblood

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/destined-by-dragonblood/id1458681516

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/932157

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EXCERPT:

Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.

I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.

I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.

The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.

A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.

I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.

Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.

My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.

How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?

My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.

Please.

My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.

I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.

My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?

A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.

Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.

Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.

My female.

Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.

No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.

He’s touching her. Mine.

My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.

The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.

I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.

Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—

My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Mate.

Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.

His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.

I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.

A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”

His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.

My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom.

© Lynn Burke 2018

*****

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

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Gunner’s Flame (Devil’s Outlaws #2) by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke) #MCRomance #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA

Blurb:

Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs, yet tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention—and puts him in the line of fire—he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil.

The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles.

Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers.

PURCHASE LINKS:

Changeling Press – 15% sale: www.changelingpress.com/gunner-s-flame-devil-s-outlaws-mc-2-b-2851

Amazon Universal Link: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME

B&N: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130959894

Kobo: www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gunner-s-flame

iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/book/gunners-flame/id1457275424

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EXCERPT:

Appropriate or not, I rifled through Shelby’s bureau, pulling out comfortable-looking clothing rather than the sexy underthings I’d have loved to see on her body. The second she’d stripped down to a mere t-shirt, nipples pebbled from the cold air of the house, my dick had decided to fuck with the goddamn situation and enjoy the sights.

And her ass beneath those damn fatigues? Shit. Even better than I’d imagined.

I adjusted myself, teeth clenched, and made my way back across the hallway to the closed bathroom door. My soft knock went unanswered, and I opened the door enough to speak though. A blast of that herbal scent from her shampoo tightened my dick to the point of pain.

“I got you some clothes,” I said, slipping them onto the sink beside the door, keeping my gaze averted from the shower directly ahead.

“Thanks.” Her voice broke.

“You okay?” How many times had I asked her that, knowing she’d say yes even though she wasn’t? I wasn’t usually one for a loss of words. “Shelby?”

“Y—Yeah.” She sniffled a bit, and the shower shut off.

I forced myself to step back into the hall and quietly closed the door in front of me. Shelby had to be in shock—I wouldn’t put it past her to climb out of the shower without a thought of her nudity while I stood in the doorway.

Dick aching, hands clenched at my sides, I told myself she needed a friend, nothing more. Sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her didn’t lessen the tight confines of my leathers. A bookshelf on the far wall held old paperbacks, pictures, and knickknacks, and even an old gray stuffed bunny that looked well-worn and well-loved.

I wondered at her life before that day, her childhood, what happy moments she’d tucked away in her memory. I wondered, too, at the life ahead of her and how she would cope with becoming a civilian again—alone, without family except for a cousin she wasn’t close with, and without the brotherhood-type club that had helped me.

While I expected she wouldn’t be able to handle group therapy, I knew of two therapists who would fit her in if asked. Talking her into it would be another matter altogether since most returning vets didn’t want to be seen as being weak—even though seeking help wasn’t in my book.

With a shitty family—old, drunk dad, deceased mom, younger sister addicted to pain killers—I’d been thankful to find someone who helped me unload. I’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but none of them had understood my need for the Navy and the Outlaws after getting out. I needed that companionship, that brotherhood that gave my life meaning after struggling to adapt to home again.

Shelby’s arrival in the bedroom’s doorway prickled my skin with awareness and wiped all thoughts but her from my head.

Waves of damp red hair hung to her waist. She’d gone without the bra I’d included in the pile of clothes, and the tight t-shirt revealed every goddamn curve of her plump tits, including her tightened nipples.

I clenched my teeth and tore my gaze off her before my eyes could eat up her long legs encased in dark leggings and wonder at the color of hair hiding her pussy. “Come over here,” I said, pulling back her comforter and angling my body away from hers to hide my straining erection.

She obeyed without a word, curling on her side to face me, hands folded beneath her cheek. Light blue eyes fringed with equally pale lashes with a hint of red at their tips, peered up at me as I slouched to a crouch beside her bed.

My hand moved on its own to smooth strands of her hair away from her face, and she sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut beneath my touch, her freckles stark against her pale skin. “Will you stay while I sleep?”

“If you want me to.”

“Yes. Beside me, please.” Her brow furrowed. “I—I can’t be alone right now.”

Knowing there was no way in fuck I could crawl under the covers and hold her close, I laid down on top of her comforter behind her after texting Brewer to let him know I wouldn’t be returning to the compound that night. Shelby turned and tucked herself into me the best she could considering the blankets between us and let out another sigh.

“Thank you for saving my life and bringing me home.”

“Thank you for allowing me to be your knight in shining armor.”

A huff of light laughter escaped her, and my lips responded. I pulled her closer, settling her cheek on my chest and rubbed my fingertips against her scalp.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake?” she murmured, her voice fading.

“Promise, sweet thing. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

*****

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

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The Perfect Submissive Box Set by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

Readers, hold on… it’s a crazy ride. If you like your erotica dark and dirty, then this is the book for you.” –The Romance Reviews

The Fifth Floor

Hidden on the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its select guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine…

It was one of the better ones [BDSM novels] that I have read… overall, The Perfect Submissive is a great read. The plot is excellent and it leaves you wondering what is going to happen next?” – Sizzling Hot Books

The Retreat

No sooner has Jess Sanders embraced her role as submissive, when Mrs Peters, informs her that she and Miss Sarah have been loaned to The Retreat; an adult establishment in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess finds herself caught in a mind-bendingly erotic fairytale experience at the hands of the unyielding David Proctor, and his staff.

Desperate to return to her submissive life on the fifth floor, Jess finds herself trapped. David Proctor wants to keep her for himself…

“…The characters are fascinating with a depth that you don’t get often. They each have various facets to their personalities that make them unique and realistic. They are compelling and one moment you will love them and the next moment hate the same character.  This is true throughout both books as we are introduced to new characters in The Retreat…Kay Jaybee does a great job of involving us in the plight of various characters  especially the  main character, Jess…”  Illustrious Illusions.

 

Knowing Her Place

Desperate to see Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, and the Fables Hotel again, Jess discovers she can win her freedom is she agrees to go on a specialised quest.

With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, the submissive is driven from The Retreat in Scotland towards England.

With no idea of what or who awaits her at each stop, all Miss Jess Sanders can do is hope that her journey will eventually take her back to the fifth floor, where she truly knows her place…

“If you like your BDSM dark and full of tension, then this is the book for you. Overall, a fab read. Absorbing from beginning to end with lots of delicious twists and turns, it left me wondering when the sequel is coming out!” – Erotica For All

The Perfect Submissive trilogy Box Set is Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

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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 Perfect Submissive Trilogy; The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), 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

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Ties That Bind by Poppy Flynn (@PoppyFlynn1)

Ties that BindBlurb

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s legal director, Logan Thornton.

Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US 

*****

Excerpt

Logan kissed the tip of her nose. “My other hobby is photography. I like to capture the beauty of Shibari on film, for the world to see. I was hoping, one day, that you would let me photograph you.”

“Tied up?”

“Tied, suspended, decorated with my ropes,” he breathed reverently. “I’ve never met anyone I want to immortalise more. You would be so perfect.”

Luanna’s eyes were wide with surprise. She wasn’t sure if she was flattered or not. No-one had ever said anything like that to her before, although she knew Logan certainly meant it as a compliment. She rubbed her forehead. Lord she had a lot to think about!

“We could start with some of the decorative stuff,” Logan tentatively suggested. “Just something simple so you could get used to the weight and the feel of the ropes. The time it takes to construct a piece.”

He stroked a thumb across her cheekbone. “And maybe we could try some of the kinbaku, with the erotic knots placed in strategic areas designed to stimulate and arouse. “I can’t lie,” he murmured, feathering a light kiss over her lips and across to her ear. “I want to see you like that.”

Luanna closed her eyes, he was seducing her with his words and his tone and the images he was painting in her mind. His mouth continued to rove down her neck to her shoulder where he bit tenderly, then laved with his tongue.

The images Luanna had seen on the web the night before swirled in her head and collided with the sensual glide of Logan’s hands and mouth.

“Now!” she whispered boldly. “I want to try it now!”

Logan reared back at her words, then plundered her mouth with an intense and passionate kiss. She could feel the barely restrained hunger her words had unleashed and was swept along with it.

Logan scooped her up in his strong arms and strode towards the bedroom without another ounce more encouragement and before she knew it, she was laid out on the bed, stripped of every bit of clothing and he was there, standing over her, still fully dressed, with a duffle bag in his hand which he lovingly referred to as his ‘toy bag’, where he kept all the tools of his kink.

From it he removed several lengths of rope.

Holding it up for her to see, he explained, “This is silk rope. It’s soft and doesn’t chaff. Sometimes other ropes are used specifically for their different textures and how they feel against your skin. Hemp or jute for example, but for now, we’ll stick to this and start with something simple.”

He looked down at her, an animated gleam in his eyes. “What do you want to try first? He gave her the option. “Something decorative or something erotic?”

Luanna gave the decision due consideration. What did she want from this, to see how it looked or to feel what it might do for her? In the end she decided it was like trying on new shoes. They might look great when you put them on your feet, but it was impossible to tell how comfortable they were until you had walked in them for a while. But if they made you look and feel sexy and confident, then that went a long way to making up for any other shortcomings. She decided to apply the same logic here. Shibari might look pretty or it might restrain, but from what she understood, the subtle nuance between that and kinbaku was in the eroticism. Right now, that seemed like the better option. If she was ever going to embrace this fetish that meant so much to Logan, then it needed to do something for her too.

*****

Author Bio

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

Poppy x

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Nothing To Regret by Rachel de Vine (@racheldevineuk)

Nothing to RegretPublishing Date: March 22, 2019

Published by Rachel de Vine

Special Pre-order Price 99c (or equivalent by country)

Post publication date $2.99

Universal link: https://bookgoodies.com/a/B07PGJM4NV

Blurb:

Beatrice, fresh from university, is determined to become a writer, but her sheltered life in 1950s England, as a vicar’s daughter, ill-equips her emotionally to become one. She decides, just ten years after a major world war has ravaged Europe, to travel alone around the continent, to not only discover a life outside her protected bubble, but to discover herself.

Arriving in France in 1955, she meets Sabine, a beautiful, older French woman and her lover, Charles, an Englishman, a French resident for many years. Both Charles and Sabine are captivated by the beautiful, but naïve and sexually innocent English girl, and Beatrice is willingly drawn into a three-way steamy love affair with the two.

But Charles, although charismatic, is sometimes moody and melancholic—a relic from his dysfunctional childhood. He falls desperately in love with Beatrice—with tempestuous results. When all seems lost, and Beatrice is in despair, help reaches her from an unexpected source. Will another man, waiting in the wings, help her to pick up the pieces of her fractured life?

This steamy love affair has an emotional centre that will tug at your heart—and other parts too, as Beatrice travels from innocence to maturity in just a few, short months. But will she achieve her dream of becoming a writer? Or will she return home with a damaged heart?

*****

Excerpt:

Sabine kissed me again—a longer kiss this time. Her tongue slid over my lips, as though seeking a way into my mouth. It was such a completely unknown sensation. I opened my lips just a fraction, but it was enough for her tongue to slither between them into my mouth. This must be what lovers do when they’re locked in a clinch, their tongues secretly entwined.

I stiffened a little as I felt Charles’ hand reach under my skirt, sliding it slowly up my thigh. He stopped at the top of my leg, as though giving me time to adjust to its presence—whispering into my ear, as Sabine continued kissing me.

“Don’t be afraid, my darling. You have a beautiful body just waiting to be discovered. Sabine and I want to discover it together. We want to seek out your hollows and your curves—to teach you about making love.”

My floral summer dress had buttons from neckline to waist. Sabine stopped kissing me and slowly began to unfasten the little pearl buttons, until the material gaped open to reveal my white cotton bra. How I wished I owned some more glamorous underwear—of the type I was sure Sabine was wearing.

Charles intervened, clearly anxious to make progress in their joint seduction. He reached down and lifted up the hem of my dress, drawing it over my hips and further up my body, until he could remove it over my head, before dropping it in a heap on the floor. I almost stopped breathing at this point, so great was the intensity of feeling throughout my body. It wasn’t too late to stop them, if that’s what I wanted. But I didn’t want them to stop. I was desperate to step over the chasm between my youth and becoming a woman. I’d never felt as desperate about anything in my entire life. I was excited about stepping into the unknown world of sexual love.

Sabine kissed me again, as Charles unfastened my bra, slid it off my shoulders, and dropped it onto the floor. His warm palms found my breasts and I heard a faint intake of breath from him as his hands covered them, softly massaging and stroking. I shivered, but not with cold. No one had ever touched me like that before. I didn’t know such sensations existed.

I was conscious that my breasts were much smaller than Sabine’s, and regretted my lack of womanly voluptuousness. Would Charles notice and make a comment. Oh, why was my body so girlish? Why didn’t I have a body like Sabine’s? My lack of size didn’t appear to be bothering him however. His hands continued to gently massage my breasts.

I started as I felt Sabine’s hands on either side of my hips slowly begin to slide the top of my knickers downwards from my waist. Charles must have felt my sudden movement, for he nuzzled and kissed my ear, whispering to me.

“Hush, darling, it’s fine, everything’s fine. Relax. Let it all happen. We’ll take care of you.”

*****

About Rachel de Vine:

I have been writing erotic romance as both Rachel de Vine, and Juliette Banks, for about five years. I like to explore the sensuality and sexuality of my characters. I have also written short stories and have just begun to write some poetry, encouraged by the writing group, The Nu Romantics, of which I am a member.

I am British, and love travelling to other countries. I hope to continue doing so for the rest of my life. I also love music, reading, and enjoying my beautiful garden.

Some of my previous books are:

Songbird, by Rachel de Vine

The Artist, by Juliette Banks

Out of the Darkness, by Juliette Banks

Roxy, by Juliette Banks

I also have a short story in the anthology by The Nu Romantics, called Beyond the Last Page

All my books can be seen on my Amazon Author Pages below:

https://www.amazon.com/Rachel-de-Vine/e/B00N58ULQW

https://www.amazon.com/Juliette-Banks/e/B01K0EIMNW

My website is www.racheldevineauthor.com

Find me on Twitter at www.twitter.com/racheldevineuk

And www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

Find me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/racheldevinewriteruk

And www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

I have a magazine-style newsletter, sent monthly, containing recipes, free erotic short stories, humour, book details, and sexy pictures, called Rachel’s Retreat

If you would like to receive a copy, please send an email asking to join Rachel’s Retreat subscribers list, to

racheldevineuk@gmail.com

and I will be delighted to send you a copy.

Mid Week Tease: I’m not giving up. #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty BoundChapter Two

Surprisingly, everything did look—and feel—better in the morning. Though that was most likely the result of spending the best part of two days tucked up in a warm, comfortable bed—despite not being aware of it for much of the time.

Connie’s temporary bedroom was filled with light, and on this occasion, it had nothing to do with electricity or light bulbs. The sun forced its way through and around the fabric of the curtains, apparently trying to make everyone aware it had won the battle with the clouds and rain—for now, at least.

She let out a yawn and stretched, while psyching herself up to clamber from the warm, soft embrace of the bed. Just because things seemed better now didn’t mean she relished the day ahead. She had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do, for starters. That had been a perfectly acceptable state of affairs when she’d first taken off, since all she wanted to do was put as much distance as was physically possible between her and him. Now, though, she couldn’t stop her brain from chiming in with questions:
Where will you go? Where will you sleep? Where will you wash yourself, your clothes? What will you eat? What will you do when your money runs out?

Unable to answer any of the questions, Connie growled at her own annoying—not to mention extremely concerning—thoughts, then reluctantly threw off the thick duvet and got up. Padding over to the en suite, she resolved to take things one step at a time to avoid becoming overwhelmed and sending herself into a panic. She wouldn’t get anything done if she became paralysed by fear. Her mental state was fragile enough as it was.

First, use the bathroom. Then get cleaned up. Get dressed. Pack your bag. Leave this room in a tidy state. Go downstairs and find the kitchen to get some food. Then go and see Frances.

She stopped there, since there was nothing else beyond that. But that was seven things to do. Maybe if she did them all at a fairly languid pace, by the time she’d checked a few off, her brain would have supplied something to tack onto the end. Some kind of action plan. Or even just an action would do. Anything that wasn’t nothing. Nothing was hopeless. Pointless. If she fell down that particular rabbit hole, she may as well turn around and head back to where she’d come from.

No. No way. I am a strong, intelligent, resourceful woman. I’ve got this far, which is an achievement in itself. He is nowhere to be seen. I’m the one in control now. I can do this, make a new life for myself. People survive much worse situations than this—even thrive. And so will I. I’m not giving up.

Grab your copy now: http://mybook.to/dutybound

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