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Serena Traydon was tired of playing it safe. All her adult life, she’d done what was expected—worked hard, went to school, cared for her aging grandfather, and ignored her own needs. Just once, she wanted someone to take care of her and bring her passions to life. But those deeper, darker desires seemed so forbidden without the right partner.Keith McLauren had spent years training for this moment. He was a Dom and a he’d finally found the perfect submissive. She might be his secretary but she’d never been at his beck and call. Could he make her his without ruining everything?
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“Serena, I can tell you’re dying to ask me something. Ask it.”
“Do I know you? Do I see you every day?”
“Yes, you know me.”
Serena pulled her legs up and wrapped her free arm around them. This man was someone she knew. Someone she worked with. There was no telling what he knew about her. Or, she realized, what she knew about him, if she knew who he was. Shaking, she rested her head on her knees.
“Are you involved with someone? Are you in a relation—”
“No,” he answered abruptly. “I owe nothing to any woman. Or man,” he added, considering what she had said about Claire. “I understand your fears, Serena. Let’s go through a few basic questions so I get a better idea of where things stand. I don’t want to assume something about you and frighten you or unintentionally hurt you. I need to know just what sexual experiences you’ve had. All right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling slightly reassured. “First question?”
“Have you ever been blindfolded or bound during sex?”
“No, nor spanked or—”
“Let me ask the questions.”
“Sorry,” she winced, although he sounded more amused than irritated.
“But I’ll make a note of that,” he murmured. “So you’ve really only been involved in vanilla sex.”
“What does that mean?”
“Mostly you on the bottom, him on top. Every now and then, you would be on top. That about describe it?”
“Except for me being on top. I’ve only had sex with two men. Once in high school and neither of us knew what we were doing. And,” she exhaled noisily, “the last one told me I wasn’t very good at sex. He said I didn’t seem to enjoy it or know what to do or anything.”
“Did he know he was practically your first lover?”
“Yes.”
“In other words, he threw away an opportunity to be your teacher and set the bar for anyone else,” he observed. “So, if you have no objections, I will teach you.”
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Having withdrawn from society life, Grant seizes the chance to dominate the woman he's lusted after for years. But afterward, Grant must again deal with the spotlight when Francine's ex strikes back at her publicly. Can they overcome life's obstacles to make fantasy reality?
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She closed her eyes. She had dreamt of that
voice! In her dreams, that voice had commanded her to take her clothes
off and wait for him in bed. To kneel at his feet. And whispered in her
ear that she’d been a very bad girl and he was going to spank her.
“This is what happens when your reading goes beyond what your mother would approve,” she whispered. “When you wonder what else is out there.” She stared at the box. “I should shove this box and both cards back at the delivery man and tell him to…” She closed her eyes. “I’ll only ever get this one chance. Do I dare take it? See what it’s like to have a man do whatever he wants with me? What if the guy last night was right? What if it was Kevin and not me? Do I want to be more than the Ice Queen?”
Fingers trembling, she opened the box. On top of the tissue was another card.
Very good, my dear. If you truly want to find pleasure, then dial speed one on this phone. I will tell you what to do to prepare for surrendering to me. For twenty-four hours, I will make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true. Even those you haven’t imagined.
Francine lifted the tissue and took the phone. Hitting the buttons, she stared at the watercolor art on the wall. Was she insane? She had no idea who this man was!
“Francine,” came the same deep voice.
“Who are you?”
“The man to make your fantasies come true.”
“I mean, what is your name?”
“No names. This is for just twenty-four hours. No strings. No emotions. Just pure sex.”
“This is what happens when your reading goes beyond what your mother would approve,” she whispered. “When you wonder what else is out there.” She stared at the box. “I should shove this box and both cards back at the delivery man and tell him to…” She closed her eyes. “I’ll only ever get this one chance. Do I dare take it? See what it’s like to have a man do whatever he wants with me? What if the guy last night was right? What if it was Kevin and not me? Do I want to be more than the Ice Queen?”
Fingers trembling, she opened the box. On top of the tissue was another card.
Very good, my dear. If you truly want to find pleasure, then dial speed one on this phone. I will tell you what to do to prepare for surrendering to me. For twenty-four hours, I will make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true. Even those you haven’t imagined.
Francine lifted the tissue and took the phone. Hitting the buttons, she stared at the watercolor art on the wall. Was she insane? She had no idea who this man was!
“Francine,” came the same deep voice.
“Who are you?”
“The man to make your fantasies come true.”
“I mean, what is your name?”
“No names. This is for just twenty-four hours. No strings. No emotions. Just pure sex.”
The Master's Choice
Desperate to escape the emotional horror of her previous marriage and
to reconnect with her sexuality, Ally
Brown takes a chance to push her boundaries and becomes a submissive at a sex club. Twenty-four hours with the war-scarred Dom, Master JW, and she can't imagine submitting to the demands of any other. Can she let go of her own insecurities long enough to breach the walls this hero has built around his heart?
A retired combat sniper, JW Franklin returns home to face an uncertain future. He's seen too many good men, too many brothers in arms, go down to a bullet or to the battle still playing out in their minds. Dealing with his own ghosts seems takes him away from everything, even family. Twenty-four hours with new submissive Ally gives him a glimpse of peace and maybe even a bit of hope for what he could have. She's his for the taking—if he acts in time to save her from herself.
“One spanking,” he murmured, his hand coming up and touching her collar. “Should I make it two?” She dropped her eyes and he grunted. “I gave newbies fresh out of basic a chance. I can do the same with you.”
As he punched his code into the panel near the door, Ally felt relief sweep through her body. Now, if she could pay attention, she might just make it through the next twenty-four hours with her ass intact. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm and propelled her into the room ahead of him.
Startled, she whirled about to face him. Striding toward her as the door slid closed behind him, he pulled the cloak from her shoulders before removing the barrette that held her long hair back at her nape.
“Kneel, Ally.”
Knowing what was coming, she obeyed but did not sit back on her heels. His hands were on his belt.
“May I, sir?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he replied, moving his hands away.
She quickly worked the buckle, moving the ends back a loop before releasing the button and easing the zipper down. He shoved his slacks and briefs down. She inhaled. His cock was semi-erect, but she could tell that it would be larger than most she’d been exposed to over the past month.
“May I touch you, sir?”
“Yes.”
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Loner, John Quincy Stormcloud is one of the best in
his business--a security expert with no ties or emotions. Assigned to
protect a sexy computer programmer who has seen too much, he breaks the
first rule of bodyguards - never get involved. But he can't resist the
allure of her feisty innocence, can't keep his hands off her tempting
curves, and can't stop until he makes her his.
As an up-and-coming computer programmer, Debbie Sheldon has had one hell of a year, dealing first with the sexual harassment and ideas stolen by her male co-workers, then an attack on her friend. Vulnerable to her buff bodyguard's dominant seduction, she can't resist as he draws her deeper into submission. She needs him for the pleasure his body provides, but can he see her as more than job?
Excerpt:
Brown takes a chance to push her boundaries and becomes a submissive at a sex club. Twenty-four hours with the war-scarred Dom, Master JW, and she can't imagine submitting to the demands of any other. Can she let go of her own insecurities long enough to breach the walls this hero has built around his heart?
A retired combat sniper, JW Franklin returns home to face an uncertain future. He's seen too many good men, too many brothers in arms, go down to a bullet or to the battle still playing out in their minds. Dealing with his own ghosts seems takes him away from everything, even family. Twenty-four hours with new submissive Ally gives him a glimpse of peace and maybe even a bit of hope for what he could have. She's his for the taking—if he acts in time to save her from herself.
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“One spanking,” he murmured, his hand coming up and touching her collar. “Should I make it two?” She dropped her eyes and he grunted. “I gave newbies fresh out of basic a chance. I can do the same with you.”
As he punched his code into the panel near the door, Ally felt relief sweep through her body. Now, if she could pay attention, she might just make it through the next twenty-four hours with her ass intact. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm and propelled her into the room ahead of him.
Startled, she whirled about to face him. Striding toward her as the door slid closed behind him, he pulled the cloak from her shoulders before removing the barrette that held her long hair back at her nape.
“Kneel, Ally.”
Knowing what was coming, she obeyed but did not sit back on her heels. His hands were on his belt.
“May I, sir?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he replied, moving his hands away.
She quickly worked the buckle, moving the ends back a loop before releasing the button and easing the zipper down. He shoved his slacks and briefs down. She inhaled. His cock was semi-erect, but she could tell that it would be larger than most she’d been exposed to over the past month.
“May I touch you, sir?”
“Yes.”
To Seduce and Satisfy
To Purchase
Loner, John Quincy Stormcloud is one of the best in
his business--a security expert with no ties or emotions. Assigned to
protect a sexy computer programmer who has seen too much, he breaks the
first rule of bodyguards - never get involved. But he can't resist the
allure of her feisty innocence, can't keep his hands off her tempting
curves, and can't stop until he makes her his.As an up-and-coming computer programmer, Debbie Sheldon has had one hell of a year, dealing first with the sexual harassment and ideas stolen by her male co-workers, then an attack on her friend. Vulnerable to her buff bodyguard's dominant seduction, she can't resist as he draws her deeper into submission. She needs him for the pleasure his body provides, but can he see her as more than job?
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With that determination, she opened her door and
strode down the hall. At the kitchen archway, she froze at the sight of
him standing at the counter with his back to her. How the hell had she
forgotten how big he was? Nearly a foot taller than her own five-four,
he was probably double her weight and all rippling muscle as he poured
his coffee. The ridge of his spine led between the flexing heavy mass of
his back to black briefs that clung to a tight ass and thighs as thick
as tree trunks.
“You keep staring at me like that and you’ll make me blush,” his deep voice teased her.
As she stared at the strip of black cotton that was all he wore, he turned around and her gaze landed on something just as impressive as his back. The purplish head of his cock poked up from the waistband. Ignoring her weeping pussy, she raised her eyes to his face. Tanned skin stretched over a high forehead, narrow nose, and prominent cheekbones. His eyes were nearly as black as his shoulder-length hair. Swallowing his coffee, he smiled at her.
“Morning, little girl,” he greeted her in a husky tone.
Her eyes dropped to his broad chest, and the crease of his six-pack took her right back to his thickening erection. Gasping, she whirled around. She heard the thump of his mug on the counter. Knowing that he was going to come after her, her mind ordered her body to move, to run back to her room. Her body ignored that direction. Her toes twitched, but that was all the movement she managed before his hands caught her shoulders.
“You keep staring at me like that and you’ll make me blush,” his deep voice teased her.
As she stared at the strip of black cotton that was all he wore, he turned around and her gaze landed on something just as impressive as his back. The purplish head of his cock poked up from the waistband. Ignoring her weeping pussy, she raised her eyes to his face. Tanned skin stretched over a high forehead, narrow nose, and prominent cheekbones. His eyes were nearly as black as his shoulder-length hair. Swallowing his coffee, he smiled at her.
“Morning, little girl,” he greeted her in a husky tone.
Her eyes dropped to his broad chest, and the crease of his six-pack took her right back to his thickening erection. Gasping, she whirled around. She heard the thump of his mug on the counter. Knowing that he was going to come after her, her mind ordered her body to move, to run back to her room. Her body ignored that direction. Her toes twitched, but that was all the movement she managed before his hands caught her shoulders.
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