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Dangerously Bound – Excerpt

Dangerously Bound

Initiation into Submission: High Protocol

Book Five

Was this going to be a brilliant moment or a colossal mistake? Just coffee and breakfast. She should walk out of the room, go home, and pretend Vance wasn’t hazardous to her health.

She glanced around the bedroom. There wasn’t just a bondage bed. In the corner of the room, a steel contraption was bolted to the floor. She touched the cold steel. The metal glinted in the light. She ran her fingers along the smooth finish.

“It’s a forced orgasm frame.”

Gabriella snatched her fingers from the metal and spun toward Vance. Her cheeks flushed.

He crossed the room, his movements stalking her. He gripped the eight-inch horizontal steel bar in the center of the vertical support. Two wrist manacles dangled from each end. “These anchor your arms behind your back.” He wrapped his arm around her middle. “The ones on the floor shackle your legs.”

She glanced to the base of the frame. Two more steel cuffs would keep her legs spread about eighteen inches apart. A large steel collar at the top of the main vertical support would wrap around her neck. A three-point attachment angled toward the lower part of the frame.

“It holds a wand.” He smiled, a slow seductive, secretive grin that caused a riot of shivers to chase along her flesh. “Have you ever come so hard, so many times that you gush fluids? The pleasure borders on pain, but you’re helpless to stop.”

“No,” she said a bit breathless. “I’ve never had any orgasm.”

“Ah, baby. You have to let me fix that.”

“I mean, I haven’t had one of those types of orgasms.” Could she blabber any more unfortunate truths about herself?

“You make me hungry, Gabriella.” He kissed her shoulder.

The dark tone of his words sent a blush of warming along her neck. “Maybe we should go eat breakfast.” Although, she didn’t think he meant food.

He chuckled. The sound vibrated into her, puckering her nipples. “Eggs and toast?”

“I’m easy.”

“If you were easy, baby, I’d be having pussy for breakfast.” He headed toward the door. “Scrambled?”

She nodded, too stunned to speak.

A few minutes later, she found him in the kitchen stirring eggs on the stove. “Can I help?”

“Do you know how to make toast?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m Italian. I can even boil water.”

Beautiful Liar – Excerpt

Beautiful Liar

Initiation into Submission: High Protocol

Book Four

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“Look at me.” He caressed her flesh with his thumb.

“I can’t. It will make me hot. I’ll spread my legs and beg for you to finger me here in the club…again.” She spread her legs anyway. “Why can’t I say no to you?”

He laughed. “Because you’re my submissive.”

“I’m insatiable. And being here doesn’t help. Everywhere I look, someone is getting something I want.”

“Are you feeling deprived?”

“I shouldn’t be. But I went so long without, now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Across my lap.”

She glanced around them. “But it’s public.”

“Look at these people. They are just like us. Do you really care that they’ll see your ass? They’ll hear the crack of my hand and your moan of pleasure. I want to see the blush of rose across those sensitive stripes from last night.”

Lyric hesitantly stood. Brooks scooted forward and widened his thighs. Draping herself across his lap, her breasts crushed against him, and her arms braced against the edge of the chair. The flounce of her skirt shimmied higher, exposing the curves of her buttocks and the strap of her lace panties that disappeared into her sweet crack.

He caressed the smooth curve. The welts from last night had flattened, leaving behind a kiss of redness. “Are you tender?”

“Yes.”

He grazed his thumb along her seam between her cheeks. Then he cracked his hand against her firm, smooth flesh. Her glutes tightened. He slapped her again, enough strength to tease the sting, to bring a flush to her flesh, but not enough to tame her demon. He would.

Sliding his finger onto her crotch, he cupped her warm, wet heat.

She moaned as her head dropped.

Brooks spanked the fleshiest part of her buttocks. Lyric gusted a harsh breath with each swat.

“Lick my hand,” he demanded, putting his palm in front of her.

Her gaze connected with his. She licked her lips, then lapped his palm, leaving his hand glistening.

Then she cried out with the next stinging slap of his wet palm on her heated flesh. His hand tingled. He slapped her again. She trembled against his legs.

“I need my hand wet just like your pussy.” He held his palm out to her again.

She spit on his palm then licked. She gripped the chair with one hand and his leather-clad leg with the other and braced for the impact. The sound of his hand to her backside played like music, an aural seduction, and a titillating aphrodisiac.

Lyric moaned, quivers rippling over her.

“I want to fuck you with my fingers, right here. Yes, no, maybe?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

Brooks slid two fingers under the elastic of her panties and curled them into her soaked core. She needed nothing else to shatter. She came, her moan of pleasure rivaling her moan of acceptance from the pain of his hand on her luscious ass. She draped across his legs, blonde hair cascading to the floor, and a becoming blush to her buttocks.

Without leaving a scar, he’d left his mark.

Forbidden Excerpt

Forbidden

Initiation into Submission: High Protocol

Book Three

She was his salvation, but she’d also become his temptation. For both of them, he had to master his feelings, because to master her risked losing her. While she talked dirty to him now, her version of sex wasn’t the same as his. She wasn’t submissive, wouldn’t enjoy the sting of his flogger or the punishing intensity of BDSM.

“Don’t stand there and stare. Just because you don’t want to sleep with me, doesn’t mean you can’t fall asleep with me. Don’t worry, Gavin. You’re safe from me. I heard you when you said we’re only friends. I won’t hold you down and have my way with you.”

Gavin sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “Claire,” he searched for the right words, knowing nothing he could say would fix the rift between them. He wanted more than she could give him. More than he’d ever be able to demand from her. “You’ll thank me one day.”

“Don’t make me feel worse.” Her softly spoken words cut through him like a blade to his chest.

He took off his boots. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this side of Claire. Not that he expected her to be virginal, but he also hadn’t expected her to throw down accusations…accusations that challenged his intentions. He had always felt the simmering attraction between them, never acknowledging or speaking of it.

He couldn’t ignore it or her now.

Gavin slid into the covers. Darkness settled over him, but he wasn’t going to sleep any time soon. Her soft breaths filled the silence. Warmth from her body seeped into him. The scent of her lingered in her sheets. He rolled to his side, drinking it in. His balls tightened, and a shiver raced along his spine.

He’d slept with her before, on the couch, up camping for a weekend at the lake, or crashed on the floor in front of the television. But never in her bed…or any bed. Shifting his legs, he reached into the front of his jeans and gave his erection room to stretch.

Lying in the dark, he remembered back. He’d been there for all the important milestones in her life. For all the heartache and pain as well. She shared everything with him. And he hid the darkest but most honest parts of himself from her.

Long minutes passed, and he finally began to relax.

Then Claire shifted in her sleep, her ass fitting perfectly against his groin. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, afraid to move, to wake her and lose the delicious torment of having her pressed against him.

The pattern of her breathing changed. Shallow breaths fluttered her chest.

“Claire?” He ran his hand over her hip, the silk of her panties teasing his fingertips.

“Yes?”

He shifted in tighter behind her. “I never said I didn’t want you.” He slipped his palm onto the taut plane of her belly. “I said I wouldn’t be good for you.”

“But I’d be good for you.”

Brutal Honesty – Initiation into Submission: High Protocol – Excerpt

Brutal Honesty

Initiation into Submission: High Protocol

Book Two

One night didn’t equate to a relationship. But the connection revealed more than sexual attraction.

Maybe the whiskey had hit his head and his thoughts took him to a place that didn’t exist, a place

Sipping from his whiskey, he stared at his phone again. Then he set the drink aside and sent her a text. Brutally honest?

After several minutes, she responded with a question. Did tying her up turn you on?

Not as much as you watching. One more thing he found attractive about her. She didn’t hide her truth. Why did you come to the dungeon? He waited, blood rushing through his ears, for her response.

To know the truth. A text immediately followed. About you. where he had her in his private dungeon.

His truth. His inner most desires, fears, needs. The pieces of him that didn’t fit the image he projected to his family, friends, colleagues, or contacts.

That was a demonstration. Not what I’d do to you.

He waited. Then when she didn’t reply, he sent a question mark.

His phone rang. His heartbeat spiked. On the second ring, he tapped to answer. Rather than say hello, he said, “Be sure you want to know the answers.”

“Did you come?”

“Tonight?”

She sighed. “Yes, did tying her up make you hard? Did you take her to a private room and make love to her? Why did you ask me to go home with you if a rope girl is what turns you on? Why pretend to enjoy sex with me when clearly what we did isn’t enough flavoring in your ice cream?” The rapid fire of questions made his head spin as he tried to keep track of them.

“Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart?” Her voice took on a clipped, sarcastic edge. “That’s what Ronan calls me, and I don’t want to mix up my Doms.”

Avery clenched his teeth. “He calls you sweetheart?”

“It’s not your turn for questions.”

He leaned back on the couch and let her voice seep into him. “Rope girl doesn’t turn me on. You do.”

She snorted. “Two nights in a row at Protocol. You’ve proven that to be a lie.”

“I’m not lying. If I wasn’t interested, why would I continue to pursue you? I want you tied up, breathless, your nipples hard, your cream on my fingers, and your teeth sinking into your red lips as you come.”

She didn’t speak, but the cadence of her breath changed. “Is this BDSM phone sex?”

“No. Just answering your question on what would turn me on.” His turn for a question. “Did you sleep with Ronan?”

“No, we didn’t sleep.”

Jealousy clawed at his thoughts. “Did you fuck him?”

“It’s my turn for a question. Did seeing me with Ronan turn you on?”

“No.”

“That’s all I get as an answer?”

“Fuck no.”

Damaged – Initiation into Submission: High Protocol – Excerpt

Damaged

Initiation into Submission: High Protocol

Book One

The crack of his whip…her initiation into submission.

Evelyn Larsen is numb. She’s lost her job, her lover…and herself. She doesn’t want love or passion, but she does want to feel again. She wants the pain of BDSM…even if it means she’ll have to endure the pleasure.

Businessman and Dom, Alex Ferraro isn’t interested in anything more than scenes in his dungeon. But the haunting look in Evelyn’s eyes draws him in. Under his control, he could set her free. But once his, will he be able to let her go?

Adult Excerpt

(graphic content with violence)

He grasped a pair of leather manacles. He pressed his lips to her pulse point before wrapping the leather securely around her wrist. “Remember, your safeword stops everything.”

An audible swallow, then she nodded.

“Submission doesn’t make you weak.” He led her to a steel wall. D-rings, spaced twelve inches apart, ran parallel to the ceiling. More hooks, approximately ten feet apart ran vertically up the wall. To the left, a selection of chains dangled from large C-hooks, and to the right, an assortment of whips hung from their handles.

Evelyn’s eyes widened as she crossed in front of the whips and then stared at the cold steel.

“This is what you want?” he asked.

She bowed her head. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breathing. “Yes.”

“The first strike will take your breath.” He whispered close to her ear, grazing his lips along her neck. “The second will sting.” He took her wrist and pulled a section of chain through the metal ring on the manacle. “Turn around.”

She faced the wall, trembling.

“Are you afraid?”

Evelyn licked her lips. “Yes.” She glanced into his eyes. “But not of you. And not of the pain. I want you to hurt me.” Her gaze pleaded with him to understand. “But I’m afraid you won’t.”

“I’ll hurt you so long as the pain brings you pleasure. I won’t abuse you.” Did she understand there was a difference? He leaned in and touched the seam of her lips with his tongue. She sucked in a sharp little inhale.

Alex stretched the chains to the D-hooks above her. She rested her forehead against the cool steel, her arms creating a wide V over her head. He repeated the process to her legs, spreading them just wider than shoulder width apart and then chaining her to the wall.

He trailed his fingers over the round curve of her smooth, heart-shaped ass. His fingers trailed lower, sliding between her thighs. “I want to touch you here.” His finger slid between her folds.

She rolled her forehead, side to side, against the steel.

He paused. “Is that a no?” He waited for her to answer.

“Whip me first,” she whispered.

Alex had several whips, but the thirty-six-inch bullwhip with the hard, leather wrapped handle and the woven tail gave him the most control. One stinging stripe at a time. He cracked the whip against the wall. She jumped, a little yelp slipping from her at the startling sound. He curled his fingers around the warm leather and struck the wall again in the same spot. He wanted her to see, from the arc of the woven tail, he mastered control of the whip.

He flipped his arm to the side. The tail whistled through the quiet room and painted a line across the flat of her scapula. Evelyn moaned, and her shoulders bunched. Another stripe landed one inch below the first.

Her hands tightened into fists.

The next three snaps of the whip came in quick succession.

Evelyn cried out, her body pressing against the cold steel.

Sweat slipped along his spine, and his cock hardened. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Powerful in her acceptance of the pain. He repeated the strikes to mark her left side. The bright red flesh puckered with thin precision welts, creating a perfectly symmetrical pattern of ridges.

Evelyn gasped. She sank her teeth into her lower lip.

Alex dropped the whip, crossed the space, and crashed his lips onto hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, stealing her breath and relishing in her submission. His fist tangled in her hair as he ate at her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. He growled, gently biting her lower lip, the same way she’d bitten down during the thrashes.

“Can I touch you now?”

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A fantastic Group of Authors – The Reincarnation Series

I’m so please so share that I have a new book coming out in the Reincarnations series.

I want to thank these amazing authors for bringing me into their group to contribute Syre, the 9th book in the series!

Her name is Syrena, given from the land that holds her secrets. Once hunted to extinction, she was the last of her kind. Now as the Syre, she offers her gift of eternal life to reincarnated lovers.

Ethan Duncan enjoys the cold, a symptom of being in love with a vampire. He’s spent lifetimes trying to heal her soul. But she continues to deny herself the promise of love.

The Reshad, deadly dragons, have returned. Ethan vows to sacrifice himself to ensure her survival. To save him, she’ll become the hunter and fight the enemy to the death…maybe even hers.

The Reincarnation Series is a multiauthor series based on the vampire, reincarnation, and a second chance at love. Each has a happily ever after. Read them all vampire romance lovers!

Black Lotus, Book 1 – Author Kristal Dawn Harris
Vintage, Book 2 – Author Laura M. Baird
Switch, Book 3 – Author Hannah Morse
Blood Tears Book 4 – Author Alyna Lochlan
Eternity, Book 5 -Author April Hollingworth
Renaissance, Book 6 -Author Kristal Dawn Harris
Buccaneer, Book 7-Author Kristal Dawn Harris
Dreamcatcher, Book 8 -Author Marilyn Barr
Syre, Book 9 -Author Kyann Waters

Coming April 2022!

A new book coming this summer!

Money never bought him what he really wanted…and money only ever bought her trouble.

Ben Larsen needs a deterrent. His family wants to see him married. Maybe it’s time to give them what they want. His best friend, Amber Cross is engaged, but not to him. If he borrows her for the week, he’ll make his mother happy and it would finally show his ex that he’s moved on.

Amber needs perspective. She’s engaged but she’s beginning to wonder if she’s marrying the wrong man. She’s pretending to be Ben’s fiancé, but the kissing and touching are real.

The ruse is working perfectly, but lies, betrayal and a billion dollars carry a high price. Will it cost them their friendship and destroy their relationship?