Guest Post: The Beginning by Cherrie Mack #FreeRead #Erotic

First, I would like to thank my hostess for having me as a guest today. I am thrilled to be here.

My newest read is free, courtesy of Evernight Publishing. This paranormal romance is based on a character from A Late Summer Bloom. It occurred to me, Cecily Jareau, needed her story told. Why was she so jaded? What caused her to hate her royal coven? Why did she want to walk away from her power and her witchhood?

Because her story comes to a satisfying conclusion in A Late Summer Bloom, I thought it would be fun to go back, just a little and tell the story of how it all began. After all, don’t we all love to fall in love? That no holds barred, can’t keep our hands to ourselves, butterflies in the belly kinda love?

Yeah, me too. My hope is you take the time to download and read, The Beginning-Witches Of The Bayou and love it as much as I loved writing it.

((HUGS))

Cherrie Mack




The Beginning

Witches Of The Bayou

Free Read

Cherrie Mack

 Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: 5/27/14

Number of pages: 46

Word Count: 11k

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
 

Book Description:

 A young and powerful witch of royal birthright longs to be human. When she meets a human man who gives her the love she’s never known, her decision to renounce her heritage is an easy one. But, not everything is what it seems.


This exciting, short story is a prequel to A Late Summer Bloom—Witches Of The Bayou.



Excerpt:

 

Cecily sat at Al’s House of Blue’s for the fifth night in a row. She sat in the same seat sipping the same drink and watching James play his trumpet. Having a date afterward had become a welcome routine. She was falling hard for the dashing, swoon-worthy musician and her libido had suddenly awakened from its life of hibernation. Wanting him on every level, not just physical, had her worried.

Did she dare to dream he felt the same way? He certainly gave off a territorial vibe when it came to her. And although being human was James’ advantage, it served as his drawback as well. The fact remained, she was a witch—a witch of royal status. The covens wouldn’t allow her to renounce her origins so easily.

She sighed. James hadn’t even kissed her yet and here she was thinking of a life outside the boundaries of magic.

“You look far away tonight. Everything okay?” James stood near, his aftershave soothing her anxiety.

“I’m fine.”

He pulled a chair up close to her and sat down, taking her hands in his. “No. You were thinking about something that made you sad. I could see it in your eyes.”

“And that bothers you?”

“It bothers me a great deal.”

She stared at his mouth, licking her lips. “Why?” And why haven’t you kissed me?

Without warning, swift and certain, James leaned in and kissed her lips. The contact surprised her, making her pull back. But as she leaned away, he leaned forward, not allowing her to move out of his reach. His lips claimed her, branding her with a fiery passion she never experienced. The crowd was no longer a consequence as she returned his affection. Their tongues entwined in a blistering exchange sending a mass of intense impulses bolting through her blood. 

The velvety texture of his mouth was more than she could stand. His tongue, hot and slick, moved in a sinuous rhythm, owning her, imprinting his being within her heart. This wasn’t a kiss—this was a declaration. And Cecily wanted more of it. When he pulled away, she felt exposed, like a raw bundle of nerves left unprotected in the smoky atmosphere.

Applause could be heard from behind her, the audience clapping at their display. The glorious feeling disappeared quickly when Cecily recognized Brigitte standing at the back of the room. James leaned over to whisper in her ear. “After this set is over—I wanna do that again.”

She gave him a nervous smile. “Yes. I’d like that. But right now, I need to use the powder room.” She fanned herself, gave him a wink and rose up on wobbly legs. When she headed for the ladies room she saw Brigitte fall in step behind her. 

After they waited for it to clear out, Brigitte leveled a stern look at her. “A human man? Really?”

Cecily stood with her hands on her hips. “James. His name is James. And yes I want a human man because ultimately, I want to be human.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened as if Cecily had committed the worst of sins. “They are unworthy. Not just of a witch but—but you? You have aristocratic blood in your veins. You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m serious. Neither you, nor Percy and his band of blue-blooded bullies are gonna change my mind.”

Brigitte’s facial features relaxed. “We’ll just see about that.” Cecily panicked. She’d been living as a human for over a week, performing no spells, no magic. She washed dishes and clothes and floors. She purchased food at the market, she cooked. And she was comfortable doing all of it. Now, about to embark on a human relationship, so close to a physical, loving connection, an obstacle was thrown in her path.

Just like always. Her life was one big hurdle after another.  Happiness was a breath away and once again she was faced with a complication she never saw coming. That kiss should have been one of her happiest moments but was ruined by the mere presence of another of her kind. 


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About the Author:

 

Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside. When she isn't writing, she is busy chasing her children around, laughing with her husband, struggling to learn meditation and hanging out with her best friend--a mutt named Bailey.

 

Over the last year, Cherrie has continued to flourish, writing contemporary erotic romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy and her latest, paranormal romance. Her ability to cross genre's fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn't settled into any given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.

 

A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.

 

 
Spotlight on Pleasure Andriod 7.1 #FreeRead and Love's Labyrinth by @Stein_Ella

Hello, everyone! I’m here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but first of all, a very huge thank you to my blog hostess for having me. These are my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared :) Writing has always been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.

 

First, a little bit about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).

 

 

 

Blurb:

Zola is dismayed to discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.

 

Excerpt:

What the fuck.

A seven-foot-tall box occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the prime male specimen behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with dusky skin, dark brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full lips—basically, he looked like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for high-end products.

With his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He looked as though he slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.

I sighed, hands on my hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth birthday, she got me a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought she’d actually follow through. It had to be her—she was the only other person who had access to my apartment.

On the box, in large, blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and underneath it, in fancy script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if it was my pleasure to get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around it. The back and both sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was supposed to be romantic, their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Although, I could remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made my heart skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was probably why my friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing. It stood there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid watching on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in the tub with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.

A plan formulated: get the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics Corporation, to come pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At five foot five, it had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side, planning on then pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy. So heavy, it didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.

Exhausted, I plopped down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to build up a sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out to be. There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by. Since they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe even weeks, I thought miserably.

Not fair that here I was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and peaceful. I jumped to my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way to do this. Turn him on and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The more I considered it, the more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.

 
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Okay, I hope you liked the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”. I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.

 

 

 

Blurb:

Auria enters the magical Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just might be her only hope for salvation.  

 

X-Rated Excerpt:

Brener’s tongue flicked masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my breath, feeling my insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.

But just before it came, Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy protested, my clit throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest, in supplication, but then my whole being froze.

Brener was sitting back on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body stiff with shock. The same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

He was gigantic, appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips and his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the tension that gripped me.

I gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy.

Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying he was not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.

“Who are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.

“Jhennen,” he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”

“What are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.

“I suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was nonthreatening, but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here, same as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”

Outraged, I sputtered, and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off his face, but remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you mean, participate?”

“Is it the word or the concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone light.

“You’re not participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn about and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.

“I think not. The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d cross paths here.”

 

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Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy… Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love to get to know all of you, and even though my blog is new, I post regularly and update on life and my writing progress. Thanks so much for stopping by today and reading. You can find me here:

 






Cover Reveal: Will and Pleasure by @IyanaJenna

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Coming June 22, 2014

 

JMS Books

 

Blurb (unedited)

 

Unlike his brothers, Jake Welther preferred to stay with his mother when his parents got divorced. So he was surprised when he was called to attend the reading of the will upon his father's death. Jake never thought he’d get anything from the will. As it turns out, Jake's father left his four sons not the house or the money but a young man named Luke.

 

A male prostitute Luke thought things wouldn't go so bad until one unfortunate night an encounter with a client ended with him curled up in an alley filthy and caked with things he’d rather not think about. A man came to help him, but there was no way Luke could know that the man he knew later as Craig Welther, Sr. was worse than any of his clients.

 

About the Author:

 

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

 

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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Opening Sentence ... New WIP
We're taught as authors that from the first sentence, we need to catch the reader's attention. Whether it be the dialogue, the opening paragraph, the information we give, whatever, it needs to be catchy, quick, and grab the person reading.

Seems simple enough, right?

More often that not, it isn't.

The opening of someone's story usually sets the tone for the rest of the novel as a whole. It essentially gives that beginning peek of what a person is worth with their writing, what their style is, and the immediate grip they have, or don't, on the character telling the story. After all, almost all sneak peeks available from vendors start from chapter one, or the prologue, right?

It should be strong. It should be instant.

Should...should...should...

Really, it should just be whatever you want it to be. You should tell the story how it's meant to be told. I've never had an issue seeing the opening of one of my stories before. I've always known who would speak first, or who planned on ruling the tale right from the very beginning.

But, I still think it should catch the reader, too.

Here's the opening sentence of my newest WIP, titled Spray Paint Kisses:

"Isn't that illegal?"

Catchy? Cute? Funny?

It really works to set the tone for this story, anyway.

--Kris
Where have I been ... #WritingCave #AuthorHaze
Wow, a post from me. The first in what? Three weeks, or more. Yeah, I know.

*shakes my head to clear the haze*

Sadly enough, I've been battling the worst case of writer's block ever. For months, nothing was coming. Scenes weren't putting themselves together. Characters wouldn't talk. I swear, it's a writer's biggest frustration and worst dream come to life. Because when we are dreaming, it's usually the stuff we want to write, what we know we should, but then when we wake up again, the words just are not there.

I've always had the mantra that, "It'll pass. Keep writing, even if it sucks. It'll pass."

It wasn't passing this time. I wasn't writing at all.

I knew what it was, though. I knew the cause and didn't want to deal with it. The closer I was to finishing The Russian Guns series, the worst the writer's block became. I didn't want to finish it. I didn't want to write the end of the story to the characters I loved the most of all my characters. I also didn't have a choice.

There were tough scenes, harsh emotions. Things some readers will identify with, and some others will be hurt by. In the final book, there are triggers. Still, it was the way I meant for the story to end, for these characters of mine to finally have that one last HEA--because technically, I gave them one in every book. (I don't personally believe in cliff-hangers, myself)

At the first of this month, The Score stood at a word count of 30k. I couldn't make it past what I had already written. Then, one morning, I woke up and couldn't not write it anymore. By the 17th, I had finished the first draft at a standing count of 85.7k. Big jump, there.

That's what we like to call the writer's cave, or falling into the haze. Words flow, people disappear, life doesn't matter. Every little thing that doesn't have to do with exactly what we're writing falls to the wayside. Family, unfortunately. Eating, hey, only if someone brings you something. Work? Because I have to pay my bills, but you can bet your ass every second I was considering the next scene I had to finish.

Yeah, a haze. That's where I've been. Finishing that, breaking the block, forcing myself to finish something I didn't want to personally see end. Now, it's on to something new.

And when you have so many ideas floating about in your mind, I think choosing what to write next is a form of writer's block all on its own.

--Kris
Spotlight on Storm Clouds by Tamsin Baker

Storm Clouds by Tamsin Baker

Fantasy M/F Erotic Romance with F/F and F/F/M scenes.


Blurb:

Nayla is United to her beautiful unicorn Bronte. She knows the legends and is waiting for the United pair that will complete their life.  When Gorvan arrives with Seinna, his United, she knows instantly he's her soul mate.

But Gorvan is stubborn and scared. He wants to keep moving from town to town and doesn’t believe Naylaa about their need for one another.

Naylaa must make him see it... before greed and stubbornness tears them and their beloved unicorns apart forever.

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Musical Inspiration
Lately, I've needed something, anything, to get me to write. Mostly because the things I've been writing have dealt with some heavy, heavy subjects. Tough for my characters to handle, tougher for me to put them through it. So, I went in search of music that reminded me of just love. It is the end all, be all for my characters, anyway.

I love this song ...


Blog Tour: Midwife to Destiny by Nana Prah #Review


Midwife to Destiny
by
Nana Prah
Destiny Series, Book 1
Contemporary Romance, Multicultural


BLURB

Ghanaian nurse Aurora ‘Ora’ Aikins never expected to find the love of her life while on vacation in South Africa. Engaged to another and believing that love has no place in her life, she returns to Ghana, and puts duty and honor first.

Three years later, Dr. Jason Lartey still can’t get Ora out of his mind or his heart. After learning she never married, he takes a risk and moves to Ghana hoping to rekindle what they started. His sudden appearance in Ora’s Emergency Department sends sparks flying all over again.

They’re in the same country, working in the same hospital, and together but distance creeps between them. Can they make their destined love one for the ages?  


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The pain pulsing through Aurora ‘Ora’ Aikins’ injured wrist transitioned into a delicious, unfamiliar tingle when Dr. Lartey touched it.

“It’s just my luck to come on vacation and get hurt,” she huffed in frustration as she forced herself to not sigh at the pleasure his gentle probing touch evoked.

“You were very lucky. The x-ray shows your wrist isn’t broken, but you sustained a very bad sprain so you have to be careful with it,” he said, sounding all business-like.

Each time he touched her wrist, her stomach twisted and her awareness of him as a man, with the need to get to know him better, intensified.

These sensations unnerved her but the gorgeous man she had the privilege of calling her doctor seemed unaffected.

His confident stride had drawn her attention when he’d entered the consulting room. His spicy, with a citrusy undertone, cologne filled the sterile hospital air, making her nostrils flare to take in more of his unique scent. Deep brown eyes had perused her chart as she’d taken in his short-cropped hair, high cheekbones, and thick lips that brought kissing into her mind. Dark smooth skin rivalled the richness of high quality chocolate.

Ora scanned the emergency room cubicle, which had become smaller with the doctor’s broad-shouldered, towering stature, for cameras. Could she be on a reality TV show? Starring in one had never been a life objective, but the crew might have caught her unaware. No visible cameras, but those producers were sneaky and
could place one inside a stethoscope.

 
 
Bethany-Kris' review of Midwife to Destiny
Five Stars
 
When Aurora "Ora" Aikins takes a vacation, leaving her fiancé at home, she crosses paths with the handsome Dr. Jason Lartey. Despite their attraction, and the seemingly familiarity between them, Ora pushes the feelings that grow for Jason aside to fulfill her promises to the man she left back home. Years later, with no fiancé and marriage, the two reunite in Ora's hospital, and this time, Jason isn't about to let her get away from him a second time.
 
First of all, let me just say, I am biased to the name Aurora. I am, like sickeningly so, so the female lead had me caught at her name. Yeah, I'll do that for a character. Moving on ...
 
I really appreciated how this author brought the characters together, but kept them pure, in their own way. Ora, specifically. While the heroine might have felt she crossed a line during her time with Jason the first go round, I certainly didn't think so. You can't help who you fall in love with, after all. Sometimes love happens in an innocent, unassuming way. That's how it felt with these two. That probably should have been a clue for Ora that this man was meant to be hers, but instead, she took a different route, and ran. It happens. I wanted to proverbially smack her one over it.
 
And then we have Jason ... without giving anything away, he waited his time out. And then, he did what he had to, to get her back. You have to appreciate a confident man who knows what he wants and goes for it. He got a lot of props from me for that.
 
I thought the characters had great chemistry. I adored the settings of the book. The author didn't drone on with details, but she kept it alive, nonetheless. I appreciated how the heroine was made work through her issues. Things don't fix themselves in a day--that's not real life. The title confused me for the longest time, but that got itself settled out and I thought it was a cute tie in for the plot, really. If you're looking for a clean romance, and you enjoy the medical aspect, pick this one up and give it a shot. 





Nana Prah was born in Ghana, West Africa, raised in the US and currently resides in
Ghana where she loves her job as a writer and nurse educator. She has been writing since she can remember (in her journal) and has been an avid reader of romance novels since the eighth grade. She has finally been able to utilize the years and years of inadvertent research into writing her own romance novels where love always conquers all.



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Guest Post: Bound to the Bad Boy by @MissWishlade

Bound to the Bad Boy – Book Spotlight

Title: Bound to the Bad Boy

 
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

 
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 
Word Count: 41,250

 
Release date: April 30th 2014

 

Thanks so much for agreeing to host me with my latest release Bound to the Bad Boy. The idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one else can?

There are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including himself.

In Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.

Let me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.

Molly xxx

 

BLURB

A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Old secrets.

Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But she still decides to go.

Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.

One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners

 

EXCERPT 1 (PG)

The doors swung wide open and she held her breath. She tried to look away but her gaze was dragged back to the entrance. Like an addict, she craved her fix and this one had been a long time coming. Cold turkey didn’t suit everyone but for her, it had been the only way to break free.

The scent of leather, oil and raw masculinity filled the gymnasium, a precursor to the arrival of some of the members of the Night Warriors Motorcycle Club. Megan was overwhelmed by an urge to flee. To escape the confines of the gymnasium and to race back to her safe new life. The walls seemed to close in on her as she watched the recent arrivals. The room was suddenly crammed with her old fears, and the ghosts of her adolescent years danced around her, taunting her with her teenage insecurities. She was young, small and helpless.

A victim. Run, damn you. Run.

But she was made of stone and, try as she might, she could not move a muscle.

The Night Warriors strode into the gym as confidently as they had done a lifetime ago. Danger and desire in leathers. They moved with a heavy elegance, large powerful men sure of themselves and their buddies. Their jackets creaked as they walked and their heavy boots pounded relentlessly upon the aging wooden boards. Like a drumroll at an execution, Megan heard them beat out her fate.

She bit her lip. She waited. And waited. Consumed with impatience that drowned out her fears. Where is he?

But there was no sign.

Where was Matt? Wasn’t he coming? What if she had come all this way for nothing?

So you’re admitting it now, huh? You came back for him.

She gave an involuntary little nod. It was true. It would be such a waste of time, of hope, of excitement…if Matt did not turn up. Her heart sank to her stiletto heels and she downed the full cup of punch, wincing as its sweetness filled her mouth and clung to her throat. Then she stared into the empty cup, convinced that her heart was just as void and hollow.

So what now? Just as well, head back to the hotel. All alone, and frustrated as hell.

She was consumed in a black cloud of disappointment and suddenly all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry. To pour her grief out onto her starched hotel pillow until her throat ached and her eyes were swollen.

A few whoops and hollers made her look up.

There he was…striding into the gym, about to be surrounded by old school mates. Or those who would claim to have been his friends. They gathered around him, drawn to his rugged alpha masculinity and self-confidence, as if they believed it would rub off on them.

Clad in black from head to toe. Matt. Black leather jacket, black t-shirt stretched over his bulging chest, black Levi jeans and bulky black boots. He was older but still gorgeous.

So gorgeous. 

Her heart picked up its pace and her body flooded with heat. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she shivered with remembered delight. Although the gymnasium stretched out between them, she could feel the boom of his laughter as it shook his broad shoulders and tightened the sinews of his throat. She was transported back to all the times when she had rested her head upon him just to feel the sheer joy of sharing his mirth. She trembled as her love for him threatened to rock her world into chaos once more.

Matt’s hair, combed back from his forehead, exposed his flawless brow. It reached his collar and curled softly around the base of his earlobes. It was shorter than it had been the last time she had seen him, but it suited him. Megan used to love to run her fingers through his ebony curls, to wrap them around her fingers like promise rings. As she watched him, his face lit up with a grin. It was the face of a man now, from his wide throat with its prominent Adam’s apple, to his chiseled jaw and thick, black eyebrows. And his eyes were as dark and dangerous as she remembered, windows to his intense and passionate soul.

He moved his gaze over the crowd and panic broke the spell that had held Megan frozen. She turned away quickly and placed her cup on the table. Her whole body trembled and a hot flush spread from her ruby red toenails to the roots of her auburn hair. How could he have such an effect on her after all this time? She felt like a teenager again. Confused. Aroused. Exhilarated. Terrified.

She had to get out. Make a quick escape. She couldn’t go on pretending she could see him and not be affected by him anymore.

She had been consumed by her love for Matt King once.

She couldn’t let it happen all over again.

 

 

EXCERPT (18+)

Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her mind and fled.

Matt didn’t move.

She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?

“Matt?”

“You have forgotten.”

She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their old ways?

Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.

“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”

She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.

She nodded, afraid to speak.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” her voice squeaked.

“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”

She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.

My name.

She jumped as she spotted it.

Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?

Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?

He lifted his arm.

“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.

“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”

“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?

He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.

He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.

“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”

She nodded. “Please, Master.”

“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.

She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.

She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.

The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.

 

 

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