Monday, October 14, 2019

Flog Me, Sir by Lynn Burke...


 Flog Me, Sir
Bonds of Worship 2

Release Date: October 15, 2019

Keywords: BDSM, Erotic Romance, Billionaire, Bondage, Spanking, Flogging, Series, HEA

Blurb:
He offers freedom.

She fears addiction.

Can Garret coax Lissa to submit to his desire to pleasure her through pain, or will it be her needs that bring him to his knees?

 Hash Tags: #BDSM #Erotic #Romance #Billionaire #Series #HEA


PURCHASE LINKS:

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

Books2Read Universal: https://books2read.com/FLOGMESIR


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EXCERPT:

My guest room door clicked open before I could move, and I snapped my mouth shut from asking what the hell, when Lissa came in, a bucket of cleaning supplies in hand. Similar black and white clothing like the evening before covered her from neck to ugly black shoes.
She kept her head down, dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her face free of makeup.
I tracked her as she moved toward the bathroom, unaware I still lay in bed.
Mrs. Hummel ruled the Laurent estate, ruled the live-in staff who kept the mansion running like a spotless timepiece—which also never missed a beat. She knew I hadn’t yet been downstairs. She also knew my lazy ass liked to linger in bed long after everyone else sat for breakfast.
A corner of my lip curled as I realized what Tillie girl was playing at. I eased back against the headboard and grinned.
“Good morning.”
Lissa shrieked and spun, her gaze landing on my barely sheet-covered, sprawled body. “Oh! Oh, God...I’m so sorry!” She scrambled toward the door.
“No, it’s alright. You don’t have to run off,” I shot out with a chuckle, not ready to let her escape.
Lissa paused, grasping the door handle, her gaze averted. “I didn’t know you were here,” she said in a rush. “Mrs. Hummel had said to get started on your room. I’d assumed she’d seen you, and—”
“It’s alright,” I repeated, cutting her off.
She glanced over at me again, her face red, but she jerked her focus away just as fast.
The sheet covered one of my legs, my groin, and lower abs, but nothing else.
“I’m afraid that Mrs. Hummel made a mistake,” she said, still clutching the door handle.
“Tillie girl doesn’t make mistakes.” As I stated the truth, I zoned in on Lissa’s stance—slightly stooped shoulders, bowed head, and lowered gaze.
“Lissa.”
She turned her widened hazel eyes on my face as though understanding my command to look at me by simply stating her name. I studied her until she shifted, and I loved that she didn’t look away. Her pulse jumped in her neck, her lips slightly parted as though trying to control her breathing.
“Do you wash the bathroom floors on your hands and knees?” I finally asked.
Her brow furrowed. “That’s the only way to properly clean a floor.”
I grinned and nestled into the bed as though getting comfortable and ready to enjoy the show. “Then by all means,” I said, motioning toward the bathroom, “continue.”
She glanced toward the open door and back to me. “You want to watch—” Her mouth snapped shut, her face burning a sudden luscious shade of red that spread down her neck beneath the starched, white button-down hiding her small breasts.
“Cat got your tongue?” I couldn’t help but tease as she stared at me as though trying to figure me out.
“You’re joking with me,” she finally said, her brow furrowing deeper.
I took my time raking my gaze down over her straightened form, enjoying the hell out of her display of spunk. I wanted to see more of it—and I wanted to mark her pale skin until she melted beneath my hands and begged to follow me around like a needy little pussy cat.
My dick wanted the same thing.
“I’m not,” I murmured, my smile gone, my focus returning to her face.
Her breath caught as her attention dropped to the sheet tenting over my groin. She yanked open my guest room door, disappearing in a clatter of cleaning supplies jostling in the bucket she clutched.
I chuckled and palmed my dick again, deciding to make a mess on the sheets she would be back to strip off the bed later.

© Lynn Burke 2018


 BIND ME, SIR, BONDS OF WORSHIP 1, IS ON SALE THIS WEEK ONLY!

Jordan knows everyone wants to use him for his family name and wealth.

Natalie is forced to take on the heavy responsibility of a troublesome sibling.

Can Natalie prove to Jordan that the only thing she wants from him is his love and dominance? Or will a misunderstanding cause Jordan to lose the submissive of his dreams?

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


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.



Flog Me, Sir, Bonds of Worship 2 by @AuthorLynnBurke is now available!

He offers freedom.
She fears addiction.
Can Garret coax Lissa to submit to his desire to pleasure her through pain, or will it be her needs that bring him to his knees?

​PURCHASE LINKS:

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

Saturday, October 12, 2019

A Wolf's Tale by Suzy Shearer...

My latest book is released. I really had fun writing this one.

It's called A Wolf's Tale (and if you're not in erotic romances then this one is okay... only the second last chapter has any sex in it....lol).


When veterinarian Emily Brownstone, 55, found a poisoned wolf on the roadside, she didn’t realise the chain of events that would follow.
Someone was trying to kill off the native wildlife and Emily’s action in saving the wolf would threaten her life but would also bring her the man of her dreams.
Tate Collins, 57, couldn’t believe his luck—he’s finally met his soul mate after all these years. All he had to do was tell her his secret—and it was a big one! He just hoped she wouldn’t freak out.
On her way home one snowy afternoon Emily finds a large unconscious  wolf in the middle of the road. Suspecting it has been poisoned she flags down a car to get help moving it.
Taking it back to her home she is amazed when it allows her to help it. Over the next few days it gradually heals and Emily falls in love with the handsome blue-eyed wolf. When she releases it back into the wild she feels heart-broken and wonders if she'll ever see it again.
The last thing alpha Tate expected was to get poisoned - but when he discovers his saviour is his mate he has to pretend he's just an ordinary wolf.
Once healed he wrangles an introduction to the beautiful vet. Together they need to find out who is poisoning and shooting the wildlife before it's too late.
But that's not his only problem - somehow he has to let her know that he spends a lot of his time running around on four legs!



You can buy it from my publisher's website or any online bookshop worldwide. Plus it will be available from my publisher for the first week at a discount!


Friday, October 04, 2019

Carnivora by Lea Bronsen...

Carnivora - Part 1
by 
Lea Bronsen

Hi, and thank you for having me on your blog!

I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm.

Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time.

Please note that this is part 1 of Carnivora and I am currently working on parts 2 and 3, so if those cliffhangers at the end are killing you, be patient. The continuation is right around the corner!

Blurb:

Fight evil with evil.

TOMOR
Crime lord Tomor is serving a life sentence behind bars. Without warning, he’s abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending up on the death list.

LUZ
Luz grieves the loss of her lover while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor.

DAVID
A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.


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Excerpt:

Excerpt:

“Time to change your bandage again,” the nurse mutters, voice cool, and pulls my orange-colored sleeve up to the elbow.
She unrolls the long strip of bandage from my wrist and tugs at one corner of the gauze plastered on my wound. It sticks as if glued to the freshly grown skin, and instead of removing the gauze carefully, she tears if off hard, discharging pain through my arm, wrist-to-shoulder.
I open my eyes and lift my head off the pillow. “What the fuck are ya doing, trying to reopen the wound or something?”
“Like you care.” She stops pulling and glares, gauze between her fingers. “I can see who you are inside. You’re playing tough, aren’t you, bad guy? But you can’t fool me.”
“Shut up.” I lay down again, huffing, and stare at the white ceiling above me with its rows of long neon lights.
“You’re a good man.”
I glance back. “I said, shut the fuck up.”
Her eyes shine. She rips off the remaining gauze, ignoring my grunt of pain, and throws it in a bin. “Look.”
No fuck.
“Look at it,” she insists, voice low and demanding.
No. I know what I’ve done, and I can imagine what it looks like. A six centimeter-long deep, reddish, scratched-up ridge along my artery. Layers of skin, fat, meat, and whatnot must be visible and sweating a pinkish liquid from the reborn pores. I don’t need to see it.
I guess the girl wants me to be so horrified, I’ll never attempt suicide again. That’s right. She wants to shock me into acceptance.
You gotta be fucking kidding me, little thing.
She shakes her head. “I don’t understand why they gave you the life sentence.”
“You mean they shoulda given me the chair?”
Instead of responding to my sarcasm, she pivots to look up at the clock and widens her eyes as if realizing she forgot an appointment. Face tense, she returns to her work, applies some cool, gel-like liquid on the wound, and bandages it with quick routine moves.
What’s up with her? In my three days in this woman’s company, I’ve noted the things that make her tick. Maybe she’s upset because I’m leaving the infirmary soon. Earlier, she said she didn’t know when I’d be ready to go back to my cell. She probably knows now, but doesn’t want to tell me.
The door opens. She jumps.
A uniformed guard pokes his head in, checks the small room, and exits.
She seems frozen in place, features tense. Staring ahead and taking deep breaths as if trying to regain composure.
I cock my head a little. “What’s going on? They gonna transfer me?”
She visibly swallows and fixes her gaze on some point on the wall.
I snicker. “Are you sad ‘cause I’m leaving?”
Ha, I can be so ugly, when the girl clearly likes me.
As she sits there avoiding me, I take the time to check out her tits, and drink in the amazing sight of their pressing against her green blouse with each breath. She doesn’t have a name tag. Come to think of it, none of the personnel do. Evidently, so the inmates can’t identify their ‘caretakers’, and should they by some miracle leave the premises, track them down.
I nod to her blouse. “What’s your name?”
She twists back to me, brows raised, before shaking her head. “I can’t tell you that.”
“C’mon, I’ll never see you again.” I grin, then add with an ironic snicker, teasing her, “They’ll never let me slash my wrists, or hang myself.”
She looks away and busies herself collecting the medical stuff, throwing a quick, almost invisible glance to the door. What the hell is making her so nervous?
Coldness fills my chest. Something’s up.
“Come on, Babe,” I coax with my most gentle, sensual voice, wanting to buy time. “Tell me your name.”
“Why?” she whispers, fidgeting with the roll of bandage.
“’Cause I want a name to your pretty face when I jack off in my cell.”


About the author
Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Brewer's Ward by Lynn Burke...

Brewer’s Ward
Devil’s Outlaws 4
Publisher: Changeling Press

Keywords: MC Romance, Romantic Suspense, Vigilante Justice, Organized Crime Fiction, Female Protagonist, Veteran, Action & Adventure, Series, HEA


She might be his mark, but one look into her eyes slays him.


BLURB:
Reagan “Brewer” de Jager might look soft as a teddy bear, but his stint as a sniper in the SEALs hardened him into a lethal killer. The fact his wife cheated on him while he’d been deployed makes him unable to trust. Cold hearted and empty, he sets his sights on his next mark—and one look into her eyes slays him.

Nova Smego wasn’t nicknamed Black Widow by her CIA superiors without reason. Underestimated for her petite form, she’s quick with her fists and lethal with a blade or a bullet. Tossed out of the CIA with a scarred reputation, she joins a hitmen-for-hire team in the hopes of exacting revenge on the one who ruined her career.

When the Outlaws eliminate her team in order to rescue one of their own, Nova is kept alive—tied to her captor. A winter storm kills the electricity, but not the heat building between her and Brewer. There was a reason he couldn't end her, and while she plans her escape, she fears losing her heart to the chemistry sizzling between them.

But when Nova's desire for vengeance shakes the tentative bond between them, the Outlaws issue Brewer an ultimatum. Pull the trigger, or find common ground to trust one another and avoid the Outlaws’ demand for her life.

Hash Tags: #MCRomance #Romantic Suspense #VigilanteJustice #OrganizedCrime #Veteran #Series #HEA

​PURCHASE LINKS:
Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/BREWERSMARK


EXCERPT:
Brewer stood in the doorway, his gaze flitting over my face as he stepped inside my prison.
My heart spasmed -- and that damn tingle between my thighs roared to life. I scowled.
Chin tilted up, I held his blue eyed stare, trying to focus on what he’d done, the family he’d taken from me, rather than the arousal he’d woken inside my core.
A twinkle lit his eye and twitched his lips peeking from his full beard -- a beard that appeared silky, bringing to mind an image of his dark head between my thighs. Would his facial hair tickle? Scrape and mark my skin?
I swallowed and jerked my focus back up to his eyes, determined to keep silent no matter what he said -- or did.
He caved from the silence between us first, expelling a heavy exhale, his shoulders relaxing the slightest bit. “What’s your name?”
“Eat shit.”
His lips quirked as though to smirk, but flat lined. “Bet you got your ass bullied for that name while growing up.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
My breath caught -- and Brewer blinked as though his words had escaped unintended. He stood a few feet in front of me, doing nothing to hide the cock swelling inside his leathers. Long and hard…
The tingle of arousal morphed into pure wetness, dampening my panties in the span of a single breath as we stared at one another, our fogging breaths loud in the stillness.
“Goddamnit.” Brewer scrubbed a hand down over his face and beard while I attempted to swallow the dryness from my throat. He spun and left without another word, leaving my upper body unwrapped.
My arousal kept me warm for all of two minutes before my teeth began to chatter.
Fucking asshole couldn’t handle the sexual tension, the complication of what that brought to our situation. He fled like a pansy-ass.
Better that than rape me
“Fuck,” I muttered, eyes clenching shut against the thought of him thrusting into my body. My pussy spasmed, deepening my frown. I hadn’t let a man’s dick near me in over three years -- and I wasn’t about to let some Stockholm syndrome make me lenient. No matter how fucking hot said man might be.
He’d killed my team, so given the chance, I would kill him.

© Lynn Burke 2018


OTHER BOOKS IN THE DEVIL’S OUTLAWS SERIES:
Bowie’s Angel, Devil’s Outlaws MC 1: http://mybook.to/BowiesAngel
Gunner’s Flame, Devil’s Outlaws MC 2: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME
Austin’s Ward, Devil’s Outlaws MC 3: http://mybook.to/AUSTINSWARD


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.