Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Whipped Delights by Suzy Shearer

Book one of Dark Desires
Suzy Shearer

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, exhibitionism, spanking, flogging, whipping, cropping, paddling, sex toys, HEA]
Famous cookbook author and chef Emma Cunningham, 43, has spent all her adult life searching for the one man who could control her. Emma is a sexual masochist but never found a man who could resist her pleas for more pain. She has been terrified of being permanently injured.
When she meet a handsome stranger, Simon Harrington 45, all her senses come alive. He seems as attracted to her as she is to him. But how will he react when she tells him she needs to be tied up and whipped hard during sex?
Will he say goodbye when she tells him she can't climax without pain, without being hurt? Will he be like most men she has told and tell her she's a freak or is there a chance that her dark desires might coincide with his? That he enjoys inflicting whipped delights?

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She checked everything was in order in her bag, picked it up, then with a quick glance in the mirror, checked her reflection. Her very long, thick, deep auburn hair was swept on top of her head. Her make-up was impeccable, complementing her ivory skin and light green eyes. She was a big-busted woman, with heaps of curves that suited her. She revelled in her shape and deplored women who strived for thin model-like figures.
Because people expected a certain style from her lectures, she was wearing a tight black skirt, white blouse, and very high heels. Once she got behind the mock kitchen bench, she would slip off her heels as she lectured. Standing straight, she shook her head, then she adopted her “kitchen goddess” persona, moved into the hallway, and started for the staircase leading down into the auditorium.
As she started down the stairs, her heel caught on the apron string dangling out of her bag. She tried to grab the handrail but missed, dropping the bag instead.
Just as Emma thought she was going to fall all the way down, a strong arm grabbed her. She clung to it as she tried to right herself but ended up sitting on the stair. Her saviour turned out to be a very attractive and, fortunately, very strong, man.
“Are you okay?”
“Thanks. Thank you so much, I thought I was headed for the bottom.”
“I’d hate to see that beautiful face black and blue.”
He leaned very close to her,” Is your foot okay?”
“I think so. My heel got caught.” She grinned wryly.
“How ‘bout you stand up and make sure you haven’t twisted anything.”
He helped her to stand and when she went to step and put weight on that foot, she almost fell again. She ended up with his arms around her. Emma could not help noticing that he smelt delicious as well as being good looking.
“I think you’d better sit down again.”
He sat her on the stair again and lifted her foot. “There’s your problem.”
He had taken off her shoe. Her beautiful and expensive Louboutin Zappa looked very sad—the heel was hanging at a very strange angle.
“Damn! They are, or rather, were, my favourite shoes! Oh well, at least it wasn’t my neck.”
He looked at the shoe and then gave her a rather strange look. The Zappa were pointed-toe stilettos in black kid leather featuring six tiny rows of sexy spikes on the back of the heel.
She reached down and took off her other shoe. Once more, he helped her stand. Emma was surprised at how tall he was now her high heels were off. He had to be at least 6’ 6” to her 5’ 8” and looked to be a few years older than her forty-three. He smiled down at her and she felt her stomach flip. He had the most amazing light blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair. There was only one word for him: delicious.
He actually held her elbow as they went down the stairs. The bag had fallen onto the landing and was lying, ready for her, when he picked it up instead. She could feel his fingers rubbing her arm.
“Oh please. It’s okay. I can carry it.”
She was embarrassed that someone would be helping her.
“No. You carry your shoes, I’ll carry this. Which way?”
Emma blushed and then led him along to the auditorium. Walking in, she led him to the pseudo kitchen bench.
“Thank you so much. I appreciate you help.”
She held out her hand for the bag after throwing her shoes in a shelf underneath. He moved past her, brushing against her as he did and placed it on the counter.
“So going to fall down any more stairs today? Would you like a body guard?”
Emma laughed. “I hope not. Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll be fine now.”
“Are you sure? I’d be only too happy to offer my services.”
He replied with a wink. Emma had a feeling he was not just talking about carrying her bag. She gave him a big grin and shook her head.
Damn, he was good looking!
He stepped very close to her. Emma could feel her heart pounding, she was frightened but excited as she breathed in his delicious male aroma. He put his hands on her shoulders and for a moment, she thought he was going to push her onto the counter top.
He leant down and whispered in her ear, “Maybe another time.”

Emma knew she looked hesitant. It was one thing to say he would control her but another to actually do it. Other men had said the same thing. This was their first real test, this was the chance for her to see if she could give control over. If he were strong enough to wrestle the control from her. Whether he could resist her pleadings.
“Sweetheart, I know your fears. You have to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you, at least I won’t do anything to hurt you more than I should.”
Emma looked at him. This was it.
“Okay. I’ll take a chance to trust you.”
“Just remember I won’t listen to your pleading, I’ll be watching your reactions, your body. Ready?”
She nodded.
“Now strip.”
Emma looked over at him as he stood looking down at her. She removed her clothes until she was naked before him.
“Perfect.” He walked around the bed until he was behind her.
“Now bend over until your head is on the bed and that cute rump in the air. Legs wide apart.”
Emma got onto her knees, then dropped her head to the bed, and she felt his breath on her arse cheeks. Suddenly he slapped each one—hard. She gasped. Then she felt his fingers pulling at her lips. She went to move.
“Stay still or I stop.”
She froze.
He slapped her again. The sweet sting gave her a rush. She heard him rummage in the bag then heard a swish as he tested the duster. Without warning, he brought it down on one cheek.
Then the other.
“Yes!” she screamed.
She felt him push a finger into her cunt, then a second. At the same time, he hit her again. It was wonderful, she wanted more.
He hit her again, she screamed her pleasure again. All at once, he flipped her over. Deftly he tied her hands to the bedpost and then one ankle.
“You will keep your legs apart. I’m not tying your hurt ankle but if you close your legs I stop. Understand?”
“Yes.” She groaned.
Once again he used his hand and slapped her. This time on her clit. He leant forward and harshly pinned a peg to each nipple. Emma drew a gasp as each one was pinned tight. She looked over at Simon. He quickly shed his clothes and for the first time she got to admire his naked body.
He was gorgeous.
A well-defined six-pack, so muscular, with a trail of hair that lead down to a huge cock. She wanted to taste that. She wanted to run her hands across every part of his body. He straddled her body and climbed up until he was level with her face.
Kneeling on one knee, he held his dick in front of her mouth.
When she complied, he pushed his cock into her mouth. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, and every now and again he would press against the pegs, making a wave of pain surge across her body.
He kept thrusting until she could feel he was close to coming. He pulled his cock from her mouth and quickly rolled on a condom. Working backward, he pulled her down the bed until the ropes pulled hard against her. He picked up the duster and deftly hit her across each breasts. She was moaning in pleasure as the pain increased. She felt herself begin to float. Her mind lost in the sensation of each stroke, each lash against her skin. She was in sub-space.
Simon held his cock against the entrance to her cunt. He tweaked the lips, holding them tightly before he pushed his cock into her. She wanted more pain.
“Hit me!”
“I need more.”
“I beg you more.”
Simon ignored her pleas. As he began to thrust into her, he pulled off one peg.

Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company.   Her books always feature older heroes and  full-figured, curvy heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.
She believes that being older does not mean we are not intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.  Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.

When she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished Artist, her passion is watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes and seascapes.
Oh yes … she also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples and even rainbowed - and for tattoos!

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Friday, January 23, 2015

Claiming Hope by Suzette Rose Cauler

Claiming Hope 
Suzette Rose Cauler

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Claiming Hope

Book 2 of the Wolves of River’s Bend series

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Hope Davis kicked her scumbag husband to the curb in hopes of starting a new life. Too bad she’s forgotten how to truly live. While on a trip to visit family, she meets brothers Adam and Levi Black, two gods among men, who save her from a vicious attack. Deciding to take a chance after years of playing it safe, Hope indulges in an incredible night of passion with the brothers before the two reveal a terrifying secret. Not only are they both wolf shifters, but she’s their fated mate. 
Fate outdid itself when it brought Hope to Adam and Levi. She’s perfect for them, and they’ll do anything to show her what real, lasting love feels like. But life is far from simple in the shifter territory of River’s Bend, and Hope is gun shy. Can they protect her from criminals hunting her and win her heart? Will Hope find the courage to love again?

A Siren Erotic Romance


They’d coaxed her into the living room to discuss whatever it was they had to tell her. Hope had insisted on getting into her clothes first, but decided she’d better listen before she took off. Whatever it was seemed pretty heavy. Adam and Levi had wanted her to sit between them on the big, cushy sofa, but Hope had refused, picking one of the armchairs. If she didn’t like what they had to say, she wanted to be in position for a speedy getaway. Besides, sitting between them would only make her hormones go wacky again. Even sitting across the room from them, it was hard to keep her mind off sex.
Adam sat forward on the couch in just a pair of cutoff shorts, looking powerful and sexy as hell, yet nervous at the same time. He pinned her with another look that excited her fight-or-flight response. She wanted to either run like hell or strip and beg him to take her again.
“Okay,” Adam began. “What we have to say is going to shock you, but all we ask is that you keep an open mind and hear us out before you say anything.”
She cringed. “Oh, no. Please, please don’t tell me one of you is married. Or both of you?”
Levi shook his head. “No. Nothing like that.”
“Look. Just spit it out. All of this build up is making me nervous.”
Adam cleared his throat. “Well, for starters, we want you in our bed every night, Hope. You’re our fated—our mate. This was never about a one-night stand for us.”
“Alrighty then.” Hope stood up. She’d had enough, and this sounded like the beginning of some bad joke. She wasn’t at all interested in hearing the punch line. “Last night was…nice. And I appreciate everything you did for me. But I’ve got to go.”
“Please, sit down, Hope,” Adam said.
Despite the polite please, it sounded like a command and Hope’s knees bent of their own accord. She had to fight the impulse to obey him.
“All I’m asking is that you hear us out.”
“Um…No. I’m leaving. Give me a call, okay?” Hope had no intention of taking their calls, but she wanted to make her exit as politely as possible. She didn’t bother waiting for an answer and instead strode purposefully out of the room, swiping her car keys from the kitchen counter on her way to the door. They’d lost her at “fated mate.” She didn’t believe in fate, and that wording had thoroughly weirded her out.
“Hope! Stop.” Adams voice, commanding as it was, brought her to a grinding halt, and she stopped and turned around, annoyed at both them and her ridiculous need to obey. They’d stood to follow her.
“You have ten seconds to say whatever it is, and then I’m out of here. Just stop right there and tell me whatever it is that’s so important, or I’m gone.” In spite of herself, and as crazy as it was, she wanted to hear what was critical enough to cause such dramatic behavior.
“We’re wolves, Hope. We’re wolf shifters,” Levi said.
At first, Hope couldn’t move. All she could do was look from Levi’s face to Adam’s, shocked at how serious they looked. They weren’t playing some sick, stupid game. They believed they were wolves. The hysterical laughter threatened to bubble up again, but Hope squashed that shit back down and broke for the door, running for all she was worth from the madmen she’d willingly bedded last night.
She made it to the door and wrenched it open, lunging through it, dropping her keys on the ground like some ditzy woman in a bad horror movie. They burst through the door after her, but when she glanced back at them, they’d slowed to a walk. She could feel their eyes on her as she dashed toward the car she no longer held the keys to and came to an abrupt halt, unsure what her next step should be. She wasn’t too keen on being chased through the woods, so as they walked toward her, she furiously searched the ground for a weapon.
All she could find was a rusty old shovel. She made a dash for it, picking it up and brandishing it with what she hoped was a threatening posture. “Stay the hell back! I’m just going to get my keys and leave. We’ll forget this ever happened. I won’t say a word to anyone.”
“Fuck,” Adam said to Levi. “She’s afraid of us.”
The only saving grace was that they stopped moving toward her, so, keeping them in her line of vision, she arced a wide circle back toward the porch, climbed the stairs, and bent to retrieve her keys, all while keeping the shovel at the ready. She saw the men exchange a look, and just as her fingers grazed her keys, Adam changed right before her eyes.
Levi looked at her with a mixture of trepidation and sympathy. “Proof, baby.”
Hope screamed and dropped the shovel, barreling back into their house and locking the door behind her. She wasted no time in snatching up the phone she’d seen on the table in the kitchen, grabbing a large knife from the counter, and sprinting to barricade herself in the guestroom. She dialed 911 as soon as she was inside, fingers shaking and tears falling as her mind turned over and over what she’d just seen. In Adam’s place had stood a huge wolf with thick black fur, and some of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Blue, just like Adam’s.
“911. What’s your emergency?”
As was to be expected, the 911 operator didn’t believe a man had just turned into a huge black wolf with blue eyes, but she claimed a unit was on its way anyhow. Hope told her to send two. Then she dialed her sister.
“Hello?” Sarah answered on the third ring, sounding altogether too normal for what was turning out to be a nightmarish morning.
Hope could barely force the words out. “I called the police. You won’t believe what just happened. I have to get out of here.” She twisted her free hand in her hair, which was still tangled from last night’s fucking. “Oh shit, Sarah. He…he turned into a wolf!”


“Let’s show her we know how to share, Levi.”
Hope swallowed, her heart speeding up and her nipples hardening at his words. Adam took a step closer and Levi circled around behind her, their body heat warming her before they even touched her. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, but she held up a hand to stop them.
“One more thing.” It was all she could do to continue talking, when they looked ready to fall on her like starving animals and she so richly wanted to be their meal. “This…tonight…the time that I’m here. None of this…not the kisses, not the sex, none of it is going to change how I feel. I need you to understand, really understand that this is only temporary. After my sister’s joining, I’m going back to my normal, sane life.”
They both growled, causing her to jump in surprise. Adam’s expression darkened. “We’ll see.” He deftly reached between her legs and under her bikini bottoms to cup her wet heat. “Now...bed.”

* * * *

“You don’t ever have to worry about jealousy between us, Hope. We’ve been sharing since we were pups. It’s like this, I know how badly Levi needs to feel your breasts in his hands.” Adam reached up, abandoning her pussy and making her whimper at the loss. He pulled her bikini top down, watching her breasts spill out of it.
Levi took her bare breasts in his big hands, kneading them. “And I know how badly Adam wants to taste your pussy since he didn’t get to last night.” He used his knee to nudge her legs further apart.
Adam dropped to his knees in front of her. “I know Levi will want to taste you, too, so after I make you come, I’ll make sure he gets his turn.” He spoke with his lips just a hair away from her pussy, and Hope couldn’t keep still. She could hardly wait.
Levi kissed the back of her neck, shifting his hands to tweak her nipples. “And I know Adam wants to bury his cock inside you and fuck you until you shake and scream in his arms. But, we both want that, so just as the last tremors of the orgasm he gives you subside, I’ll bury myself inside you and fuck you until you come all over again, screaming my name this time.”
The first touch of Adam’s tongue on her pussy made her jump and moan, but Levi held her tightly, steadying her when she thought her knees would buckle. Adam licked her slit, tongued all around her entrance and then lapped at her already throbbing clit.
Levi continued talking, speaking into her ear and letting her feel the hardness of his cock from behind. “I need to feel your gorgeous lips wrapped around my dick, and I know Adam wants to feel your tongue loving his balls. And soon, when you’re ready, we’ll both take you at the same time. Adam deep in your pussy and me right here.” He pushed a finger between her ass cheeks and circled her anus, rubbing her there. “We know how to share, baby. All you have to do is relax and let us.”
Hope could manage no argument. Adam’s tongue did amazing things to her pussy, lapping wetly against it, then circling her clit again and again. She moaned and arched her back, overcome with the sensations they provoked as they simultaneously touched her. Her mind replayed their words again and again, and as Adam pushed two fingers inside her pussy and Levi inserted what felt like just the tip of one of his fingers in her ass, she wondered what it would feel like to have them both pushing into her at the same time. The image ramped up her desire until Adam hit an incredibly sensitive spot inside her pussy, bringing her to the brink and then fastening his tongue and lips on her clit to push her over it.

* * * *

The taste of his mate’s pussy intoxicated and energized him. He no longer felt tired or cared about anything other than feeling her velvety walls clutching at his cock. He met Levi’s eyes and the man understood him perfectly.
“Baby, get on your hands and knees,” Levi said, sitting on the edge of the bed and guiding her between his knees.
She was flushed, smelling of arousal and release, and Adam held himself tightly in check while she complied, only hesitating for a second. He wanted to push into her and ride her fast and hard, but at the same time, he wanted to make love to her slow and easy. It was crazy, but she both brought out his tender side and made him want to rut like an animal.
He quickly shed his swim trunks and kneeled behind her, bending to kiss the small of her back. He bit her ass cheeks, then gripped the firm, round mounds in his hands, allowing his cock to slide between her legs and caress her pussy.
Bio: Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she'd get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.
Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette's heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You'll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead.
Suzette lives on the East Coast with five special people who help keep her spirit young and her imagination fresh.
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Monday, January 19, 2015

Passion's Dream by Julie Shelton

  Passion's Dream
Julie Shelton

Book 1 of the Doms of Passion Lake series 

Virginia is for lovers.  Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers.  Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs.  A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.

A group of former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia.  Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield.  The amenities offered include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants.  Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving SarahOwning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live.


When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down.  Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago.  The woman with whom he felt an instant connection.  The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman.  Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach.  She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot

passion.  Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart?  And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?


Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.

She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move.  It was as if she’d been turned to stone.  “Don’t touch me!”  She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.

Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck.  He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation.  The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top.  When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material.  When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.

“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper.  She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand.  She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers.  ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”

“Ah, yes.”  His lips twisted.  “The ever-devoted fiance.  Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts.  “Tell me about him.  What’s it like making love to an old man?”

She should have pushed him away.  She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them.  Except she wasn’t standing.  She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top.  Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.

Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair.  “Does his touch arouse you?”  Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips.  “Does he set you on fire?”

The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.

“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father?  Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead.  “Or does he kiss you like a lover?  Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.

Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late.  The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming.  Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him.  The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp.  Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece.  She’d never been so aroused in her life.  Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock.  She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest.  Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water.  Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.

Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up.  They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.

Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water.  In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent.  Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.  Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin.  God, he tasted so good!  He felt so good!  She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat.  Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still.  She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is a mistake!  This is a colossal mistake!

Passion’s Dream is available NOW on Amazon!  Only $2.99!

A note from Julie :

Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah.  Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books of their own.  So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake.  The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

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[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, exhibitionism, spanking, flogging, whipping, cropping, paddling, sex toys, HEA]

Famous cookbook author and chef Emma Cunningham, 43, has spent all her adult life searching for the one man who could control her. 

Emma is a sexual masochist but never found a man who could resist her pleas for more pain. She has been terrified of being permanently injured.

When she meet a handsome stranger, Simon Harrington 45, all her senses come alive. He seems as attracted to her as she is to him. But how will he react when she tells him she needs to be tied up and whipped hard during sex? 

Will he say goodbye when she tells him she can't climax without pain, without being hurt?
Will he be like most men she has told and tell her she's a freak or is there a chance that her dark desires might coincide with his? That he enjoys inflicting whipped delights?

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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Tracking Ainsley - McKinlay Thomson

McKinlay Thomson

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifter, HEA]
Ainsley Gordon has never been much for adventure and the outdoors, so why she ever let her friend convince her to go hiking in the highlands of Scotland is beyond her. When a storm moves in and a tragic accident befalls her friend, they are well and truly stuck and in desperate need of rescuing.
Conall and Finlay Breckenridge are wolf shifters and members of an elite squad called Highland Rescue. They operate in the harsh and dangerous wilderness of the highlands, saving stranded and injured travelers. When they receive a call to rescue two hikers, they never expected to find their mate.
The weather takes a turn for the worst, leaving the brothers no option but to take Ainsley to a remote cabin and wait out the storm. But when a rival pack bent on revenge find them, can the two sexy wolf shifters convince Ainsley to trust them with more than just her heart?


Conall saw the woman in the distance, and rushed to catch up with his brother. He pulled the radio from his belt and radioed in the location to Helo One. It crackled and cut out in the bad weather, but he managed to get the message through. He hoped the weather stayed mild long enough to evacuate the fallen woman. If not, he would have to carry her out, and he really didn’t want to do that.
Finlay sat a small distance from the women and barked once. His black tail wagged against the snow and Conall could see that he was excited about something. His brother had been acting strange since they had found the car a few hours back.
Conall walked closer to the two women. His eyes went straight to the redhead brandishing a tent pole like a baseball bat and he suddenly realized what all the fuss was about. Conall felt his dick go hard and he sucked back a groan. His wolf sat up and took notice as well.
The woman was gorgeous with her big grey eyes and curly red hair, and even from this distance he could smell her intoxicating scent. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before? His brother certainly had. He now understood why Finlay was marking his territory around the car.
She looked back at him and they stood there staring at each other. His mouth had gone dry and he was at a loss for what to say. No one had ever had this effect on him before and Conall wasn’t sure he liked it.
He liked to be in control. As a shifter he demanded it, but one look at this little curvy woman and his body was at war. He needed to get a grip, but all intelligent thought had flown from his brain and down into his pants.
“Arr…um…” he stammered. “I…”
“Have trouble finishing sentences?” a voice said. Conall finally turned to the fallen woman on the ground and his brain started to function again.
She was smirking at him and Conall knew she had noticed his distracted state. He coughed to hide his embarrassment and walked closer to the injured woman.
“My name is Conall,” he told her, as he squatted down to check over her ankle. “I’m from Highland Rescue. You are?”
“Jean,” she replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jean. We have a chopper en route to evacuate you to the nearest hospital. What’s your pain like?”
“Bearable, but I think it’s because the snow has made it go numb.”
Conall took off his backpack and opened the first aid kit. He pulled out the green whistle and passed it over to Jean.
“Suck on this,” he said. “It will alleviate the pain.”
“What is it?” she asked, taking it from his hand.
“It called Penthrox. It contains Methoxyflurane and will make you a little light-headed.”
Conall heard a small squeak and looked over his shoulder at the redheaded woman. Finlay had crept closer and was sniffing at her crotch. She stood as still as a statue and was obviously intimidated by the big wolf. She was a short little thing and looked tiny standing next to Finlay. In his wolf form he was level with her waist.
Conall tried to hide his amusement at his brother’s antics. Finlay started to circle her, rubbing his muzzle and body on her legs. He wasn’t trying to scare her, he was leaving his scent on her clothes. Conall wanted to rub himself all over her too, but that would have to wait.
“Is this your dog?” she asked. She had a deep, slightly husky voice. Conall wanted to hear that voice talk dirty when he drove his hard length into her. He shook off the thought and stood to walk closer to her.
“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t mind him. He is just being friendly. My name is Conall.”
“I heard. Is that chopper going to be much longer?”
Nope, Conall could hear it approaching as they spoke. It was a shame he wanted to spend more time with the woman. If the weather wasn’t so bad, he would have called the chopper off and walked them back down, just so he could spend more time with her. It wasn’t to be though. Her friend was in pain and the wind was getting stronger.
“It will be here any second, lass.”
Conall moved back to Jean as the noise of the helicopter got louder. Finlay would watch the redheaded hottie whose name he didn’t know but was bursting to find out. He decided to try her friend.
“I don’t think your friend likes my dog,” he said, bending down to her once more.
“Ainsley is just grumpy,” Jean replied. Bingo. “She doesn’t like the outdoors much.”
“That is not true,” Ainsley said. “I like the outdoors as much as the next person. It’s freezing to death on a snowy mountain that I object to.”
Conall smiled. The woman had spunk. He liked that. Hey, he liked everything about her at that moment. She could say she was a green three-legged alien and he would probably think it was cute.
Conall’s radio crackled as the helicopter hovered overhead. He unclipped it from his belt and pressed down on the talk button.


Conall growled at her words and his wolf pushed to get out. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip and forced his beast back. Fuck, she turned him on. She kissed like a wet dream and made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat. He was so hard that if she didn’t stop rubbing her hot pussy against his crutch, he was in real danger of coming in his pants.
Conall reached behind her and snapped her bra open with a flick of his fingers. Her large breasts spilled out and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Full and heavy, they were topped with large, red nipples. Conall started to pant, his mouth watered, and his cock leaked pre-cum.
“Sweet heavens, lass,” Finlay said from behind him. “You know how to get a man excited.”
“I do?” she asked. Conall thought she sounded shy and nervous compared to the sassy, confident woman she had been moments before. Ainsley moved her arms to hug her big breasts, which squished them together and pushed them up.
“You have the most amazing body,” Conall told her. “We both want you.”
“I haven’t, um,” she replied. “I never…not with two men.”
“We will take good care of you, lass,” Finlay told her. “We would never hurt you.”
Conall knew his brother meant emotionally as well as physically. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that their mate had been hurt in the past. She was shy and reserved, and he was sure her self-esteem had taken a battering.
“Okay,” she said. “I want this too, with both of you.”
Conall didn’t want to play anymore. He leant forward and latched onto one of her hard nipples and suckled. She arched her back and cried out as he sucked and nipped the hard bud.
He heard Finlay move in beside him and saw him cup her other breast in his big hand. He pinched and pulled on her bud as Conall licked and sucked.
Conall pulled Ainsley’s legs toward him and quickly shed her of her pants. Her panties were wet and he could smell her arousal. The smell was intoxicating and Conall wasted no time getting her completely naked.
Finlay lifted his head as a sock went flying, soon followed by its mate. With Conall between her legs, Finlay moved up the cot and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. It was their first, and Conall could feel the heat coming off the pair as they parried and fought for dominance.
Whipping her panties down her legs, they went the way of her socks, and Conall pushed her legs apart and looked at the delight between. Her pussy was pink and perfect and coated in her essence, Conall ducked his head and licked the juices from her most intimate place.
Flavor exploded on his tongue and he growled as his wolf roared in approval. She tasted sweet and musky and all Ainsley, and Conall knew he would never get tired of tasting her.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and her hips arched toward him. Sucking the pearly bud into his mouth, he gently bit down and heard her faint scream from behind Finlay’s kiss.
Conall entered her warm channel with one long finger and hooked it around, searching for her spongy spot, all the while flicking his tongue back and forth across her engorged clit.
When he found what he was looking for, he tickled it gently and had to hold her hips down as she bucked wildly beneath him.
“Oh, wow,” she said. “What are you doing?”
Her voice was high and breathy and she was panting, her big breasts rising and falling rapidly.
“Hasn’t anyone ever played with your G-spot, lass?” he asked.
“No,” she replied. “It feels amazing. I didn’t realize.”
“Looks like we have a lot to show our woman,” Finlay said. His brother was right. They would have a lot of things they could show her.
They would have to spend hours and hours showing her all the wonderful delights that sex could bring. Conall smiled to himself and lowered his head once more. They weren’t expected down the mountain until tomorrow. Plenty of time to do at least some of the things he had in mind.
Conall upped the pressure of his fingers and flattened out his tongue, rubbing the rough texture hard against her clit and heightening the intensity. He wanted to give her, her first G-spot induced orgasm.
He wanted to hear her scream his name and feel her pussy clench on his fingers as her juices flooded his mouth. Just the image in his head was enough to heighten his own arousal.
“That’s it, lass,” Finlay said above him. “Let it go. We will catch you.”
Ainsley was moaning louder and louder and bucking her hips in time with Conall’s fingers. Her wet heat engulfed his hand, and with one last flick of his tongue, he pushed against her G-spot and Ainsley flew apart beneath him.

Author's Bio
McKinlay lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband, two children and a Maltese Jack Russell who can't stop barking. She had her first idea for a story whilst working as a chef at the local pub. 

MacKinlay has been addicted to reading since her ninth grade teacher read us The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. From then on she read anything she could get her hands on. 

Now, she loves to read stories with a happy-ever-after ending, especially erotic romance. When not running after her kids, she usually can be found cooking, reading or writing.

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