Monday, July 15, 2019


                            COMING SOON!

I hope you are all having a wonderful summer. In between enjoying my grandchildren, I've been working hard on book 5 of Cowboy Doms. I always struggle much more writing mfm erotic romances, which is why it takes me so long. Greg and Devin's story, SUBMITTING TO TWO DOMS, is tentatively scheduled for early September, but here's a short scene to hold you over until then.


Kelsey pulled the reins to the right, following Greg down a narrower path for a short distance and then looked around in pleasant surprise as they came to a small copse.  Sporting a bed of moss green ground cover and long logs squared off around a fire pit, she could see the gurgling stream just beyond the trees. “Oh, this is a great spot.”
“We like it for the seclusion.” Devin dismounted and before she could follow suit, he came around and plucked her from the saddle, making no move to step back once her feet were on the ground.
Whether by a silent command or on her own, Cleo deserted her for the company of the two larger males a few feet away, leaving Kelsey standing with Devin’s large hands still holding onto her waist as Greg came up behind her. Her breathing quickened as they both stepped close enough their warm breath wafted along her neck when they bent their heads. She slammed her eyes closed against the rapid stirring of sensation their nearness evoked.
“Uh, not that I’m complaining, but what’s going on?” she whispered, sucking in a gulp of air as two pairs of lips ghosted over the tender skin of her neck, the teasing kisses and nibbles bringing about a spate of goosebumps.
“You’ve been very clear about wanting what we can give you. You saw enough last night to know what we’re into, and what we expect in return while satisfying more of your curiosity. All that’s left is for you to agree.” Greg nipped her earlobe hard enough for the pleasure-producing sting to pull her nipples into taut buds.
Kelsey’s eyes flew open and she gazed in surprise at Devin’s sun-weathered face and dark eyes, her voice stuttering along with her heart. “But, you don’t even like me!”
“You’re a pesky handful,” he stated, fisting one hand in her hair and pulling her head back. “But I like you just fine.”
Not exactly a compliment, she thought as his hot mouth covered hers, but she’d take it if it meant putting an end to the rioting sensations plaguing her nonstop. He eased up on his mouth to sink his teeth into her lower lip, her gasp giving him an opening to delve past her lips with his tongue. Kelsey leaned against his hard frame on a moan of eager surrender, his hands tightening on her hair and hip as her insides heated with each stroke over her tongue. The leisurely exploration along with the smooth glide of their damp lips pressing together got her fired up on all cylinders until the press of Greg’s body against her back reminded her of the one word she hadn’t acknowledged or addressed with them. We.
“Does this mean yes, little bit?” Greg whispered in her ear before dipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive dips and canals.
Shivers racked Kelsey’s body as she pulled her mouth from Devin’s to answer.  “I can’t think. What do you mean by ‘we’?”
Devin slid his hand from her hip to grip one butt cheek while Greg reached in front of her to palm her right breast as he replied, “Just this, both of us most of the time, separate on occasion. Trust us, we know what we’re doing.”
“Here’s a hint, cowboy,” she said, quivering inside as she imagined more of these heady feelings from being sandwiched between the two. “Mentioning your past experience is a mood killer.”
“But if we didn’t have experience, we wouldn’t be good at our job as Doms.” Devin squeezed her buttock. “Yes or know, baby.”
She’d always hated it when other guys called her baby, but every time she heard the generic pet name resonating in Devin’s deep, slow drawl, she wanted to melt in a puddle at his feet. “Yes,” she agreed in a breathless rush. She might be unsure about taking on both at the same time, but she was also glad she didn’t have to choose one. “But don’t blame me if you’re disappointed. Unlike you, this is new to me and I was pushing to enlist just one of you to entertain me while I’m here, not both.” She felt it only fair to warn them of her inexperience in this area, but damn, it was hard to think with them so close and touching her.
“We haven’t disappointed anyone or been disappointed by a newbie before, but why don’t we give you an example of what we can do together?” Greg released her breast to pinch her chin and turn her face up to his descending mouth. Devin tugged on her hair again, angling her head just right. Between their dual grips, Kelsey had no choice but to open to Greg and bask in that loss of control.
And there's more!  SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER is now out in paperback. You can grab a copy here:

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Coming August 7th, the entire Miami Masters series will be published in one volume for a discounted price.  If you haven't checked out this series yet, or haven't had a chance to read all six books, here's your chance to get them for a bargain.  If you're a KU subscriber it's an even better deal.


Strong, dominant men. Feisty, independent women in need of help. Sparks fly, pages heat up and love prevails, not once but six times!

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Friday, June 21, 2019

I am so excited to be back on SATURDAY SPANKINGS with a snippet from my newest Cowboy Doms release.  SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER is Dan and Nan's erotic, emotion packed story and now my personal favorite in this series.
Enjoy this little glimpse of what these two are up to in book four.


 

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Will they both let their reluctance to admit they want more from the other cost them everything?

Nan Meyers returns to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman, ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother. For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away has stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.

Dan Shylock greets the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief. After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him. Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirs up his suspicions, and when she reveals hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kick into high gear.

As Dan slowly coaxes Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface. But before either can come to terms with how they feel, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan has been experiencing almost costs her her life. Will Dan get there in time to save her?

This is book four in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary Western romance contains elements of ménage, mystery, suspense, and power exchange. 

SHORT SNIPPET:
With slow deliberation, Dan picked up her hand and yanked her out of the bathroom, hauling her into her bedroom without a word until he stopped by the bed and turned to face her. “All those things have happened since you got back, after we made our bargain, and you didn’t think to mention them until now?”
Now, why did the soft menace underscoring his words give her such a thrill, send her blood rushing in a hot molten flow through her veins? As his hands went to his belt, that wide, black leather she hadn’t enjoyed snapping with stinging force across her butt in far too long, her pussy went damp and her buttocks clenched with the goosebumps racing across her skin.
“I don’t know what’s going on so what was I supposed to say?” Nan returned, licking her suddenly dry lips as he pulled the belt off.
“You were supposed to say, Master Dan, strange things keep happening, and I don’t have an explanation for them. Pull down your pants and bend over the bed.”

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Friday, May 24, 2019



Release date for Cowboy Doms, book 4, SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER is June 19th! Many of you have asked if Master Dan will get his own HEA and I'm happy to say he and Nan came together beautifully in this book.  For a sneak peek, I've posted a lengthy scene and the blurb.  Enjoy and when you're done, be sure to check out my new guest post featuring Felicity Brandon's upcoming release, FALLEN.





Blurb:


Nan Meyers returned to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother.  For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away had stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.


Dan Shylock greeted the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief.  After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him.  Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirred up his suspicions, and when she revealed hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kicked into high gear.


As Dan slowly coaxed Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface.  Before either could come to terms with how they felt, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan had been experiencing almost costs her her life.  Will Dan get there in time to save her, or will they both let their reluctance to admit they wanted more from the other cost them everything? 

In this scene, Dan has learned of Nan's return to Willow Springs following her months long, unexplained absence.  He sees her entering Dale's Diner and joins her there.


Dan cocked his head and took his time looking Nan over, his welcome smile slipping as he glimpsed a wariness reflected in her honey-gold gaze she’d never exhibited toward him before.  The new shadows under her eyes and pinched tightness around her soft mouth set off his inner alarm.  The woman and submissive he’d known for several years had looked at him with teasing flirtation, strong-willed independence and lustful need, but never with such a guarded expression, as if she were trying to keep something from him.  It both hurt and pissed him off almost as much as her long absence followed by her return without a word from her.

“Yes, too long.”  Removing his hat, he ran a hand through his shoulder-length blond hair, noticing the extra inches of her sable tresses.  He liked the way the ends curled around her shoulders but would miss sifting his fingers through the shorter strands as he cupped her scalp.  “I was on my way to see you when I spotted you coming in here.  No offense, hon, but you don’t appear as if your time away agreed with you.”

His Dom radar went on high alert when she shifted her gaze away from him, her fingers toying with the silverware in front of her.  “I had issues to deal with is all.”  She shrugged, the gesture as evasive as her answer and unlike the outgoing woman he knew who didn’t shy away from anything or anyone.

“You couldn’t do that without cutting yourself off from everyone?” he prodded, dissatisfied with the vague reply.

Nan tensed before glancing back at him with a familiar look of determination.  “No,” she returned succinctly, “I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”  And Dan was.  He’d always held an extra fondness for Nan, ever since he’d noticed the gleam of interest and expectation on her face when the Master training her had released her to explore her submissive needs with others.  He’d been the first to snatch her up for a scene and the two of them had been dancing to the same tune until she’d left for a short vacation and stayed away for far longer than planned without an explanation to anyone.

For years Dan had cherished the comfortable fit of their unique, two-sided relationship.  The occasional Dom/sub scene they indulged in had never interfered with the casual friendship they’d developed away from the sex-charged club atmosphere.  She embraced sexual dominance with cock-hardening submissiveness but maintained her fierce independence outside the club and possessed an admirable streak of loyalty toward her friends.  Those traits were a perfect fit for what they both wanted out of a relationship but were also what made her silence these many months and the changes he could see on her face suspect.  For the first time since he’d known her, he found himself struggling against the urge to go all Dom on her here, in public and outside the club, to demand answers she didn’t want to give.

“Dan, didn’t see you come in.  May as well take your order too,” Gertie said, her sudden appearance dispelling the awkward moment between him and Nan.

They both ordered the cheeseburger and fries, only he added a shake with his.  He noticed the flyer advertising her re-opening right before she held it up for Gertie.  “Do you mind if I put this on your bulletin board, Gertie?” she asked.

“You know I don’t, girl.  I’ll even send them down the street after they come in here.  We’ll get you back up and in business in no time.”

Her face softened with her smile.  “Thanks.” 

“That’s what friends do around here, be there for each other.  You’d do well to remember that.”  Gertie turned and called out to the kitchen, “Two cheeseburgers and fries,” without pausing as she stomped down to the other end of the counter.

“Looks like I’m not the only one unhappy with your long, unexplained absence.”  Unable to resist, Dan pinched her chin and turned her face toward him, holding her there even though her eyes darkened with annoyance and she tried to jerk free.  “In case you’ve forgotten, you can come to me with anything, tell me anything.  I don’t judge, you know that, or you should.”  He released her and changed the subject as her expression turned rigid.  “I have a new foal, born seven months ago.  Pretty little filly.  You’ll have to come out and see her sometime.”

Nan’s face lost her rigid irritation and her eyes lit with interest, a familiar look he was relieved to see.  She loved horses, and he knew she’d always wanted one of her own, but not until she could buy enough acres to stable it herself.  That was part of her independent streak that right now was causing her to remain mute on her reasons for staying away. 

“I’d love to.”  Her rigid shoulders relaxed with the eagerness in her eyes.  “Thanks.  Maybe next week, after I get the shop going again.  Are you still working with military parolees?”

“Sure, just let me know, and yes, I hired two new guys several months ago.”  The troubled vets used the time, space and work he offered to transition back into civilian life and acclimate themselves to their freedom from both drugs and prison before returning to their loved ones or heading out on their own.  Of the previous eight men he’d sponsored, only one had lapsed bad enough he’d ended up back on drugs. 

Gertie returned with their orders and Dan shoved aside his curiosity and concern to savor spending time with Nan again.  The instant rush of excitement upon seeing her again felt damned good, his relief when Connor called to tell him she was back palpable.  Even though he itched to get to the bottom of her trouble, he refrained from pushing too hard.  He’d run up against the brick wall of her stubborn independence before and didn’t relish starting their reunion on a negative note.

They spoke of everything except about the months she was away and the reason for her extended visit.  By the time they finished their lunch, they had rekindled their easy friendship, enjoying it almost as much as before she’d left.  His impatience to discover what happened that caused those shadows under her eyes was his only regret as he stood to leave.  With luck, once she submitted to him again at the club, he would be successful in getting those answers.

He tossed down a generous tip and reached out to give her hair an affectionate tug, something he’d done countless times before, only to have her jerk away, as if fearing that small prick on her scalp instead of relishing it.  Her face whitened and then flushed, the uncharacteristic response heightening his suspicion something dire was going on with her.

Nan slid off the stool, backing away, her retreat a painful kick to his gut.  “Sorry.  I…”

Dan laid a firm finger over her lips.  “Don’t say anything unless it’s the truth.”  Dropping his hand, he wasn’t surprised at the mulish set of her mouth or her silence.  Sighing in disappointment, he said, “I hope you’ll join us at the club tonight.  We’ve missed you.”

Shaking her head, she replied, “I don’t have time, but should tomorrow night.”

He nodded and turned to leave.  “See you tomorrow then.”

She waited until he’d taken two steps away before saying, “I’ve missed you, too, and everyone else.”

He swiveled his head to look at her as he settled his hat back on and nodded. “Good to know.”
Check out SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER on June 19th to learn what trauma Nan suffered while away, how Master Dan helps her overcome her fears and their relationship slowly changes gears.

Books one, two and three are out in e-book and books 1 & 2 are now offered together in one special edition paperback and book 3 has just been released in paperback.



   

Monday, May 6, 2019

I just wrote The End on book 4 of Cowboy Doms, SUBMITTING TO THE LAWYER!  I'm thrilled with the way Dan and Nan's story turned out and hope you will be too.   Below is Dan's horse-isn't he beautiful?  Estimated release in late June - now, off to the editor!

ALSO - A special edition paperback featuring both Submitting to the Rancher and Submitting to the Sheriff, books 1 & 2, is now available!

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I've also added a new guest post - be sure to check out Alyssa Bailey's new release - FREEING MOLLY - you won't be disappointed!  



Friday, April 12, 2019

Thank you for joining me for another round of SATURDAY SPANKINGS and another new release celebration!  SUBMITTING TO THE COWBOY is book 3 in the Cowboy Doms series but, as with the other titles, it can be read as a standalone read.  I hope you enjoy this teasing snippet.

  
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Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near.  Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.

Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face.  He’d been looking after the neighbor girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now that she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction.  He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.

But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him.  When he learns she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to protect her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?

This is book three in the Cowboy Doms series but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, adult themes, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


A short snippet:

The sudden impact of Connor’s hand smacking her bottom jarred Tamara into an acute awareness of the minor discomfort, and how it seemed to feed the lust she harbored for him. Another spank followed the first, this one on her opposite cheek, delivered with a touch more force. She jerked, a small whimper escaping at the startling warmth spreading across her backside.

“This is just a taste of what subs are subjected to if they agree to play with a Dom.” Two more swats, each a little harder, jiggled her buttocks and built on the heat now expanding from her butt up between her quaking thighs. “Think long and hard, little one, because trust me, I’m being very,” smack! “very,” smack! “nice.” He ended the teasing torment with an almost casual exploration of her cheeks and then squeezed each throbbing globe, the tight grip emphasizing the ache and stirring her arousal.


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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Golden Angel is one of my favorite authors and I'm looking forward to reading her new release, CHASING HIS HONEY BADGER.  As you can tell by the title, this is another fantasy tale in her popular Big Bad Bunnies series.  With each book being a standalone read, you can jump right in with this one or start with book one-either way, you'll be glad you dipped your toes into these delightful stories.


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Blurb: 

Honey Badger Princess Rana Morn has anosmia - she can't smell a thing. And honey badger don't care, except the condition prevents her from ever knowing who her true mate is. With two so-called 'mates' in her past, this shifter strictly guards her heart now. The reward of finding her forever love just isn't worth the risk of more pain.

After years of captivity and relentless experiments, Brice Bunson has no fear. That is, until he meets his mate and realizes she may never know they are a match. But with the help of his eager and nosy siblings, Brice is sure he has what it takes both in determination and charm to eventually claim Rana's heart.

Yet before Brice and Rana can sort out their pairing, The Company mounts a new threat that threatens them all. This battle of the heart will quickly become a battle for everyone's lives.

Big Bad Bunnies Series
1. Chasing His Bunny
2. Chasing His Squirrel
3. Chasing His Puma
4. Chasing His Polar Bear
5. Chasing His Honey Badger




Excerpt:
The earnest expression on Brice’s face was adorable, although not nearly as much fun as when he’d first come through the door and looked at her like he wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her exposed body… and like he planned on making sure all of it was exposed.
Still standing in the doorway, Brice looked uncertain—and like he might bolt at any second. Normally that wouldn’t be flattering, but since he had a massive bulge at the front of his pants, lust in his eyes, and she knew that he was trying to stick to the timeline he’d been given, it was actually very flattering. He thought he might have to run away because he couldn’t resist her.
She liked that.
Chase!
If he ran, her honey badger was definitely ready to run after him.
Brice frowned down at her, starting to look kind of suspicious. “Brady and Brock said waiting till the third date before sex proves that I’m serious about you… is this your way of saying you’re not serious about me? Or is this a test to see if I’m actually serious?”
One thing about the Bunsons, they were very direct, with none of the games people sometimes like to play. It occurred to Rana that she probably could have just asked Brice at any time why he’d stopped kissing her and he would have told her. Noted. Now she knew for next time.
“Brice, you told me I’m you’re mate, passed the honey-badger-honey-pot test, braved breakfast with my cousins, and let my honey badger ride your bunny like a horse—twice. Exactly what makes you think that I wouldn’t think you’re serious?” 
He opened his mouth. Closed his mouth. His forehead wrinkled. Then he gave her a look. “The fact that you’re trying to trick me into sex before the third date?”
That shouldn’t be cute, but it was. She was beginning to realize that was Brice though—confidence, charm, a take-charge attitude, and a big dose of adorable all rolled up together in one irresistible bundle.
Rana stood. He rocked slightly, like he was about to take a step back, but had stopped himself. Her honey badger churred, softly, as if trying to soothe him even though he couldn’t hear it.
“Okay, so sex is off the table,” she said, smiling amiably as she sauntered forward. His eyes dropped to her breasts and then jerked back up to her face. Rana let her gaze fall down to his tightly fitted black t-shirt and the baggy black cargo pants that made up the uniform of all of Steele’s soldiers when they were on duty. It was a sexy look and it looked particularly good on Brice. “What about kissing?”
Brice audibly swallowed as she reached him, coming to a halt a few inches away from him and tilting her head back to look at him with a seductive expression. She parted her lips slightly, as if waiting for his kiss.
“Kissing is fine.”
“What about… touching?” She trailed her fingers over his chest, felt his breath stutter, and ran them down over his stomach, pulling away just before she reached the waistband of his pants. The air seemed to sizzle around them, the tension thick enough to cut, and Brice’s breaths were short and sharp as he struggled with his control. Her own breathing was shallower and faster than normal, she could feel what was inevitably coming, she was just waiting to see how long he could hold out.
“Fuck… Rana…” Strong fingers clamped around her hips, dragging her body against him as his lips descended. She met his kiss eagerly, grabbing at his sides and pulling his t-shirt out from where it was tucked in, opening her mouth for his tongue. He groaned as he practically devoured her, his hands sliding over her bare skin, caressing her like he was trying to touch every inch of her.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Thank you to all of you who have made the first two books in the Cowboy Doms series such a huge success!  I've received many inquiries about Connor's book and I'm happy to announce book 3, SUBMITTING TO THE COWBOY has been accepted and is slated to come out on April 12.  Here's a short tidbit to whet your appetite.

Be sure to pop over to my guest post page and check out the new releases by POPPY FLYNN, FELICITY BRANDON, ROSE ST. ANDREWS, ANITA PHILMAR & KRYSSIE FORTUNE.


Blurb for SUBMITTING TO THE COWBOY

Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near.  Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she got an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.

Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face.  He’d been looking after the neighboring girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction.  He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.

But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him.  When he learned she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to be there for her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?





EXCERPT:


Connor followed his friend and now business partner into the parking lot of The Barn with little enthusiasm for socializing.  Working out a deal with Greg on the purchase of several horses for trail rides at his and Devin’s ski resort added to the perk of having Tam back in his life, even if he was unsure about how to define their relationship now.  That one uncertainty had a lot to do with his lack of interest in coming out to the club tonight.  He’d been itching to see her again, just to spend time with her and catch up on everything she’d been doing the past few years but didn’t want to push his luck since their relationship remained tenuous.  She’d always had a way of keeping him tied up in knots, but in the past, he figured those knots were due to the scrapes he’d been around to help her out of.  Now, his only explanation for what was causing them was the uncertainty of where he stood with her.

Greg beat him to the front door and pulled it open, raising a brow in inquiry as he said, “That frown is going to keep the subs at bay.”

“No it won’t.  They like me no matter what my mood is,” he replied with a wry grin as he entered before Greg.  Faint strains of edgy music seeped through the closed doors to the playroom, along with the hum of low voices.  His pulse kicked up a notch as the two of them stepped into the cavernous space and he could now catch the high-pitched cries coming from happily tormented subs.

“Christ, I love this place,” Greg murmured on a deep inhale that lifted his wide shoulders.  “I think I’ll track down my partner and see who’s willing to turn themselves over to the two of us.”

Connor’s grin widened.  Greg and his longtime friend, Devin were new to The Barn but already enjoyed their reputation of preferring ménages.  “Go on,” he encouraged with a nod.  “I want to start with a drink.”

With a slap on Connor’s back, Greg sauntered off and Connor headed toward the bar.  He spotted Caden bar tending and decided to take over for his brother early instead of waiting for his assigned time slot.  He wasn’t in the mood yet to hook up with anyone.  But his intended offer slid to the backburner as his roaming gaze landed on a spanking bench at the back of the room and he went rigid in disbelief.  Slamming to a stunned halt as he reached the bar, he took a moment to confirm it was Tam’s slender, toned body draped over the apparatus, her long black braid hanging over her shoulder and her smooth limbs bound in leather cuffs.

Disbelief morphed into anger, his defense against the kernel of lust that gripped him, just like when he’d caught her spying on him.  Wrong, that’s just plain wrong, he couldn’t help thinking.  Tam, his Tam had no business being in his club.  This was the young girl he’d taught to ride, the teenager he’d given driving lessons to and stood up for against her randy prom date.  The same young woman he had cheered on at jumping competitions and praised for earning a college scholarship.  The echo of her laughter reaching his ears from across the fields as she rode with carefree abandonment resonated in his head.  That innocent, exuberant girl had no business bending over a spanking bench with her tight black skirt hiked up enough to reveal the sweet under curve of her buttocks. 
Connor took two steps forward, intending to lay into both her and Devin and stop them before either could take whatever they were doing one step further, but found his path blocked by his brother’s large frame and scowl.  “Get out of my way,” he snapped, his jaw tightening with frustration.
“Take a deep breath and think, Connor.  She’s here as Nan’s guest and isn’t complaining.  I should know as I’ve been keeping a close eye on her.  Devin is just showing her the ropes.”  Caden’s gaze turned sympathetic.  “She’s not a kid any more.  Didn’t you learn that when she took off?”

Friday, March 1, 2019

SUBMITTING TO THE SHERIFF, Cowboy Doms, book two is out - just in time to share a sexy tidbit with you on SATURDAY SPANKINGS.  Fans of book one, Caden and Sydney's story, will be pleased to know it's Sheriff Grayson's turn for his HEA.  


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After overhearing two crooked Chicago cops plotting against her, Avery Pierce goes on the run, not knowing who she can trust. When her low finances force her to take a job as a sex phone operator, she struggles with her inexperience. When a caller senses her desperation and inexperience and offers assistance, she’s tempted to agree.
As soon as Sheriff Grayson Monroe meets the new waitress at his favorite diner, something about her strikes a familiar chord. When he sees her enter The Barn, his BDSM club, the desire to get to the bottom of her evasive eyes and answers to his probing questions takes hold. He’s determined to find out who she really is and what is troubling her.
After an icy mishap, Master Grayson has finally run out of patience. One way or another, Avery will tell him the truth. But is it too late? Has danger already found her? Can Grayson come to her rescue or will she lose everything she has just gained?
Publisher’s Note: This is book two in the Cowboy Doms series but can be read as a standalone. This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of power exchange, adult language, sensual scenes, danger, mystery and suspense. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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The first few slaps did nothing more than tingle and warm her skin, stirring the results of the previous swats. Avery blew out the breath she’d been holding, relaxed and embraced the oddly arousing sensations coming to life with this new experience. She soon forgot about the risk of being seen, her mind centered on his hand connecting with her backside in a steady volley of titillating smacks that warmed her both inside and out. He stopped to rub her pulsating flesh, lulling her into further complacency she should have been leery of. Her sigh of pleasure ended in a gasping lungful of air as he resumed with a harder swat that stung briefly before disappearing. Shifting her hips against the instant burn, she groaned in frustration of a nameless yearning as his leg tightened over hers.
“Lay still,” Master Grayson admonished, delivering another smack hard enough to bounce her buttock.
“I’m trying,” she snapped and then cried out as he showed his displeasure with her tone by administering a smarting blow on the under curve of one cheek. “Sheesh!” Avery wasn’t sure if her startled exclamation stemmed from the blistering pain of that reprimand or the way her copious juices oozed from her empty pussy as a result, her response rattling her. Latching onto his leg for added support, he rocked her body forward with two more butt covering swats, each one a touch harder, turning heat into fire.

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The flashing outline of the neon red motel sign bled through the curtained window, shedding an eerie glow into the darkened room and distracting Avery Pierce from glaring at the cell phone she’d tossed onto the bed beside her. Propped against the headboard, she tightened her clasped hands, trying not to panic over her current destitute circumstances, which had just worsened after her first attempt at this new job ended in such a failed, embarrassing fiasco. With a mental headshake, she wondered why she’d ever thought she could pull this off. Relax, would you? You’re so fucking uptight you’re as rigid as a fucking virgin. She could still recall Darren’s comments the first time they’d had sex, and how they’d made her feel inept and unappealing, the same as her first caller had just made her feel.  
A phone sex operator. What the heck had she been thinking? Her lack of experience with both sex and men in general had been glaringly obvious to her ex as well as to the man who hung up on her after less than a minute. At that rate, the extraordinary high hourly pay she’d been promised would take weeks to earn instead of the day or two she’d been hoping for. Heck, she bemoaned on a sigh, if her next caller ended their conversation that fast, she might not get a third chance, and then how would she get out of Springfield and continue with putting as much distance as possible between herself and Darren?
Avery’s minimal college dating experiences had taught her most guys didn’t go for brainy geeks with mousy brown hair best left worn in a braid and wearing black-framed glasses, and those who did didn’t stick around. By the time she’d reached the age of twenty-nine, the only man she’d let herself trust after those depressing break-ups had been Detective Darren Lancaster, and her chest tightened against the instant up kick of her heartrate just thinking about him caused.
The phone pealed again and she jumped, her palm growing clammy as she picked it up. With less than a hundred dollars left of her meager savings and not knowing who she could trust, she needed enough cash to get out of Illinois altogether. Two weeks and the two hundred miles she’d put between her and Chicago and the corrupt cop who had played her for a fool wasn’t nearly enough. As sleazy as this job was, it was the only thing she’d found that would pay in cash and that she could do quickly without having to fill out traceable paperwork. Between being an avid connoisseur of suspense novels and working at the police department, she at least knew of a few things to do, and not to do, to stay hidden for as long as possible. She also knew nothing was failsafe or could last forever.
Taking a deep breath, Avery followed a tip Esmerelda passed on when she hired her and draped the thin scarf intended to disguise her voice as huskier than it really was over the phone given to her by the agency. Pressing the green button, she answered, praying she could do a better job keeping this person on the line longer than she had with her first attempt at seducing a stranger over the phone.
“Midnight Whispers. How can I pl… please you?” Avery winced at her stutter, those words tripping her up the same as with the first call. She chilled at the slight pause, but when the voice finally came through, the deep, amused rumble sent an unexpected wave of warmth through her.
“Excuse me, sugar. I must have dialed wrong.”
“Wait!” Panic and desperation turned her voice reed thin as she tried to stop him from hanging up. “Please, can you just… talk to me for a minute?” How stupid, she moaned, knocking her head against the headboard. At the price per minute they would charge him why would he stay on the line? He paused again and then asked her a question that threw her for a loop with his astuteness.
“You in some kind of trouble, sugar?”
“I… why do you ask that?” Was the man a mind reader?
“Let’s say I’m good at listening to women, hearing what they need without them saying so. It can help to talk, even to a stranger,” he offered, surprising her yet again.
Not in this case. If only she could. Confiding in someone, anyone would be such a relief. But telling anyone how Darren had used her and ensured she would fall under suspicion should his evidence stealing ever be discovered was not an option, at least not until she could find a way to keep her name clear.
“N… no, there’s nothing I need to… talk about.” She sighed in despondency. “I… I’m just desperate for money,” she admitted. Why not? At least that much was true, and at this point she had nothing to lose by revealing that personal tidbit to a stranger. Damn it, there he went with another pregnant pause, leaving her struggling to swallow past the lump of dread lodged in her throat as she waited for the buzz of a disconnected call to ring in her ear.
“And this was your only option?” Doubt colored the rich tenor of his voice before turning to one of regret. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you get back to work then.”
“Wait!” she gasped again, not believing she was about to do this. Given how nice he’d been so far, what could it hurt? It wasn’t like they would ever meet. And what other choice did she have? “Would you mind giving me… some pointers? You know, on what I could say that might…” Avery winced, gripped the phone tighter and rushed to say, “make you want to keep talking to me?”
Amusement crept back into his voice as he returned in a dry tone, “You really are desperate and out of your depth, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. There was no point in denying the obvious.
“I’m much better at telling and showing women what they want, what turns them on. Let’s go with that and then you can turn it around for your next caller. Are you somewhere private?”
He wanted to turn her on? Good luck with that. Her responses to sex had always been lukewarm, at best, and ever since discovering Darren’s shocking betrayal, the thought of any kind of intimacy left her cold. But Avery was so thrilled with his willingness to stay on the line, she didn’t hesitate to go along with him. What he didn’t know about her couldn’t hurt either of them. “I’m alone, at my place.” She fudged the location but figured the motel room where she’d stayed holed up for the last twelve days was her place as long as she paid the rate.
“Good. One thing,” he cautioned with a hard edge to his voice that drew a shiver. “I insist on honesty. Deal?”
“Deal,” she readily agreed, deciding it wouldn’t be her fault if he failed to get anywhere with her. The closest she’d come to relaxing enough to let go with a pleasurable release were the times Darren’s frustration with her in the bedroom had brought out his take-charge attitude. His succinct ‘flip over’ or ‘ride me’ commands had enabled her to shove aside worries over whether she was pleasing him or doing something he didn’t like. Those few times always left her wondering if her orgasm would have been stronger if his focus hadn’t then switched to himself and his pleasure.
“Then we’ll start with something simple. Tell me what you’re wearing.”