“Maybe we could start with something…tamer,” she ventured without backing down.

      “Tamer?  I don’t do tame, baby, which is why you need to stop the come-ons and teasing.  You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

In celebration of Blushing Books acceptance of my new submission, BOUND AND SAVED, I'm sharing a sneak peak at Sandie's discovery she stowed away on a yacht designed for BDSM play.

Sandie strolled around the deck circling the large room she’d hidden in and the enclosed navigation space.  Peeking through the windows, she noted Zachary spared no expense in there either as the two wide leather seats sitting in front of the steering panel looked like furniture you’d relax in while lounging in front of a large screen television.  She made her way to the back of the boat where she’d noticed a small, tucked away bar and lounges.  Her brows dipped in a puzzled frown as she spotted attached, leather cuffs on each of the four short legs on the padded deck furniture.

“Huh,” she mumbled, fingering the soft inside of one cuff.  “So the kink doesn’t stop with spanking.”  Even more curious now about what kind of boat, and man she found herself holed up with for a few days, she wound her way back to the door to the large room.  Casting a quick glance at Zachary’s safety line, she saw it remained lax and a quick peek over the rail proved she could still spot the shadowy shape of his body a few feet down and everything remained good.

Leaving the door open, she stepped inside the cavernous room that dominated the center of the boat’s middle tier.  The two side walls curved toward the top and three large skylights positioned in the arch brought in large swatches of sunlight.  Toeing off her sneakers, she dropped her backpack and sank her bare feet into plush teal carpet as she noticed things in the room she couldn’t see from her hidden position in the closet yesterday.  “Oh, my,” she whispered, walking around two, floor-to-ceiling poles in the center of the room spaced several feet apart.  Restraints at the top and bottom of the poles left little to wonder about their purpose.  A delicate shiver rippled down her spine as she imagined herself bound against one, her face growing warm when she pictured herself naked on it, Zachary standing in front of her with that enigmatic gaze trailing over her bare flesh.

   Sandie had never imagined she would be interested in alternative sexual practices, then again, she never thought she’d be on the run for her life after witnessing a brutal, cold-blooded murder either.  Life had a way of hitting you with the unexpected, and from the way her nipples and sheath were pulsing, there would be no running from this happenstance discovery.

Wondering what else she had missed while crouched in the closet, she took a moment to look out the window, ensuring Zachary’s line still laid relaxed before continuing with her slow tour of the room.  Above the curved sofa, along the back wall, a window afforded a view of the rear deck and lounges.  Anyone who thought they could slip outside for privacy would find out otherwise.  Along the same side wall as the small closet, she spotted three pull levers mounted far apart, about a spot just above her head.  Figuring they opened storage compartments, she moved on, the sight of a chair at the front of the space that resembled something out of a torture chamber had goosebumps popping up along her arms.  Refusing to get any closer to the medieval device, she pivoted and her eyes landed on a contraption in the far corner of the room that drew her over.  The odd arrangement of wide, flexible strips and dangling, cuffed lines was difficult to figure out.  She tried playing with them, holding out the narrow cords and picturing them attached to arms and legs.  The images popping into her head were lewd displays of naked, swinging bodies that once again warmed her from head to toe, her fun zones in between turning the hottest.

“Someone has a vivid imagination.”  Sandie wasn’t sure if her remark referred to her host or herself.  Peeking out the window again, she saw Zachary shrugging out of the air tank, the tight spandex swim top molding to the muscles in his back as he lowered the heavy equipment.  Since he knew she was on board, she didn’t feel any inclination to look away when he pulled the tightly stretched top over his head, revealing a light mat of hair curling over thick pectorals.  Her mouth watered as he slid his hands past ribbed abs to peel the almost knee-length trunks down his legs. 

The term, ‘buns of steel’ came to mind as he bent over to retrieve both swim suit parts before draping them on a deck chair.  She licked her lips as she imagined nipping those firm buttocks and feeling the muscles clenching under her mouth.  Unabashed in his nudity, he stretched his arms over his head then twisted at the waist, long, lean muscles bunching and rippling with his slow movements.

“You make a fucking, lousy tender.”

Zachary’s cool tone coming in through the open window startled Sandie before she smiled.  If he wasn’t as attuned to her as she was to him why the show?

Bound and Saved is the start of a new series featuring seven dominate men who bonded closely as teens at a camp for juvenile delinquents.  Coming from various, difficult childhoods, each will meet his match over the next year.  In book one, millionaire Zachary Allen-Vancuren outfits his new mega yacht with all the BDSM accoutrements he and his friends enjoy and is looking forward to taking the luxury vessel on a solo cruise when he discovers he has an unwanted stowaway.  Sparks fly when Sandie refuses to heed his warnings to stay clear of him and it's not long before she's getting a lesson she never imagined she'd enjoy!  I hope you'll look forward to reading this series as much as I am writing it.

                             LITTLE BRIDES

                                        BY

                             ALLISON WEST

I'm pleased to have Allison visiting today and hope you enjoy a look at her new book, LITTLE BRIDES, as much as I did.

Little Brides

Victorian Chronicles Book Two

By Allison West

Publisher: Blushing Books

Eager young Clara is looking forward to her arranged marriage. She has been waiting all her life for the day when she will meet her husband. Her father has spent many months searching for the man worthy of his daughter’s hand.

Clara learns that her future husband, Francis, requires the young woman to undergo a medical examination to ensure that she has remained pure and that she is as intact as her reputation. Clara has never felt more disgraced as she is forced to bare all of herself to the doctor, where she undergoes far more than she ever anticipated. Silently, she swears to herself that she will move past the humiliation and never speak of what happened with the physician.

When Francis pays a visit to Clara’s father to propose additional terms to the marriage, wanting to bring along one of her maids so he will have a nanny in the house for Clara, the young bride-to-be is shocked to realize that he was the man giving her an examination. Was he really a doctor, or was he playing the part to ruin her reputation?

Little Brides is the second book in the Victorian Chronicles. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it does follow the first book in the series: A Proper Punishment.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072J6CKZK

Blushing Books: http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=4338

A Proper Punishment

Victorian Chronicles Book One

By Allison West

She’s stolen gold… will she steal his heart? Lena Mae has been turning down the advances of men and potential suitors for marriage. She has not met a man worthy of her attention or her hand. Looking for adventure and learning of the route between England and Paris where gold is hauled and transported, Lena is determined to steal enough gold bars to live alone and never need to consider the advances of another man.

William Mason is responsible for guarding the train and the gold bars buried inside the safes. He has always been a man of the law. When he discovers that the safe transporting the gold has been broken in to and there are thieves on the train, he enlists the help of the young Lena Mae, who has caught his attention. Traveling alone with a story to tell, she appears to be the most honest person and the one least likely to be involved, given her dainty size.

His assumptions are wrong. Learning of her betrayal, he must decide how to enforce his rule and whether she should be disciplined – or arrested and handed over to the authorities for her crimes.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains elements of age-play, power exchange, discipline, anal play, and graphic sexual content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Available for $2.99

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Proper-Punishment-Victorian-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B06Y4PGJJT

Blushing Books: http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=4048

Excerpt

Francis had paid an unexpected visit to Clara’s parents’ home, wishing to speak with them about hiring a nanny for Clara. Though, in truth, he did not desire to use such words around her family. He wanted the chance to marry the young lady and worried that if he confessed of his desires, that they might not offer the young lady to him. Instead he would refer to the position as a maid, because it was quite common for wealthy families to have maids to help the girls with their chores and getting ready for proper events. 

He had not intended on visiting with Clara after the examination. In fact, he had planned on her discovering that he was the physician when they were to wed. It would have been quite a surprise, even for him, a man who despised surprises, but he thought it was in Clara’s best interest.  

“What are you doing here?” Clara asked, staring at him harshly. She stepped closer, examining him from head to toe. “Are you really a physician or was what you did some sick joke?” Clara folded her arms across her chest. 

He was confident that she was angry with him and for valid reason, he hadn’t been forthcoming in who he was. Francis also hadn’t thought that if he was honest she would have been accepting of what he wanted to do, ensure that she was a virtuous bride. 

“I am a doctor,” Francis said. “You visited my home and the cottages for the sick and dying.” He quite often had at least one family hauled up in one of the buildings until they passed away. It made caring for them much easier when they were within a few days or weeks of their last dying breath. 

“You lied to me!” Clara shouted as she stomped across the floor, coming to approach him. 

He wasn’t sure whether she had it in her to hit him or only scream at him. Either way he was prepared for whatever anger she unleashed. Francis did not deny that it was probably warranted. It wasn’t that he intended to betray her, only keep her from second guessing the decision of their marriage. 

“I did what was in your best interest,” Francis said. “I intended to marry you and have no reason not to.” He hoped that she would not give him a reason to turn her away. She was beautiful, strikingly so with her honey blonde hair and hazel eyes that twinkled in the candelabra lighting. 

Clara huffed with anger, her teeth clenched tight and her hands balled into fists. “You violated me!” 

“Excuse me?” George asked, interrupting the tiff between his daughter and Francis. “Would someone please clarify what exactly is going on here?” 

Piper Stone is back and has a great new release and new series!  MAVERICK is book one in her Rescue Me series and is off to a great start!

"Erotic romance, danger and suspense at its best!"  5 stars - Amazon reviewer

AMAZON

If I can’t have you, no one will…

The words have haunted McKenzie Reynolds for months. Running away wasn’t the best answer, but she had zero choices. If she stayed, he’d have continued down his path of abuse disguised as domestic discipline. Once a man she thought she could trust, his evil deeds slip past the mask. A new home. A new life. Only her Golden Retriever, Maverick by her side. She is free, ready for every new challenge, including the chance at love.

Until he finds her…

Dr. Diego Mitchell, a struggling veterinarian, leaves his past and every bad memory behind, or at least he tries to. He has begun forging new relationships in a new community, while developing clientele. On a stormy night, he learns a valuable lesson as tragedy strikes. He’s forced to use his valuable skills to save a life, but what he doesn’t expect is a rush of emotions, including the need to protect. The mysterious woman might be his savior.

Two strangers bond together as a mystery develops, leaving the local ranchers terrified of the recent arsons. With several dead, including an unidentified man, McKenzie is not only the key but perhaps the intended victim. A game of cat and mouse ensues and McKenzie and Diego race to find answers before the monster strikes again.

Can McKenzie take a chance and truly trust Diego?  Can Diego push his demons away, so he can protect McKenzie? Will the rugged cowboy be able to rescue the woman he loves? Will the scared, haunted woman take back her power and rescue the man she loves, right back? Together, can they survive and heal?

The first in a collection of stories involving humans who rescue beloved animals. Or is it the other way around?

Publisher’s note: This suspenseful romance is intended for adults only. It contains adult subject matter including elements of danger and adventure, adult language, D/s themes, and explicit sex. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase.

Tantalizing excerpt.....

Boom! Crash!

McKenzie Reynolds cringed as she inched toward the bay window. Another bolt of intense lightning sent tingles skating down her spine. She rubbed her arm and brought the wine glass to her lips. Stop. Just stop. Fear of the weather she didn’t need.

“Wwwaaaa…”

Maverick. Shivering, she swallowed hard hearing whimpers coming from the other room. Her beloved golden retriever hated thunderstorms as much as she did. A sip of wine turned into a gulp. Sadly, even the expensive merlot couldn’t calm her nerves. Nor had the sleeping pills the night before. The storm added to her growing list of fears and concerns, the majority intangible. At least her only real girlfriend kept telling her. Little did Jessie know about the life she led behind her usually pristine mask. The mask was now brittle, pieces falling away into oblivion. She laughed bitterly before tipping her head towards the terrified pup. “There you are. Were you hiding under the bed again?” Of course, he sensed her worry. He always knew when she was sad or angry. How many tears had she shed while burying her head into his fur?

Maverick padded into the living room, his tail hanging between his legs. “Woof.”

“It’s okay, baby. Nothing’s going to hurt you.” Not unless she was six feet under. After patting her thigh three times, Maverick finally inched forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “My baby boy. Mommy loves you.” Crouching down, she snuggled against his neck, drinking in the same sweet scent he’d had since a puppy. He licked her face as his tail whapped back and forth. Her baby was her constant comfort, sleeping next to her every night, abating nearly all her nightmares. She kissed his muzzle and eased to her feet. Every nerve was on edge.

“Sometimes I feel like there’s not going to be a tomorrow.” The words were hollow, the sound little more than a ragged whisper, but Maverick understood. Nuzzling against her legs, he huffed as if acknowledging her concerns.

“I know, baby. A new life. A better world. Maybe I’m just a fool.” All she wanted was peace yet the hackles on the back of her neck remained armed and ready. The storm was a nasty reminder of her past – cold and stormy.

Wham!

“Shit!” The exclamation rushed from her mouth. She opened her eyes wide and watched as a tree limb thudded on the rain soaked ground. Maverick turned in circle after circle, his nails scraping against the old wooden floor. She allowed a thin smile as he nuzzled in between her legs. As she placed her hand on top of his head, a pair of headlights in the distance caught her attention. She expected no one, not on a night where the weather station had mentioned the possibility of tornadoes. A thin line of sickening anticipation slithered down the back of her legs as her intuition kicked in.

The monster was here.

McKenzie rubbed Maverick’s ear and licked a bead of wine from her glass. The warm day had turned into a tumultuous night. The humid and wet weather pattern was completely unusual for Virginia at the end of December. Christmas Day had brought torrential downpours, further exacerbating her horrific mood swings. Now she was praying for the start of the new year. A bitter laugh slipped past her lips. As if there’s be something to look forward to. Her thoughts turned ugly, memories of so many wretched months lingering deep in her psyche.

Maverick’s yelp dragged her back to reality. She prayed the visitor would veer off toward one of her two neighbors, even if they were acres apart. When the stream of light drew closer, she cursed under her breath.

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Literary Emotions Unleashed…

 

One of my favorite authors, PK Corey visits with a glance at her newest release, BECOMING FAMILY. 

Before they can become family, Jenny must learn what that word means.

Blurb:

Against overwhelming odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of "family" but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers, she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does Cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn't always mean the same thing to all people.

Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include someone as ordinary as Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come to an understanding of what their family will look like?

Purchase links:

Blushing Books – https://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=4315

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0722RW9TD/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1493998153&sr=8-1&keywords=Becoming+Family%2C+pk+corey

PK Corey’s Author page - https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00H9W9XB4/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Excerpt 1:

“How about a striptease?”

“A striptease!” Jenny laughed. But with a shrug, she dug out her phone and found appropriate music.

Cal’s eyes widened as she began – damn, had she been practicing or something? Discarding her clothes in a most elegant and sensuous way, Cal wouldn’t have looked away for a million dollars.

Stopping with only her thong on Jenny crawled up on the bed and gave Cal a kiss that made him feel like he was about to embarrass himself. He quickly undressed before sitting back on the bed and leaning back against the headboard once more. Taking a deep breath, he pulled her across his lap, shifting a little to accommodate his erection.

“Stop it, what’s going on?” Jenny asked trying to pull away.

“Nothing,” Cal told her beginning to rub her ass. “I did tell you that you had a spanking coming for trying to talk me out of going to see the folks and giving me a very uncomfortable ride over there.”

“Cal, don’t you dare! You know I was teasing. You can’t spank me for that. Let me go!” Jenny told him angrily.

“Jenny honey, you need to see that there is nothing bad about most spankings.” Cal spanked her ass gently. “Some spankings are just for fun, some are to reconnect, some to release stress. They’re tons of reasons for me to spank this beautiful ass. And I think you’ll like most of them.”

Jenny was still tense but stopped struggling. “I don’t like being in this position, it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s beautiful,” Cal countered.

Nice excerpt, Corey-thank you! 

#Satspanks    #Newrelease  #BDSM   #spanking    #eroticromance    #BJWane

Welcome to another week of sizzling Saturday Spankings.  Today I'm sharing a few lines from my new release, RYDER, MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK 3.  If you've been waiting to start the trilogy until all three books were out, now's your chance to get LOGAN, book one for just $.99! 

She desired him for two years, but never imagined the depths he could take her to.  Was it just sex, or would a killer’s threat prove it was much more?

BLURB:

Jada Michaels had been lusting after Detective Ryder Lemaster for two years, but failed to get more than a passing nod from him at the police station. Then an opportunity arises to further her career by investigating the murder case of a friend of Ryder’s on the sly. After he tries to dissuade her by making a bet and losing, Jada agrees to let Ryder tutor her in sexual submissiveness in order to attend a private party with all the suspects invited as guests.

Ryder had struggled against his attraction to Jada because he could’ve sworn the IT technician didn’t possess a submissive bone in her sleek, well-toned body. To his astonishment, and hers, she responded without fail to every hard slap and every dominate sexual demand. But after losing his wife to cancer, he swore off relationships and refused to let his need for Jada go any further than their short foray into the investigation. It took seeing another man come on to her and a risk to her life to open his eyes to what had been right before him all along.

As the murderer is revealed and secrets on Magnolia Island unearthed, the Lemaster men and their women have come to grips with the betrayals surrounding them.

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

My eight sentence snippet:

“All you have to do is put your hands down and we’ll end this.”  He caressed her quivering buttocks. 

“You mean end my only chance to prove myself.  Forget it, do your worst.”

“Oh, it’s not smart to bait an enraged tiger, sweetheart.  Lucky for you, my worst can’t be performed out here.  But this can.” 

     Ryder cracked his palm against her right buttock then squeezed the offending mark before delivering a blistering slap on the left, her small cry echoing down the dark back street making Jada cringe.  The quick flare of heat encompassing her cheeks morphed into the sweetest pulse of pleasure she could ever recall feeling.

Buy Link:  AMAZON

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                     LAURA'S LONGING

                     BY JESSICA BRAND

                                   

                                Where is the line between pain and pleasure?

Blurb:

A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

Laura's Longing is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.

Purchase links: http://www.amazon.com/Lauras-Longing-Jessica-Brand-ebook/dp/B017J2Q6X6/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1449199898&sr=8-3&keywords=Jessica+Brand

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lauras-longing-jessica-brand/1122889299?ean=2940151164306

Excerpts:

One

Laura looked up, not moving. Frankie met her gaze and slipped around beside her, bending over and slipping her hand between Laura's unresisting thighs. She continued to look at Laura as her finger slipped deep inside her, causing Laura to gasp before moaning in pleasure.

"He has never been able to do that so easily," she said, the surprise obvious in her voice.

"I know," Frankie replied soothingly. "He would still be fumbling about at this point, wondering how he was going to slip his cock in there. Your feelings would not even be coming into it. Now, slide forward for me."

Laura complied before Frankie moved around in front of her, leaving her finger inside as she knelt between Laura's splayed legs. As Frankie moved, Laura felt the movement of her finger inside her slick sex and knew the sensations she felt were no accident. Her friend knew exactly what she was doing.

"Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride." As soon as she spoke she used her fingers to open Laura's labia. Her tongue then darted in and out of Laura's glistening sex, barely touching her but eliciting instant moans of pleasure.

Author Bio:

     Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene. 

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere. 

How did you become a writer? I have harbored an urge to be a writer for many years, figuring I could write as well as many published authors but never having the wherewithal to actually see a story through to completion. When I finally did, I found that people actually liked it and I have continued ever since.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction? I now have six published books under two pseudonyms – Jessica Brand and R. R. Greaves. They all have elements of spanking in them but they tend to be more into BDSM, power and control and are quite explicit.

Are you okay in your kink? I embrace my kink. After keeping it repressed for many years, I realized that you only live once. Just about everyone has fantasies and many of them are about things we would not normally share with family and friends. What goes on between two consenting adults is nobody else’s business and hence the biggest decision should revolve around whether one wants to act out their fantasy or whether they want to keep it in their mind. Once that decision has been made, it’s easy.

Where do you find inspiration for your stories? When you write, do you ever model any characters after actual people? My inspiration comes from my own fantasies and experiences then I weave them into a story that, hopefully people can relate to. I want people to read my stories and be able to imagine themselves in the thick of the action – either as the dominant character or as the submissive. Some but not all of my characters are modelled on real people I’ve met and played with.

RYDER, MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK 3 - COVER REVEAL & RELEASE DAY

For those of you anxiously awaiting book 3 and the conclusion of my murder mystery erotic trilogy - it'll be out this Friday, June 23rd!  Those of you who don't like cliff-hangar endings and were waiting to start the series until all three were available, be sure to get LOGAN, book 1now while the price is still $2.99.

  

She desired him for two years, but never imagined the depths he could take her to.  Was it just sex, or would a killer’s threat prove it was much more?

Here's a sneak peak to tide you over until Friday.

BLURB:

Jada Michaels had been lusting after Detective Ryder Lemaster for two years, but failed to get more than a passing nod from him at the police station. Then an opportunity arises to further her career by investigating the murder case of a friend of Ryder’s on the sly. After he tries to dissuade her by making a bet and losing, Jada agrees to let Ryder tutor her in sexual submissiveness in order to attend a private party with all the suspects invited as guests.

Ryder had struggled against his attraction to Jada because he could’ve sworn the IT technician didn’t possess a submissive bone in her sleek, well-toned body. To his astonishment, and hers, she responded without fail to every hard slap and every dominate sexual demand. But after losing his wife to cancer, he swore off relationships and refused to let his need for Jada go any further than their short foray into the investigation. It took seeing another man come on to her and a risk to her life to open his eyes to what had been right before him all along.

As the murderer is revealed and secrets on Magnolia Island unearthed, the Lemaster men and their women have come to grips with the betrayals surrounding them.

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

EXCERPT

Jada huffed out a breath as she tried to still her pounding heart and the sudden spike of her pulse.  Shaking off the stab of irritation at Ryder’s sudden appearance was easy compared to getting her body’s reaction to seeing him dressed in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants under control.  Damn the man and her traitorous libido.  A prickle of awareness from eying that wide, sculpted chest, bulging arms and the sexy peek of underarm hair shivered through her despite the sweat rolling down her spine to pool at her lower back.  The light sprinkling of chest hair curling around flat, brown nipples made her mouth water and her nipples pucker as she imagined those springy curls tickling their sensitive peaks.

Cocking her head, Jada regarded Ryder, and his offer, for a full, silent minute, damned him for his patience, then caved to the aching desire to spend time with him.  “Okay, thanks.”  Giving free rein to the built-up frustrations of the past few weeks, she let go on the punching bag, whipping her arms back and forth in rapid succession, all the while, acutely aware of his unwavering, intent gaze. 

“I talked to the lab today.”

Her eyes flew to his, gauging his face as the implication of that simple statement sank in.  “That so?” she puffed, shifting her gaze back to the bag she was abusing. 

“Yep, that’s so.  I understand, Jada, I really do, but don’t get involved.”

Jada paused a moment, her breath coming in pants as she glared at him.  “Why?  It’s not like I have authority to do anything with evidence except follow through with a cursory check.”

“Even that could draw the attention of this perp, and whoever it is already has eyes on Chloe Markham, who’s hooked up with Hunter, and Melanie Barnes, my cousin, Logan’s, girl who overheard a damning conversation a few weeks ago.”

She let loose with another volley of punches, saying, “Did you report that conversation to Combs?”

“Yes.  Melanie wrote down every word and I turned it in.”  Ryder blew out an exaggerated breath.  “He didn’t share that with you, I take it.”

“No.”  Jada followed her short answer with a swift side kick to the bag that shoved Ryder back a step.  His low grunt would’ve amused her if she weren’t so pissed. 

“Hey, don’t take it out on me, I didn’t do it,” he complained with a mock glare.

“No, you just made sure you didn’t get saddled with me when I put in my request for Homicide.”  That still hurt, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.  “I’m surprised you’d let a simple kiss dictate to you that way,” Jada taunted, some perverse part of her wanting to get under his skin the way he’d always gotten under hers.

Instead of rising to the bait, Ryder tightened his jaw and stepped to move around her, she presumed to walk away like always.  Her frustration bubbled over and, without thinking, she spun and tripped him to the mat by knocking one leg out from under him.  He may have a foot in height and a hundred pounds on her, but she had the agility of her small frame and surprise on her side.

Ryder flipped to his feet, the look in his glittering eyes forcing her to take a step back.  “Now look who’s retreating,” it was his turn to taunt.  “You want to take me on, sweetheart?”  With a curl of his fingers, he beckoned Jada back onto the mat.  “Come on.  Here’s your chance.”

“You want to spar with me, detective?”  Her pulse leaped with excitement at the prospect.  “You’re on.”  She wouldn’t pass up a chance to grapple with that body for anything in the world.

“And if I take you down, you’ll drop any plans of looking into the Baker case on your own.”

“Agreed.  But if I take you down, you agree not to interfere in my unauthorized snooping, and to keep it to yourself,” she countered. 

Oh, he really didn’t like that, Jada mused with inner glee as she approached him.  Then he came at her and it took all her concentration to remain on her two feet.  He was good, but she gave him a workout.  She sidestepped his first attempt to take her down with a lower leg kick, but he managed to get her in a chokehold.  With a twist and turn, she flipped him around, freeing herself but leaving him standing.  Panting, she smiled, enjoying the adrenaline rush of touching his bare skin, feeling those rippling muscles under her hands and his hot breath on her neck, hearing his low laugh then biting curses when she continued to maneuver out of his holds.

Ryder didn’t know when he’d enjoyed a match more, but when he realized he was holding back just to get the chance to feel those soft breasts pressing against him again, those long legs wrapping around his one more time and see that infectious grin that lit up her dark eyes, he cursed his idiocy.  He needed to get out of there, away from her before he did something really stupid, like kiss her again.  Taking a deep breath, he issued a fast spin, took her off balance then wrapped an arm around her waist to take her down.  Pinning her beneath him, he felt the impact of having that compact body bucking under him.  Heat suffused his body and sent blood flowing hotly through his veins.

“Give up.  I won,” he demanded before he lost his fucking mind.  Her sudden stillness should have warned him, as Jada never just gave in.  The grip of her slender hand around his cock sent a sizzling, electric jolt through his unsuspecting senses, turning his semi-erection into a full-blown hard on.  Without conscious thought, he thrust against her hand right before the room suddenly spun as she took advantage of that distracting maneuver and reversed their positions while maintaining her hold. 

Jada squeezed his thick, pulsing flesh through the thin sweats, her grin undoing Ryder almost as much as her touch.  “We’re tied, detective, so I’m trusting you to back off.”

She jumped to her feet, leaving Ryder lying there, bemused and horny as she sauntered out of the gym without looking back.  Damned if the little minx hadn’t just turned the tables on him.  “Fuck me for a frigging fool,” he muttered to the now empty room as he rolled to his feet.  Striding back over to the punching bag, he skipped donning gloves and let loose on the unsuspecting object.  By the time he finished, his knuckles throbbed right along with his cock.  He headed to the showers more worried about Jada’s determination to embroil herself further in this case than in relieving his aches and pains from his losing efforts to deter her from that path.